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Well, the end. I posted this long post saying I was sorry for calling him stupid offhand to someone else. He probably happened to read that of course, though perhaps not as I deleted it as well. I still think he did. I didn't answer him because it's the internet and I wanted him to forget. True. I called someone stupid yesterday and forgot until JediNg posted Mongoloid! in bold many times in a row after a post I made. The person even responded. I never just called someone blatantly stupid nor retarded for fun. It just gets to me. I was in bed apparently for 13 hours.

So, I'm excited to see if the bleach works, as blatant as it is for me to need to write about it. I wonder if I'll even get a slip in the house. I'm not sure what I'll be doing then from 5 PM - 12 AM. I'm just reading this thread that was pointed out to me and the 2nd page just loaded. Okay, now waiting for another page. What am I to think now? It feels as though I'm trapped in a closet and cannot get out. I wish I had a laptop with an internet that works. I just knew it, that this wouldn't. I should have known. Plus, my father was on about it being over $300 when the one I asked for, both were in the $200s. Why were they sold out? One had this tiny but cute and great keypad. I wonder if it worked better. I wonder if this being chipped is reason enough since I didn't do it obviously. I just hope they take it back and not resell it. I threw away the sticky thing that goes on top because I was so fed up with things physically and couldn't see reapplying it after it got dust on it. Then, I found I owned tracing paper. I didn't mention this to my dad, neither. I knew I might return it.

So, if things were okay I could be asking to see a movie, but instead it's like I'm grounded. So, no I have not trimmed my bangs. I have not recut my hair. I will see this dermatologist before I see anything. I might even miss that art thing this weekend hoping it comes up again.