Chase-speak seems to be all I can write comprehensibly lately.  I'm attempting to write my essay on Frankenstein, but I just can't word anything the way I want to.  It's driving me off the walls.  I have one stinking paragraph left to write - the bloody conclusion, but I just can't get the darned thing out.

Not to mention EVERYONE is talking about school starting.  My friend, Ler, asked whether I was ready to go.  Ugh.  He's known me for years now, why bother asking that question?

And like heck I'm going to tell everyone that I don't want to see their bloody faces.  That's just too mean.  Argh.

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I can't type right either.  Like I said, Chase-speak is the only comprehensible thing, and Chase-speak isn't even a comprehensible language.  It's just what happens when you throw your hands at the keyboard as if a cat were running across it.

Ugh.  Screw the school, I have the urge to draw.


EDIT:
I have really never dreaded school this much.  Ever.  I used to be able to at least tolerate this coming day...but when Mom came home and just made one word mention to it, I started bawling.  What is wrong with me?