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What the F&^#@ Is Jeff Doing?!?!?

Novermeber 9th 2002 -10AM: I am at school, I am freezing my arse off because the dumb arses in the building are keeping the doors WIDE OPEN. I only assume this is a clever ploy to spark an outbreak of nippling. Sick B_stards. Music in my head is inturrupted by jabberings of a language I have no grasp of. I naturally assume its French, only because the French are funny....hahah French. All I have been pondering for the last few hours is (A) I Miss Paula (B) What the H&LL is Kristy Thinking (C) Its Freaking Cold! (D) Shut up! I don't know French! (E) Hahah French People crack me up! November 9th-11AM 2002 : I have to go to work in a few hours, I wish I didn't have to. I mean I don't dread work, I just mourn for the time I lost that could have been invested in some Rest and Relaxation, since I didn't sleep till like 1am. Dratz. I am also very hungary, I forfieted me breakfast for an extra 10 minutes of sleep. I wonder if thoes French people have any Crepes. mmmmmmmmmm. I am glad to say the door if finally closed, I am more thankful because some people decided to smoke. Saddly when ever the door opens a huge rush of air blows that cancer causing cloud in my direction. I hate second hand smoke, It wouldn't mind catching some second hand lottery winnings. *Door Opens* Cold AIR! Bad SMOKE! Damn-IT!