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I have a scarf! Why is it that wearing a scarf makes people look at me like I have two heads? And why are people still wearing short-sleeves? Geeze Louise!

Tom says he considers me his sister. That's nice. Even through my rather obvious issues with family.

Joey is such a sweetheart. He took care of me on Saturday when I had a migraine. No one was home and I was on my bed and he changed the washcloth on my head and left my door open in case I had to get sick. He turned of my television and my light and offered to put my fan on. Later that day he had a headache and I took care of him.

My sister was getting ready for a dance. She's pretty, I get it. But she needs to pull her head out of her own vanity and think. Yelling at me when I'm about to be ill from pain isn't a fabulous idea. It was really sort of cruel of her.

One of my friends at school thinks I should see a doctor for my headaches. But, really, it's fine. It's likely psychologically induced, anyway.

I can't wait to hear more about my play. I'm not certain if I should try out for another production. Would I be able to balance that and schoolwork?

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Val and I determined that I can out-crazy nearly anyone, as long as they don't start going on about explicit or violent topics because then I stop being able to deal with the words and I get swallowed by images.

I'm the most impatient person on the planet, I think.

I painted a shirt today. Having trouble painting anything else, though, because my hands have been shaking. Silly hands. And only sometimes, but it happens during the sometimes that I don't want them to.

I need something to occupy time. Yes.

I explained to my class why "Odysseus wasn't a rockin' dude by our current standards of 'rockin' dude'."

Is it winter already?