I am so lame. I forgot the email address to this thing. It turns out, you use an email account separate from google. Genius.
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Dang nabbit. Dang Liz.
I spent about a month growing out my nails for prom. I usually like to keep them short. I think I've spent a few months now, taking care of them so they'll be pretty and french painted. Incredibly annoying, not being able to open jars and packages, and not being able to type on a keyboard, and NOT BEING ABLE TO PLAY MY GUITAR or PIANO. :/
Just now, I was drawing "NERD." onto a shirt that I stole from Nate in a Rite-Aid parking lot a while back. I looked down. NOOOOOOO. Now, I have to get acrylics and won't be able to play guitar for at least 3 more weeks. I'm sobbing like a child with a scraped knee; without a dad to come slap my arm so the scrape won't hurt anymore. I'm also sick, have no voice, am breaking out from raging hormones, and am getting chubby since I can't run because it makes the pain in my throat unbearable. Story of my life.
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