| once upon a time a girl went to student teach at crestview. girl fell in love with teaching band kids. girls cooperating teacher's wife had a baby. girl taught kids all by herself. girl had fun. girl wanted to go back tomorrow. and girl will. 
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| got my taxes done. very proud.  twas a very annoying day til that was done. and p.s. i am so in love.
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| i have the best guy ever. first i would like to say that spain was wonderful. but returning from spain was also wonderful. i loved seeing all the gorgeous things there but i was just sooooo far away from home. i couldnt really talk to jonas cuz phone calls cost a lot. plus pay phones are not my thing. so when i got back into ashland i was so excited to just get home and get hugs and such. but when i got to my car i got such a sweet little surprise. roses and a card telling me to hurry home. like i said... best guy ever. 
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| things... are stupid. im so stressed out that i dont even want to go to spain anymore. i have so much to do. i feel like im never going to get it done. everyone is mad at me for some reason or another. i turn everything in late. i dont know how to be organized. i dont get any time to myself and when i do all i do is sit and worry about how much shit i have to do. i broke down last night and whined to jonas about everything thats stressing me out... and god bless him he listened and held me like a little baby until i stopped crying... i hate pissing people off. i hate getting to the point where the only way i will get through the rest of the day is if i just break down and bawl my eyes out and let myself have the breakdown. cuz only when all the pieces are broken and fall to the floor can i put the back together the way they are supposed to be. why? why cant they just stay in the right place to begin with? i dont know. and then this morning as i was getting ready to leave the house... i hear scratching on the floor... i turn around to see a mouse with caught in the mouse trap that i set like a month ago. its head all squished inside the damn thing... and it was still trying to run away. who knows how long it had been there... all i know is when i set the trap i put it behind the fridge and when i saw it this morning it was in front of the fridge. which means that poor little nasty-ass thing ran all the way infront of the fridge stuck in the trap. so i felt like a piece of crap. i couldnt just leave it there to keep suffering... so i went downstairs and got the ax jonas uses to chop firewood, put a plastic bag over the thing so it couldnt see, and smashed it. i almost started crying right then. so i picked up the bag and everything and threw it away... and i still cant get the feeling out. i washed my hands but i still feel like i have blood on them... even though i never did... im a murderer. my head wont stop hurting. or my heart. whichever. im so pathetic. 
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i want it. 
