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it's not the blood that makes me cut |
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| Written by Diana, on 13-07-2000 23:00 |
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So today we went to the Kennedy Space center--much to my dismay. I got some great shots though. Can't wait to develop my pictures. My father ruined it though. He kept acting like he knew about the missiles and about everything else and kept telling me things. Like "this one went up with such and such a load" and "just that LITTLE part on top when up, the rest was the engine." I wanted to tell him to SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
Anyhow, I figured out a way to cut. Well, it's how I cut the first time. I don't do it for the blood.
Maybe it's the unknown that I don't like. I don't like it when I can't tell if people are looking at me or not. If I know that they are looking at me, I just look back. It usually causes them to look away. And when people aren't staring, I make it a point not to stare at them. I LOCKED myself out of my hotel room this evening shortly after Lisa and my parents left for EPCOT (for the THIRD time). I had to go to the reservations desk and ask to get my door opened. The lady who came was VERY nice about it thank god. I will NEVER tell anyone about it. And I WON'T be there when they check out. I was not at all anxious--well, a LITTLE anxiety. I've never done THAT before. They're pissing me off and I have a WHOLE 'nother day with the CROWDS at MGM tomorrow. Then Cirque Du Sole tomorrow night. I am SO not looking forward to that. I've had about enough of this so-called vacation. Isn't a vacation supposed to be RELAXING?
Last update: 13-07-2000 23:00
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