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| Since I can't do anything regarding my comments or history on this account, I have moved to another one. http://www.xanga.com/See_Ya_Space_Cowgirl Farewell, glitch! | | |
| Okay. I got a job and turned seventeen. Then yesterday I quit my job (very happily). I can't quit being seventeen for a while though. I have a new job waiting for me at a little tea room on main street. They've got a piano. I think jobs just don't work out for me if I can't play the piano every once in a while, and that's just how it is. Speaking of pianos, I played for about five hours today and then went and did my National Piano Guild Audition. My fingers feel great. Anyways, I did good. I got the top ranking. Now I just have to get my students through their recitals and muddle through mine and we'll be all set. Everything is going pretty well, now that I don't have to work nine hours with no breaks. She tried to talk me out of leaving, but I had already had enough. That's just the end of that. So all is well...except for the extreme fatigue part. That'll be okay too, I'm going to go in tomorrow and let them do all sorts of blood tests and whatever and we'll go from there. 
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| Why would someone choose to be a yankee? Don't they know that nobody will ever like them again? And when they come to visit we'll just throw stuff at them and insult them with our southern slang? Once you're a yankee, there's no turning back. You're off the team. You're out of the family. -Stacy | | |
| Or more like "mu-ah!" I decided to update. Even though NO ONE comments. EL OH EL people. I know you read this. You left dirty footprints all over the wonderfully woven tapestry which is my xanga. I love looking back to see my sparratic posts...just to keep me on the sane side. Didn't work! After all that, classes end next week!!! Then I get to do summer school at San Jac and work....um. Huzzah. 








MAHAHAHA. -CRAZY STACY | | |
| I am going to freeze to death in my own home. Mark this as the spot where Queen Stacy bit the dust. Not even her favorite pink socks could keep her warm enough to function. RIP Stacy Marie. Global warming strikes again. | | |
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