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I went to my lakehouse.  I was sick. DAY 1: I wake up, ill. I cannot speak properly, because I am losing my voice. I go through at least two boxes of tissue paper in an hour. I sit on the couch, sniffling, and my mother and my friend Amanda decide to go walking. I let my dog out a few minutes afterwards, knowing he'll catch up with them and go walking. My dog is a miniature daschund, and not very big at all. He's very sweet and has never bitten anybody in his life. While trotting a long with my mother and friend, two feral dogs approached Beethovan (the dog) and one attacked him. She picked him up in her mouth, and shook him, leaving a

Well, tomorrow I leave for Concordia Camp. I'll be gone for two weeks, learning Japanese, eating Japanese, and showering in a communial area.  Showering with other people is CREEPY.   I love you guys oodles.  See you in a while! <3

I wish I could wash my hair.  It smells like soot and poo.  (erm... not really. But Salad Fingers deserved to be quoted.) The MSI concert... was absolutely phenomenal.  My head hurts so bad.   Short post, but in sconclusion, MSI was fantabulousgasmic.