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Okay, when talking about school, I forgot to mention that Ms. Kover, my English teacher, is letting me replace the Shakespeare essay with a play I want to write. This is because I have already established my "basic understanding" of Shakespearean language. So instead of some crappy essay on the "theme" of The Taming of the Shrew, (it's one of Bill's comedies - does it have a theme?) I get to write a play about anything I want.

Yeesss! I rock!

Now...what the hell is my play gonna be about?

Gimme T!

I'm a proud Calgarian - usually - but, God, sometimes I can't stand living in Southern Alberta; cattle country, oil country, redneck country. I might as well be living in Texas.

I want to get on T! Right now, before my bod pulls a Britney Spears. (BTW, I don't believe for a second she got implants - when was she ever out of the public eye long enough to paint her toenails black, let alone get fake boobies?)

There is one, count 'em (him), one psychologist in my city qualified to work with transsexuals. (That I've been able to find.) And not only is he moving to a new office right now, and doesn't have an operating phone, but he isn't taking any new clients! AAARGHH! *slamming head into computer desk*

Life sucks!