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How to be Uncool

So, I've decided. I am going to write a book on how to be uncool. No, not how to be cool. And no, not even how to be uncool in the cool way. No, I shall be showing all of you lovelies what it's like to be uncool in a world where ANYONE can be cool, and you feel you are not. And...I'm not going to write a book. It might be something like a book, but it may also be a video. Or a series. Mini-series.

Now that I've officially sent you on a vague and potentially disappointing mind trip--prom is this Saturday. Senior prom. Wow. I don't think it's hit me that this is one of those milestones. The ones that you'll remember the rest of your life! So it'd better be good. Here's to hope. Or, at least I might be able to come out with a pretty good story or two.

The Roots. How come I've never heard of these guys before?

I'm not wearing any underwear!

I don't know what is wrong with me, heh. Well, my fingers are falling asleep on my screen. I suppose a 'good night' is in order...

Get the brown trousers!


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