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So... A guy I dated came back the other day. And as much as I wanted to kick his ass then, I didn't. See, I was being mature. Tonight however(right as I was getting out of my shower... horrid timing), he called me. The !#@$%!% called me. In case it wasn't apparent, I wasn't happy. NOT AT ALL! But I was polite. Meaning I talked to him, while letting it slip that I was taken. I also ended the call as soon as I could. So yeah. That was bull.

My subconscious is really evil, and I think I should give it a name. Not only did it give me the first guy dream, but it gave me a second one last night(about the same guy, who isn't my boyfriend!!!!!!!!!!)... I mean, come on. That's not cool Demona! Yes, my subconscious is now named Demona(which is also subject to change). Argh! What do I do? I can't tell anyone! They'll tell me that I should dump my boyfriend and go after the other guy, who I don't even think likes me in that way. Plus, I'm seemingly toxic to the male population. I don't know why. So yeah. Demona is demonic.

Today in debate, we debated controversial topics with just logic. It was so much fun, especially the last one. The resolution was that the US federal government should legalize prostitution through out the US. And my god, I couldn't stop laughing. It was hilarious that 

A. Dylan was arguing the aff, and he's sort of, umm, a douche. And extraordinarily suggestive. So when he vehemently argued for the case, I just couldn't stop giggling. 

B. The negative team was hypocritical and they ran disadvantages on cheating and objectification.

All in all, I'm so glad that I went, because today was amazingly hilarious and fun. 

And for some strange reason(according to Chris, Jason, and Sabrina), if I were a furry (?o?) then I'd be a fox. Weird... and why a fox? I really want to know who came up with that.