(The next day, I think it's the 20th)
[note: January 20, 1996]
Odd. The pen I'm using is blue, but the ink is black. Well, I've studied math, and I'm STILL GOING TO FAIL miserably. I hope I pass. Damn. I really tried hard.
We went to see a fortune teller today. I'm going to live until I'm about 85 to 89. I'm going to have a serious boyfriend in two to three years. I'm going to have a long engagement, following by a marriage. I'm going to be married in my mid- to late twenties, and have kids in my late twenties to early thirties. It's supposed to be a successful marriage, with two or three kids. I'm going to go into business for myself and be financially secure. I'm going to marry someone whom I haven't met yet. My lucky numbers are 14 and 27. All the studying I've been doing will be beneficial in the end, and in the next three to six weeks, someone will reveal their true feelings. I'm supposed to follow my heart and not listen to what my friends say. Someone around me is not really on my side. They're badmouthing me behind my back. Okay.
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