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Oh, God, shall I get out first? No, I'll hold back a few seconds and watch the person behind me get out. Oh, there are only two doors in this car, stupid woman. Honestly, you'd think they'd at least have a four-door car in 2009, the big two-thousand. Wow, it really is 2009 already. I remember writing 1998 on my schoolwork. Seems like it never was 1998 now. Silver coats. Tamagotchi. Yo-yos. I never did learn how to yo-yo, I always got frustrated and used it as a Barbie bungee jump. So many Barbie deaths. My mum gave me the Barbies that used to be hers so they all had bite marks on them. One of them had pubic hair drawn on with a black marker pen, which I found rather shocking. Gosh, I wandered off a bit there. I'm getting a bit concerned actually, my attention span seems to be getting worse and I'm only twenty. I read somewhere that Atkinson's disease is affecting younger people now. Probably due to the diet we have. Terrible. Isn't it Parkinson? Anyway, my Grandma got Atkinson/Parkinson's disease when she was seventy and she couldn't remember a thing. I should probably concentrate on the Unification of Italy right now but to be honest it's so boring, I'd much rather just doodle this budgerigar whilst she's talking. Nobody can see me anyway. In fact I reckon I'm getting quite good at drawing budgies. I never really wanted to be a teacher anyway, I'd much rather be a woman who draws budgies. I could probably sell them, too. For food. Maybe it wouldn't be that great.