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my game face for men-getting.
birds poop, if you didn't know. also, statistics say that birds strategically aim for newly washed bmws, boys on first dates, and my arm. (actually, I just made that statistic up; but you want, you could use me as a credible source-I have pictures.)I'm not very happy with my ACT scores, because I didn't even read the science portion. it really brought me down. I mean, it really brought me down. so I'm thinking I might take it again and actually prepare for it this time. at least for the science portion. I don't even want to say what percent tile I got in that. I'll just say it wasn't any two digit percentage. summer is looming around the sunny, sandy bend, and I'm all up for it. why have you been talking to me? I keep asking myself that but I don't usually think about it-I haven't gone too far into my mind in quite some time, but you know? it's all good. but the only answer to that question is because, well...anyway. my pool is open. who wants a swim?