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Today was ok. It went by fast. All my friends complain about how my shorts are too short. I think they're fine. Atleast my ass doesn't hang out like some people at our school.
I had to read my story about some kid wanting to commit suicide but doesn't. Everyone has to read their stories. I started writing the story the day right after Laina did what she did. I had this picture and I couldn't come up with anything and the only think the kid next to me could come up with was suicide. Great isn't it?
Some people came over my house and they didn't terrorize my house but eachother and I was dragged into it. >.<' But before that Dan took of his nasty, wet, smelly socks and jumped into my unmade bed. He put the poor socks on my pillow. Ew. He wouldn't get out. Then they all wanted to go on the trampoline my backyard neighbors own. I didn't jump much and I ended up sitting on some wet part getting my whole ass wet. It wasn't all that great. Then everyone left and right before Dan left he gave me one of the nine hugs he owes me and let me tell you his hugs are boob killers. He squeezes so hard.
~Di
P.S. Flamey, everyone I know including me, thinks he likes me.
I had to read my story about some kid wanting to commit suicide but doesn't. Everyone has to read their stories. I started writing the story the day right after Laina did what she did. I had this picture and I couldn't come up with anything and the only think the kid next to me could come up with was suicide. Great isn't it?
Some people came over my house and they didn't terrorize my house but eachother and I was dragged into it. >.<' But before that Dan took of his nasty, wet, smelly socks and jumped into my unmade bed. He put the poor socks on my pillow. Ew. He wouldn't get out. Then they all wanted to go on the trampoline my backyard neighbors own. I didn't jump much and I ended up sitting on some wet part getting my whole ass wet. It wasn't all that great. Then everyone left and right before Dan left he gave me one of the nine hugs he owes me and let me tell you his hugs are boob killers. He squeezes so hard.
~Di
P.S. Flamey, everyone I know including me, thinks he likes me.