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Um, what? I totally didn't log into myspace.com and peruse through profiles of people from my old high school while I should be writing a paper thing.
Yeah.
Wait, I don't remember trash like this, and I only graduated last year. When did the 16-year-olds in my high school get so damn emo? Must be like wading through puddles of tears in the hallways or some shit like that. Don't forget the abundance of thick black eyeliner, spiky belts, sad webcam faces, and trendy 'punk' lyrics. Yes, little darlings, go cry in your rooms, take photos of your new haircut ... and when you're done, stop wallowing in your delusional idea about the assholeish-ness of 'society' and snap a picture of the trees in your backyard with the digicam that Mommy bought you for your birthday. Drink your vodka at night and wake up to the twittering of birds that flutter the skies in your hazy suburban town. Ride your yellow school bus and draw sad faces in the windows. I feel your pain. Not.
My high school is so lame. Am I not SO DAMN HAPPY to be away from there?
Uh. Back to my paper!!!!!
*edit.
hmm.
You love the Beatles. You know almost everything
about them, and can't get enough of them. You
wish you could meet them.
How much do you love the Beatles?
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Yeah.
Wait, I don't remember trash like this, and I only graduated last year. When did the 16-year-olds in my high school get so damn emo? Must be like wading through puddles of tears in the hallways or some shit like that. Don't forget the abundance of thick black eyeliner, spiky belts, sad webcam faces, and trendy 'punk' lyrics. Yes, little darlings, go cry in your rooms, take photos of your new haircut ... and when you're done, stop wallowing in your delusional idea about the assholeish-ness of 'society' and snap a picture of the trees in your backyard with the digicam that Mommy bought you for your birthday. Drink your vodka at night and wake up to the twittering of birds that flutter the skies in your hazy suburban town. Ride your yellow school bus and draw sad faces in the windows. I feel your pain. Not.
My high school is so lame. Am I not SO DAMN HAPPY to be away from there?
Uh. Back to my paper!!!!!
*edit.
hmm.
You love the Beatles. You know almost everything
about them, and can't get enough of them. You
wish you could meet them.
How much do you love the Beatles?
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