Whee...
What is it now? 8 days? I did nothing tonight. No packing, no homework, no nothing. I feel unaccomplished. Meh, I'm dead tired.
Leafs and Avs are out. GOOD RIDDANCE.
I guess we're obliged to cheer for Calgary, seeing as they're Canadian and stuff. Meh, I'm really beyond the point of caring who wins the cup now. I'd love for Tampa to get it, though. Or even Calgary, I suppose.
I miss the Canucks. I miss Burkie and his big mouth.
I'm terribly tired. I hate that feeling, you know. Being in class and feeling as if you're going to die because your head is going to combust in on you. Thank God all Framy did was rant today, because I was able to tune out and finish that homework. I wasn't in the mood to listen to him after he had his little comparing chart with the Flames and the Canucks.
See, the only reason I would want the Flames to lose would be to NOT HEAR HIS INCESSANT CHEERING and to rub it in his face. I have a feeling I'll be in for a long remainder of the year if Calgary keeps on surging. Oh joy.
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What can I say? It speaks.
Pretty girl is suffering while he confesses everything.
pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about.
and that's what you get for falling again;
you can never get him out of your head.
and that's what you get for falling again;
you can never get him out of your head.
it's the way that he makes you feel.
it's the way that he kisses you.
it's the way that he makes you fall in love.
she's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego and
the killer instinct tells her to be aware of evil men.
and that's what you get for falling again;
you can never get him out of your head.
and that's what you get for falling again;
you can never get him out of your head.
it's the way that he makes you feel.
it's the way that he kisses you.
it's the way that he makes you fall in love.
pretty girl... pretty girl...
pretty girl is suffering while he confesses everything.
pretty soon she'll figure out: you can never get him out of your head...
Leafs and Avs are out. GOOD RIDDANCE.
I guess we're obliged to cheer for Calgary, seeing as they're Canadian and stuff. Meh, I'm really beyond the point of caring who wins the cup now. I'd love for Tampa to get it, though. Or even Calgary, I suppose.
I miss the Canucks. I miss Burkie and his big mouth.
I'm terribly tired. I hate that feeling, you know. Being in class and feeling as if you're going to die because your head is going to combust in on you. Thank God all Framy did was rant today, because I was able to tune out and finish that homework. I wasn't in the mood to listen to him after he had his little comparing chart with the Flames and the Canucks.
See, the only reason I would want the Flames to lose would be to NOT HEAR HIS INCESSANT CHEERING and to rub it in his face. I have a feeling I'll be in for a long remainder of the year if Calgary keeps on surging. Oh joy.
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What can I say? It speaks.
Pretty girl is suffering while he confesses everything.
pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about.
and that's what you get for falling again;
you can never get him out of your head.
and that's what you get for falling again;
you can never get him out of your head.
it's the way that he makes you feel.
it's the way that he kisses you.
it's the way that he makes you fall in love.
she's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego and
the killer instinct tells her to be aware of evil men.
and that's what you get for falling again;
you can never get him out of your head.
and that's what you get for falling again;
you can never get him out of your head.
it's the way that he makes you feel.
it's the way that he kisses you.
it's the way that he makes you fall in love.
pretty girl... pretty girl...
pretty girl is suffering while he confesses everything.
pretty soon she'll figure out: you can never get him out of your head...