Hello fat friends that turn every see-saw into a catapult, the last few times I wrote in this Livejournal never actually happened.
I'd like to take this time to make you read a useless sentence.
Cool, anyway...I have 2 new people reading my LiveJournal as of recently.
Olga, Kate, you two know who you are, or so I hope.
Thanks for wasting my life with me! It's very polite of you.
Um, is this the part where I say the stuff that's happening?
Oh, okay. Wow, really? Jeez. No, that's cool. Hey, if you say so.
Shyloh came just like I prophecised, then she left which was all sad-like.
But she's on her way back, so as to put off the sad 'missing eachother' stuff for a little longer.
We're going to Gay Prom because neither of us know what "gay" means and we're both determined they will tell us when we get there.
[secret code that only shyloh can read: "COM9 HOM9" (9=E)]
Spork is going well, I got 1000 of them in the mail the other day. And yes, it was the best spork-based package I've ever gotton, in case you were wondering.
Here are two pictures:
Here's a slice of toast to my first night in the last week that I didn't just fall asleep at 9:30 like a bitch, that's the only reason I let myself out of my books to type this.
So, John Waters finally met me.
Look at how excited he was.
I don't care, I still think camels are just big cats with back problems and chewing tabacco addicitons.
Hey, if I get a lot of work done, I may even update this ever again soon. [Grammatize that one, cap'n!]
Look behind you!
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