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attention friends:
12 DAYS UNTIL SUMMER
which means..
12 days until hours of fun, drunk nights, front lawning it, lake house, shore, sneaking out after cerfew, spraying bug repelent into jen's asshole, random visits to a&p at all hours of the night, more operations of stealing lip glosses that are only used once, flagging down icecream men while already eating ice cream, SEXERCISE, daring people to eat dog food infront of the convient store, puking, puking, puking, more puking, late night phone conversations about everything and anything, scuba gear, strabucks, watching sarah consume 500 red bulls than act like spiderman for hours, meeting people, meeting 'ustin' like people (mm..), burger king at 11:30 at night, crayon stealing, strip polker under intoxication, whip cream anyone?, pool hopping, interpetive dancing, killer-aid, NOT SEEING SR. B EVERYDAY, 'softball', getting lost in woods, carnival, running away for 2 days, wrestlemania, sing-a-longs, having "may 28th (formerly known as june 5th)" every weekend, nipples being placed on a kitchen floor, partying like it's 1999, watching a certain person piss on someone's front lawn, intersting skating journey's, concerts, shows, wayne hills diner, creeping ourselves out so bad we cant sleep for weeks, ramen noodles everyday, bungee jumping, more parties, sleeping in sarah's closet, 'we like to mosh brah', pipe line..heh, yelling through the streets, NOT HAVING GANGSTA BOYS HIT ME UP ON DA CELL, mall rats, and so much more..
so being that i havent updatedin some time i'll tell u how i am doing:
my mode right now is well, something along the lines of...WHAT THE HELL. school is so freakin tiring its annoying. u can tell its the end of the year when no one gives a shit and frankly, no one gives a shit. im gonna miss my classes though, not the teachers (well not all of the teachers) but my classes. but whats good is that rob, bryan, and i are gonna have alot of the same classes together again i hope. because even though school sucks i have so much fun with them. i beter have a bunch of classes with whitney too. but no more sister b. thank god. no more hearing the word "everybody" or "everyone" being said after every statement. no more mrs. g. i can't take that woman. seriously, whoa.
things with steve. i think they are getting better. we have a start i think. i wish we could just be together because its pointless not to be. i mean what is he doing that is so great without me anyway? and besides that, we still talk almost everyday. all i can say is boy, you seriously don't see straight.
with the family - i have a new nephew. Joseph Salvator Vagnato. can we get any more italian? he was born last thursday and is sooo cute. 6 pounds. J is doing well. thank the lord. we are going skating later after i go to see trixy. my mom, o god, my mom is well...liz. end of story.
well i have to bounce. i have ish to do and places to be.
...and they all (would)live happily ever after (if 'deli' would just open his eyes).
L.T.M
oh and QOTD: byran-
supermodelguy107: omfg sr. b is a retart
xi you vandal ix: that she is
xi you vandal ix: u should hear maggie and me make fun of her
supermodelguy107: i'd definitely hit that from the back though
12 DAYS UNTIL SUMMER
which means..
12 days until hours of fun, drunk nights, front lawning it, lake house, shore, sneaking out after cerfew, spraying bug repelent into jen's asshole, random visits to a&p at all hours of the night, more operations of stealing lip glosses that are only used once, flagging down icecream men while already eating ice cream, SEXERCISE, daring people to eat dog food infront of the convient store, puking, puking, puking, more puking, late night phone conversations about everything and anything, scuba gear, strabucks, watching sarah consume 500 red bulls than act like spiderman for hours, meeting people, meeting 'ustin' like people (mm..), burger king at 11:30 at night, crayon stealing, strip polker under intoxication, whip cream anyone?, pool hopping, interpetive dancing, killer-aid, NOT SEEING SR. B EVERYDAY, 'softball', getting lost in woods, carnival, running away for 2 days, wrestlemania, sing-a-longs, having "may 28th (formerly known as june 5th)" every weekend, nipples being placed on a kitchen floor, partying like it's 1999, watching a certain person piss on someone's front lawn, intersting skating journey's, concerts, shows, wayne hills diner, creeping ourselves out so bad we cant sleep for weeks, ramen noodles everyday, bungee jumping, more parties, sleeping in sarah's closet, 'we like to mosh brah', pipe line..heh, yelling through the streets, NOT HAVING GANGSTA BOYS HIT ME UP ON DA CELL, mall rats, and so much more..
so being that i havent updatedin some time i'll tell u how i am doing:
my mode right now is well, something along the lines of...WHAT THE HELL. school is so freakin tiring its annoying. u can tell its the end of the year when no one gives a shit and frankly, no one gives a shit. im gonna miss my classes though, not the teachers (well not all of the teachers) but my classes. but whats good is that rob, bryan, and i are gonna have alot of the same classes together again i hope. because even though school sucks i have so much fun with them. i beter have a bunch of classes with whitney too. but no more sister b. thank god. no more hearing the word "everybody" or "everyone" being said after every statement. no more mrs. g. i can't take that woman. seriously, whoa.
things with steve. i think they are getting better. we have a start i think. i wish we could just be together because its pointless not to be. i mean what is he doing that is so great without me anyway? and besides that, we still talk almost everyday. all i can say is boy, you seriously don't see straight.
with the family - i have a new nephew. Joseph Salvator Vagnato. can we get any more italian? he was born last thursday and is sooo cute. 6 pounds. J is doing well. thank the lord. we are going skating later after i go to see trixy. my mom, o god, my mom is well...liz. end of story.
well i have to bounce. i have ish to do and places to be.
...and they all (would)live happily ever after (if 'deli' would just open his eyes).
L.T.M
oh and QOTD: byran-
supermodelguy107: omfg sr. b is a retart
xi you vandal ix: that she is
xi you vandal ix: u should hear maggie and me make fun of her
supermodelguy107: i'd definitely hit that from the back though