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ive missed you lj. im sorry for neglecting you.
now that that is out of the way...
im home. i made it through finals which were a pain in the ass, but im home, and with a 3.23 gpa for that matter. go me.
ive stayed pretty busy since ive been home. i did however go back to college station for stephens graduation, then had christmas' on dad's side, went to the bob bullock museum, saw polar express at the imax, did the trail of lights with my three best friends, did the whole other side of the family christmas, stayed at blaines ranch in lampasas, blahblah. its been weird being home. i miss college station.
soo i have this ginormous bruise on my inner thigh fat. (i honestly just went and took a picture of it to post on here, then realized why the hell would i put my leg fat on the internet). anyway, this is how it happened: (get comfortable)
we went to blaines ranch.. and had a bb gun war. well we made up teams. blaine and tarik were on one team and me thomas and patrick were on the other. at first they didnt give me a gun, but i was not going out there without one. so we walk out into the woods to find blaine and tarik and i had made it clear do not shoot me unless i shoot you first. so im just going down the road yelling "thomas there is blaine!" and "patrick theres tarik".. minding my own business and what not. well i see blaine, and i figure, why not.. so i shoot AT HIM. i did NOT hit him. duh. he's like in a full sprint, turns around and shoots me. right in the inner thigh fat. and so i scream. a lot.
about two minutes after that, im standing in the bushes, again, minding my own business when i get shot again.. in the knee. this time, i didnt shoot first or anything. so im pissed and im yelling at whoever shot me... only to find out it was MY BOYFRIEND that shot me... who was ON MY OWN TEAM!!!! piece of shit.
later, patrick tells me that he sat there and watched thomas aim at me for a good ten seconds. piece. of. shit.
anyway.. we played poker, and me and thomas split the pot because we were the last two left and we were tired of playing. but might i add that we beat out three guys that play all the time. i mean, i know mr. shapiro, mr. oconner and mr. bakir play for serious money.
so santa was good to me this christmas.. i gotta digital camera, langerie/victoria secrets apparel, frames, tea maker :), jewelry, money, giftcards, all that jazz. its funny, when you grow older, you seem to get like one or two reallllly good gifts and thats all you want/need.
today me and aj did arts and crafts. we painted canvases.. mines different blocks of different pinks, and hers is the texas flag. we're gonna sew pictures on top. aj saw the idea somewhere, so we're making it happen. go hobby lobby.
well im off to sleep with aj. i like her. i really like her. shes good. shes really good. i like her.
http://www.scrolllock.nl/home.cfm
entertainment for minutes ^^
now that that is out of the way...
im home. i made it through finals which were a pain in the ass, but im home, and with a 3.23 gpa for that matter. go me.
ive stayed pretty busy since ive been home. i did however go back to college station for stephens graduation, then had christmas' on dad's side, went to the bob bullock museum, saw polar express at the imax, did the trail of lights with my three best friends, did the whole other side of the family christmas, stayed at blaines ranch in lampasas, blahblah. its been weird being home. i miss college station.
soo i have this ginormous bruise on my inner thigh fat. (i honestly just went and took a picture of it to post on here, then realized why the hell would i put my leg fat on the internet). anyway, this is how it happened: (get comfortable)
we went to blaines ranch.. and had a bb gun war. well we made up teams. blaine and tarik were on one team and me thomas and patrick were on the other. at first they didnt give me a gun, but i was not going out there without one. so we walk out into the woods to find blaine and tarik and i had made it clear do not shoot me unless i shoot you first. so im just going down the road yelling "thomas there is blaine!" and "patrick theres tarik".. minding my own business and what not. well i see blaine, and i figure, why not.. so i shoot AT HIM. i did NOT hit him. duh. he's like in a full sprint, turns around and shoots me. right in the inner thigh fat. and so i scream. a lot.
about two minutes after that, im standing in the bushes, again, minding my own business when i get shot again.. in the knee. this time, i didnt shoot first or anything. so im pissed and im yelling at whoever shot me... only to find out it was MY BOYFRIEND that shot me... who was ON MY OWN TEAM!!!! piece of shit.
later, patrick tells me that he sat there and watched thomas aim at me for a good ten seconds. piece. of. shit.
anyway.. we played poker, and me and thomas split the pot because we were the last two left and we were tired of playing. but might i add that we beat out three guys that play all the time. i mean, i know mr. shapiro, mr. oconner and mr. bakir play for serious money.
so santa was good to me this christmas.. i gotta digital camera, langerie/victoria secrets apparel, frames, tea maker :), jewelry, money, giftcards, all that jazz. its funny, when you grow older, you seem to get like one or two reallllly good gifts and thats all you want/need.
today me and aj did arts and crafts. we painted canvases.. mines different blocks of different pinks, and hers is the texas flag. we're gonna sew pictures on top. aj saw the idea somewhere, so we're making it happen. go hobby lobby.
well im off to sleep with aj. i like her. i really like her. shes good. shes really good. i like her.
http://www.scrolllock.nl/home.cfm
entertainment for minutes ^^