Word Up Bradley!

Jun 04, 2005 13:56

Hey I haven't made an actual entry in a while. It's just filled up with random Cosmo-ness hah I laugh.

Well anyway here's a small update on what's down yo diggydiggy dog. ...Hey... aren't you Chip Skylark!?!?! I was.... OOHHH SO WAS I! In this DREAM I HAD LAST NIGHT! Oh but I was a much better singer than you! AND THERE WAS PEANUTBUTTER! LOTS AND LOTS OF PEANUTBUTTER!:

I'm a bit stressed out because I NEED to do well on all my finals to maintain a B/C average. I've been studying and even brougt my grade up 7% in Spanish.

So anyway here's some fun stories for you. Yesterday (Friday June 3rd) Val and Shane were here. Jessica and Emily came with this awesome kid named Jace, while Ducky and her boyfriend had sex like 10 times in the car (man I'm not even joking aronud with you). The thing about Jace is, if you tell him to do something stupid, he'll do it. So Shane told him to drink gasoline he'd brought and spit fire. So Jace drank the gasoline, took the lighter and spat fire, then burnt his hand. I was on the floor laughing, it was hilarious, this kid is awesome. But yesterday as I was going outside I saw my brother's car and he got into an accident. The front of his car is pretty messed up, and it made me all sad.

Mrs. Brennan is a really bad liar. I asked her if she'd done drugs and she was like "NO I'd just wake up early and my eyes are always red and I wore sunglasses because I didn't want wrinkles around my eyes" I was like 'Who the heck wakes up with stoner eyes?' Then she said laziness must run in my family because my brother never swam during P.E. and stuff... Okay well...



HAVE YOU GAINED WEIGHT?!



A LOT of weight?!

So let's hit the countdown shall we?!?!

COUNTDOWN!

My birthday: 7 days! (any The Ring jokes and I'll eat your children)
Porcupine Tree concert: 6 days! (I'm fucking excited)

Well, other than that I don't really have anything to say at all. Have a good weekend. Bye.]

P.S.: Samantha, call me you Bride of a Mexican. Peace.
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