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Cordy and Lauren kept trying to set up Angel and I tonight. This is the aftermath for our drunken makeout from last week, I assume. >_>; It was nice, though -- awkward, but nice.
Might even do it again.
Maybe.
... anywhore.
I AM GOING TO FUCKING MURDER MY ENGLISH TEACHER. I HAD AN A FUCKING AVERAGE, THERE IS NO WAY A SINGLE 73 COULD LOWER IT ALL THE WAY DOWN TO A B-. NO. NO.
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Mr. Saracco is finally back in school after four weeks of being in the hospital. Thank god. He's been teaching for 47 years, and I know he wants to have at least 50 before he retires, so let's hope the next three years for his teaching go smoothly.
I need a root beer.
Might even do it again.
Maybe.
... anywhore.
I AM GOING TO FUCKING MURDER MY ENGLISH TEACHER. I HAD AN A FUCKING AVERAGE, THERE IS NO WAY A SINGLE 73 COULD LOWER IT ALL THE WAY DOWN TO A B-. NO. NO.
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Mr. Saracco is finally back in school after four weeks of being in the hospital. Thank god. He's been teaching for 47 years, and I know he wants to have at least 50 before he retires, so let's hope the next three years for his teaching go smoothly.
I need a root beer.