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How nice of LiveJournal to start working again.
Me: you know the type
Tracy: ghetto white boys
Me: haha, to say the least. old habits die hard.
"How are things?", you ask? Things are pretty fucking good. I'm happier than I've been in a long time. I really don't even think about it anymore.
I am "4½ hours on the telephone with him" kinda happy. I am "thinking about somebody else all the time" kinda happy. I am happy. Thank you.
I've been listening to a lot of rap lately. Good rap, for the most part atleast. I've always liked it, just never really listen to it. Don't worry Modest Mouse, you're still my #1, haha. :]
Anyways, I wanted to share this with a few people:
These are my boys, no one elses. Everyday I would leave my own class to come hang out with them. I'm sure all the girls in that class think I'm the biggest whore on Earth because I'm always talking to atleast one of them through out the day. They probably whisper things about me having sex with all of them behinf my back, haha. I love them all like my brothers. That hour was probably the best time I'll have in my entire Senior year. Considering I'm no longer going to a prom.
This is Tim. Tim is from the UK. Tim is my English boyfriend.
Me and my Englishman.
This is Ron, Steven, and Cory(from left to right) playing this stupid game with quarters that we always play. You have to keep the stupid quarter spinning by flicking it and pounding on the table. Yeah... it's lame, but I love it.
This is me and Tim, with Ron's hat on. I'm a gangster, didn't you know?
This is Jef with one F. Jef supplies me with lots of red Skittles everyday, He doesn't even eat them, he just gives them to me. 'Cause he loves me. Jef is ghetto with Ron's hat too.
This is Cory, he's a smartass. He eats all of my food.
Me.
Me and Isaac comparing breast sizes. He swears his were bigger than mine. He's crazy. And yes, his are fake.
Adam, Me, and Tim.
Me.
Jerome and Isaac.
Adam. Adam's a jerk(and he knows it), and I hated him last year. But this year I tried being friends with him and he's cool.
Tracy, meet Ron. ;] (Only you would know anything about Ron, haha.)
This is Jerome, Isaac, and Cory. A little fondling is all. ;]
A bad picture of me.
Jef is holding a poster made by Jessa last year. This teacher gave it to me because "it was made by my best friend".
I don't have an individual picture of Steven on there, but he's probably the person I'm closest to there. I've known him since we were little kids. He's the one in the white shirt.
Oh the Auburn Hills-ness, haha.
2 DAYS UNTIL BRIGHT EYES!!!!
-Kristen
p.s. tracy- youve got directions and stuff right?
Me: you know the type
Tracy: ghetto white boys
Me: haha, to say the least. old habits die hard.
"How are things?", you ask? Things are pretty fucking good. I'm happier than I've been in a long time. I really don't even think about it anymore.
I am "4½ hours on the telephone with him" kinda happy. I am "thinking about somebody else all the time" kinda happy. I am happy. Thank you.
I've been listening to a lot of rap lately. Good rap, for the most part atleast. I've always liked it, just never really listen to it. Don't worry Modest Mouse, you're still my #1, haha. :]
Anyways, I wanted to share this with a few people:
These are my boys, no one elses. Everyday I would leave my own class to come hang out with them. I'm sure all the girls in that class think I'm the biggest whore on Earth because I'm always talking to atleast one of them through out the day. They probably whisper things about me having sex with all of them behinf my back, haha. I love them all like my brothers. That hour was probably the best time I'll have in my entire Senior year. Considering I'm no longer going to a prom.
This is Tim. Tim is from the UK. Tim is my English boyfriend.
Me and my Englishman.
This is Ron, Steven, and Cory(from left to right) playing this stupid game with quarters that we always play. You have to keep the stupid quarter spinning by flicking it and pounding on the table. Yeah... it's lame, but I love it.
This is me and Tim, with Ron's hat on. I'm a gangster, didn't you know?
This is Jef with one F. Jef supplies me with lots of red Skittles everyday, He doesn't even eat them, he just gives them to me. 'Cause he loves me. Jef is ghetto with Ron's hat too.
This is Cory, he's a smartass. He eats all of my food.
Me.
Me and Isaac comparing breast sizes. He swears his were bigger than mine. He's crazy. And yes, his are fake.
Adam, Me, and Tim.
Me.
Jerome and Isaac.
Adam. Adam's a jerk(and he knows it), and I hated him last year. But this year I tried being friends with him and he's cool.
Tracy, meet Ron. ;] (Only you would know anything about Ron, haha.)
This is Jerome, Isaac, and Cory. A little fondling is all. ;]
A bad picture of me.
Jef is holding a poster made by Jessa last year. This teacher gave it to me because "it was made by my best friend".
I don't have an individual picture of Steven on there, but he's probably the person I'm closest to there. I've known him since we were little kids. He's the one in the white shirt.
Oh the Auburn Hills-ness, haha.
2 DAYS UNTIL BRIGHT EYES!!!!
-Kristen
p.s. tracy- youve got directions and stuff right?