standing on the edge of summer
slept over at rochelles last night. highlights:
taking off rebz top in the pool while she was mounted apon charles. then running and hiding in the broom closet.
xtine teaching me how to pole dance on street signs in broad day light. then me, attempting to do a running leap onto it and sevearley wonding what ever thy museles exist down there.
self enduced fainting. it was weird though, bc i kept having flashbacks and then would wake up. and according to everyone else in the room i had a few seizures as well. i also scrapped my back on something while going down *snicker* and now there is a huge gap.
watched breakfest club. yummie.
did summer salts down the hallways at 3 am. erm, invigerating?
reading some book about a bunch of girls and their pants. dont ask.
yes, then when i came back to my house i found this strange apple juice that was tres frothish and kind of smelled bitter. so i drank a bunch of it. a few hours later my mom comes in the kitchen while i am standing there, picks up the bottel and comments, "oh look, its ferminting bc we didnt put it back in the refrigerator. this is kind of how they make beer." i proceaded to tell her i had drunk a few glasses of it. and she proceaded to loose all faith in the future of america. apparentley i washed down my cerial with sum (unintentionally) home made apple ale.
taking off rebz top in the pool while she was mounted apon charles. then running and hiding in the broom closet.
xtine teaching me how to pole dance on street signs in broad day light. then me, attempting to do a running leap onto it and sevearley wonding what ever thy museles exist down there.
self enduced fainting. it was weird though, bc i kept having flashbacks and then would wake up. and according to everyone else in the room i had a few seizures as well. i also scrapped my back on something while going down *snicker* and now there is a huge gap.
watched breakfest club. yummie.
did summer salts down the hallways at 3 am. erm, invigerating?
reading some book about a bunch of girls and their pants. dont ask.
yes, then when i came back to my house i found this strange apple juice that was tres frothish and kind of smelled bitter. so i drank a bunch of it. a few hours later my mom comes in the kitchen while i am standing there, picks up the bottel and comments, "oh look, its ferminting bc we didnt put it back in the refrigerator. this is kind of how they make beer." i proceaded to tell her i had drunk a few glasses of it. and she proceaded to loose all faith in the future of america. apparentley i washed down my cerial with sum (unintentionally) home made apple ale.