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i have officially died as of today. blame it all on the tedious SAT books i am forced to read, or the extremely gratuitous summer reading hws i have to finish. i cannot bring myself to complete any of these activities. i have a proclivity procrastinate for as long as i can. the ppl who created these SATs have no idea how much ennui they are causing amongst all students...or how much pain and intense suffering they are delivering to us. SADISTS AGAINST TEENAGERS. they are feeding irrelevant information into my brain. as well as new SATs vocabulary words. i have no intention to learn them...however, i fear it is too late. goodbye, everyone. here is my will...i sure hope i didn't leave anyone out.
JEANNIE'S WILL:
TO JON: you were always the jerk...but i guess that's ok. you still can't have my computer though. i'm burying it with me. you get nothing b/c you were such a jerk to me when i was still alive.
TO YUBEE AND SANDY: i have an important request to make--bury Meteor Garden w/ me. or even better, kill jon and bury him next to me so that i may torment him in my...ghostlier days. i give you two my both me and jon's lifetime allowances...that should equal up to...$50. spend it well, my friends. and continue to go to the pool even when i'm not there.
TO MILAENA: hey mizzle. i have an important request to make to you, too. kill jeff and bury him next to jon so that i may torment to two of them in my ghostlier days. you may have my computer, since you seem like you want it so much. please take good care of my computer. i told jon i would bury it w/ me, but i was merely joking. really. but if you want to be nice and bury the computer w/ me...i'd find a really great use for it in the afterlife.
TO STEPHANIE: my band buddy...even though i mite have failed to join marching band with you, i shall bury your flute w/ me...just for the hell of it so that i mite play high, screeching notes on my flute and piss the heck out of jon and jeff in my ghostlier days. have fun in marching band. and may you not be blessed w/ skin cancer one of these days. i give you my suntan lotion. put good use to it.
JEANNIE'S WILL:
TO JON: you were always the jerk...but i guess that's ok. you still can't have my computer though. i'm burying it with me. you get nothing b/c you were such a jerk to me when i was still alive.
TO YUBEE AND SANDY: i have an important request to make--bury Meteor Garden w/ me. or even better, kill jon and bury him next to me so that i may torment him in my...ghostlier days. i give you two my both me and jon's lifetime allowances...that should equal up to...$50. spend it well, my friends. and continue to go to the pool even when i'm not there.
TO MILAENA: hey mizzle. i have an important request to make to you, too. kill jeff and bury him next to jon so that i may torment to two of them in my ghostlier days. you may have my computer, since you seem like you want it so much. please take good care of my computer. i told jon i would bury it w/ me, but i was merely joking. really. but if you want to be nice and bury the computer w/ me...i'd find a really great use for it in the afterlife.
TO STEPHANIE: my band buddy...even though i mite have failed to join marching band with you, i shall bury your flute w/ me...just for the hell of it so that i mite play high, screeching notes on my flute and piss the heck out of jon and jeff in my ghostlier days. have fun in marching band. and may you not be blessed w/ skin cancer one of these days. i give you my suntan lotion. put good use to it.