You can never ever leave without leaving a piece of you. And our lives are forever chaneged...
So for almost a year Ms. Julie has been on my ass about updating this. And I have protested. A lot. For no real reason other than the fact that I have absolutely no time anymore. But it does kind of make me sad, as I realize now that I hardly remember anything that has happened this past year, and I will probably never remember it now. And it makes ( Read more... )
Well, a ridiculously long update merits a ridiculously long comment. So get ready.
Oh, Mrs. Meloni's Hebrew Scriptures class. You forgot to mention the numerous times that she pelted chalk at me. And the day she wouldn't let me participate in the Passover Sedar because I was the "devil child." And that during that week of detentions I spent the entire time folding sweaters, only to be called back to her room over the intercom 20 minutes later because they weren't folded correctly.
You forgot to mention the minion revolt and Danielle's hysterical dance final to a medley of "My Heart Will Go On" and "It's Hot in Here." And the time Colleen and I spent the entire dance class hidden under the altar to avoid doing that ridiculous tap routine. And the many dance classes that Steve would join us.
And the hours and hours we spent rocking out to Christmas music in your car because I was too fucking lazy to get my license and insisted that you drive me everywhere.
And our crazy tennis adventure where Jess and I were absolutely horrendous and you ran through maybe 47 stop signs and red lights.
And when we spent the entire weekend in Vermont watching the Olympics, eating Ramen and flipping out about Jane Eyre (sorry about that dent in your wall, by the way).
And football games that always ended with a trip to Friendlies.
And the obscene amounts of conversations dedicated to the one and only d-nizzle.
And Birthday Batter and Cookie Dough and Cherry Chocolate Chip Ice cream.
And MSCL marathons where we spent hours drooling over the god that is Jared Leto (during his early Jordan Catalano days, of course).
And the times your mom would ask me to come over and clean your room.
And our many spanish videos that always featured some sort of David Bisbal reference.
And Amsterdam (no explanation needed).
Well, now that you've succeeded in making me cry (yet again) I think it's time I get to work on my term paper.
Love you lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots
Julie
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And I had totally blanked on the minion revolt and Danielle's dances (Harrison always loved her so much, obviously not for her amazing choreography skills) and that day with Colleen and the alter. And remember the day that it took Missy 3 tries to almost complete her dance? And the day we played with all the graduation bows and Missy sat in that box?
Only cool people listen to "All I Want for Christmas is You"... in July.
And there were no red lights run and only one stop sign. And that was your fault.
Oh Jane Eyre. Someone in my class presented that today as one of their favorite books. All I could think about was the dent in that wall...
Awe. I'm going to miss football games. And everyone telling me whats going on. And always looking for Ryan out there. And me freaking out when people jump on top of him. I will never get the point of football. But ice cream after makes it worth it.
D-Niz and Nicoli.
Oh Cherry Chocolate Chip. I love that stuff. Almost as much as I love you :-)
OMG MSCL! AND I LOVE THE 90'S! AND THE TRIVIA GAME! AND KICKING JESS AND COURTNEY'S ASSES!
My room is in need of a cleaning btw
David Bisbal is GOD
Mama Mia! And that canal, we are BFF. And remember Nick's soup!
And I hope that this didn't make you cry either.
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