ligers are pretty much my favorite animals...
i need someone to laugh with right now...i have like 800 funny stories just from today. so if youre interested...just let me know.
i got up late. i couldnt find my cell phone or my makeup bag, and when i came downstairs to look more, i still couldnt find either one. i talked to my dad about barbara (the sport trac). i told him i needed a more fuel-efficient car because, well, barbara eats up all my money. and i am REALLY tired of it. really really tired. and poor. he said he'd think about trading her in, but that thought alone made me sad. i dont know if i can bring myself to like another car more than barbara, but i shall try. because, well, barbara eats up all my money. and i am REALLY tired of it.
dear collins hill parents,
next time you drop your kid off in the upper lot within 3 minutes of the bell, do not stop to let 800 people pass in front of you. we all know you have no where to be, but the well-being of my parking permit depends on the aggressiveness of your driving.
thanks,
lauren
(ps...do not flick me off when i lay on my horn to get you to go faster. its a last resort. take the hint.)
mrs howard read us a book about sex today. there were lots of pictures of fat cartoons in it that looked surprisingly like the family guy...which of course ruined every bit of seriousness left in the classroom...
and then coach weaver sent out a note to the captains in which she left out one key word. it read, "will you please (meet) me in my trailer this afternoon right after school? i promise itll only take 5 minutes." just take out the word in parentheses and youll see why i laughed my ass off.
okay, i cant write anymore. that is all.
...and im just not that scared of you.
i got up late. i couldnt find my cell phone or my makeup bag, and when i came downstairs to look more, i still couldnt find either one. i talked to my dad about barbara (the sport trac). i told him i needed a more fuel-efficient car because, well, barbara eats up all my money. and i am REALLY tired of it. really really tired. and poor. he said he'd think about trading her in, but that thought alone made me sad. i dont know if i can bring myself to like another car more than barbara, but i shall try. because, well, barbara eats up all my money. and i am REALLY tired of it.
dear collins hill parents,
next time you drop your kid off in the upper lot within 3 minutes of the bell, do not stop to let 800 people pass in front of you. we all know you have no where to be, but the well-being of my parking permit depends on the aggressiveness of your driving.
thanks,
lauren
(ps...do not flick me off when i lay on my horn to get you to go faster. its a last resort. take the hint.)
mrs howard read us a book about sex today. there were lots of pictures of fat cartoons in it that looked surprisingly like the family guy...which of course ruined every bit of seriousness left in the classroom...
and then coach weaver sent out a note to the captains in which she left out one key word. it read, "will you please (meet) me in my trailer this afternoon right after school? i promise itll only take 5 minutes." just take out the word in parentheses and youll see why i laughed my ass off.
okay, i cant write anymore. that is all.
...and im just not that scared of you.