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(^Laughing so hard my sombrero falls off and I drop my taco.) CRUNCHWRAP.
So Courtney just left. The mark of a true friend: Waltzing into her house and lifting up her skirt for a pantie check. Holllaaaa.
I love Courtney, I don't see her enough. Courtney, I am writing about yooouuuu.
My spine is bruised for some reason.
Anyway, Anne Crispino the crab is dead and it's gruesome. She's out of her shell, two legs sticking right up and half buried in the sand. I don't know if Heath Ledger the crab is alive or not, but I'm going to toss them both out together. it's sort of disgusting, I am aware, but I just can not deal with a pet that isn't a mammal.
And uhm, Hunter came over last night, which was baller. My mother is deeply, passionately in love with him and my dad thinks he's the bee's knees. I enjoy this. Mrs. Borkholder and Mrs. Miller both commented on how we look like "normal boys and girls" yesterday. Pahaha Oh, Momma B. You got such a donk.
Anyway, I'm reading Kick Ass and I want to see this movie but alas, I am le poverty. I didn't eat for a while at states to save money, and I've been skipping lunch because seniors can't charge anymore. But yeah, less than 25 days of school left. One week we get to chill in the cafeteria while underclassmen take the westest and we play apples to apples or whatever. And then exams, which I am not planning on getting out of at this point because I haven't done jack shit anywhere.
And then October I begin training for the real world, because that's not what high school is, although it really should be, because why place so much emphasis on these four years if you have to have a degree from an overpriced vocational institute where you really just let the world know you can be trained in the art of changing tires, when you learn that when you get your first car?
Whatevs. Kelsey just informed me that we're meeting at Mountain View before prom and haters gon' hate. I just want an excuse to dress up like a vintage hoe and grind on mah gurlz. Ramblan ramblan ramblan post. Wooha.
The point I was trying to make is that I am a fucking genius but I'm lazy so I don't apply myself and my life is subsequently in the shitter because of it, thanks for pointing that out, Mrs. Chambers.
Collidoscope Kid: So I came real close to send you a picture of a bra.
What?
So Courtney just left. The mark of a true friend: Waltzing into her house and lifting up her skirt for a pantie check. Holllaaaa.
I love Courtney, I don't see her enough. Courtney, I am writing about yooouuuu.
My spine is bruised for some reason.
Anyway, Anne Crispino the crab is dead and it's gruesome. She's out of her shell, two legs sticking right up and half buried in the sand. I don't know if Heath Ledger the crab is alive or not, but I'm going to toss them both out together. it's sort of disgusting, I am aware, but I just can not deal with a pet that isn't a mammal.
And uhm, Hunter came over last night, which was baller. My mother is deeply, passionately in love with him and my dad thinks he's the bee's knees. I enjoy this. Mrs. Borkholder and Mrs. Miller both commented on how we look like "normal boys and girls" yesterday. Pahaha Oh, Momma B. You got such a donk.
Anyway, I'm reading Kick Ass and I want to see this movie but alas, I am le poverty. I didn't eat for a while at states to save money, and I've been skipping lunch because seniors can't charge anymore. But yeah, less than 25 days of school left. One week we get to chill in the cafeteria while underclassmen take the westest and we play apples to apples or whatever. And then exams, which I am not planning on getting out of at this point because I haven't done jack shit anywhere.
And then October I begin training for the real world, because that's not what high school is, although it really should be, because why place so much emphasis on these four years if you have to have a degree from an overpriced vocational institute where you really just let the world know you can be trained in the art of changing tires, when you learn that when you get your first car?
Whatevs. Kelsey just informed me that we're meeting at Mountain View before prom and haters gon' hate. I just want an excuse to dress up like a vintage hoe and grind on mah gurlz. Ramblan ramblan ramblan post. Wooha.
The point I was trying to make is that I am a fucking genius but I'm lazy so I don't apply myself and my life is subsequently in the shitter because of it, thanks for pointing that out, Mrs. Chambers.
Collidoscope Kid: So I came real close to send you a picture of a bra.
What?