These Memories Are Playing Like A Film Without Sound
okay, maybe i'm being a bit too sentimental here but i miss last year so much. i had to go back to adam's today to arrange crap for my science fair and went to visit teachers along the way. well, more like teacher because mrs. robertson had a meeting and told us to go away (in the nicest way possible of course). it was sad becuase mr. robbins and mr. lang were gone but their rooms were still there. amalia and i had quite the stroll down memory lane. too bad we're about ten feet taller than everyone else in that school or else maybe we would have gone back for good. no i don't want to think about the shit hole where i go to school now.
on a lighter note...
~sara has become a weird stalkerish pop-up-everywhere-when-you-least-expect-it person
~uhhh...hello! alex trowbridge and christian skorik are still alive and o so good looking, thank god for small miracles
~we spent two periods of science rollerblading
~bertha has written me another letter, bertha is my obese, butt chinned, drug dealing, peg leg having, skanky ho of a friend...er sort of
~i realize that i cannot live without Halloween candy...i ate my last piece today
~tree lighting tonight...hot cider memories or jingle bells and luminaroes, gotta love guilford
~my uncle has a 4 tickets the the golden globes after party (or the grammy's or something like that, who cares there will be a cahnce of jude law being there. and yes, i live in a world where jude law would most defineteley marry me) and i'm trying to weasel him in to giving me one
and now for a little shavassanah/nap
on a lighter note...
~sara has become a weird stalkerish pop-up-everywhere-when-you-least-expect-it person
~uhhh...hello! alex trowbridge and christian skorik are still alive and o so good looking, thank god for small miracles
~we spent two periods of science rollerblading
~bertha has written me another letter, bertha is my obese, butt chinned, drug dealing, peg leg having, skanky ho of a friend...er sort of
~i realize that i cannot live without Halloween candy...i ate my last piece today
~tree lighting tonight...hot cider memories or jingle bells and luminaroes, gotta love guilford
~my uncle has a 4 tickets the the golden globes after party (or the grammy's or something like that, who cares there will be a cahnce of jude law being there. and yes, i live in a world where jude law would most defineteley marry me) and i'm trying to weasel him in to giving me one
and now for a little shavassanah/nap