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This summer has been pretty rockin. Hung out with friends, took a family vacation, and took a couple of classes (Which almost ruined it, lolz).
One thing, though. I'm scared of lizzards. Don't know why, we just don't get along. Why? They like my bathroom. And bedroom. And its not fun trying to get one out of your bathtub at 3 in the morning. Except you're scared, so your heart rate goes up, and you become wide awake.
non fun true story.
later, i'll post pics of fun summer.
:)