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so here's how cool i am:
i cut classes with my friends to wander around my school and eventually go to vicky's house in queens to "work out," or rather dance around to shakira, pretend we know how to play tennis, fall off treadmills, ogle boys and eat fried food. haha, yay.
college trip tomorrow. blah.
there's a cute boy in a few of my classes, who i've caught staring at me a few times, but im sure its just that im weird enough to be interesting to look at. or maybe he just stares at people. anywho, he's mr.cutepopularboy who EEEEVERYONE and their mother likes, and i thus have no chance with him. so, oh well.
tra la!
i cut classes with my friends to wander around my school and eventually go to vicky's house in queens to "work out," or rather dance around to shakira, pretend we know how to play tennis, fall off treadmills, ogle boys and eat fried food. haha, yay.
college trip tomorrow. blah.
there's a cute boy in a few of my classes, who i've caught staring at me a few times, but im sure its just that im weird enough to be interesting to look at. or maybe he just stares at people. anywho, he's mr.cutepopularboy who EEEEVERYONE and their mother likes, and i thus have no chance with him. so, oh well.
tra la!