I should have told Alex about the shirt I made that says "Oh that boy's a slag" and how I always get weird question about it, mostly people asking what a slag is. I think he would have been ~amused~
OH MY GOD that concert was SO INTENSE. But oh so fun and I met a new friend and some other people. And I got a shirt!
Ugh, I hate when soemthing is really exciting and then when I try to think about it all I see is a blur, Alex's hotness/drunken stupor/the really sweaty guy in front of me.
So my dad has an old yearbook from 1960 when he was a freshman in high school (the yearbook belongs to this guy who lives pretty close to us who was a senior at the time I think...not sure why WE have it but we're returning it soon) and after looking through it with my mom last night, I brought it to school today. I even showed it to my English
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