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For all of you RISD kids that never actually thought that I would wear the dress out in public....
The number one reason why I love Halloween is not because of candy, although it's close. I love that you get to dress up like a slut, and no one even cares. Way to be awesome, October 31st.
Homecoming's tomorrow night. I'm thinking of wearing my "hucci" dress again... either that or my polka dotted one. I'll bring them both to Jessie's, and you guys can narrow it down for me.
Jessie- if I forget to thank you later, thanks for talking me into going. For the first time ever I'm excited about a dance. Thanks for making me go.
Of course... if I have a miserable time, it's ALL YOUR FAULT.
Just kidding.
Um. I have nothing else to say. I'm going to keep talking, though.
Some people just talk and talk, and they never actually say anything. And I sit. And I listen. And I wait for them to actually say something, but no. They just keep on talking.
I liked that.
Abortion is mean, but very keen.
I'm so fucking glad that I don't have to take SATs tomorrow.
Floyd eats gas.
If Mr. Perry was a car, he would be Floyd.
Or a hippo.
My favorite part was how this entry actually started off having a point.
For all of you that want to know... this is what my brain is like. There are so many ideas, but they're way too damn unorganized.
You are so money.
The number one reason why I love Halloween is not because of candy, although it's close. I love that you get to dress up like a slut, and no one even cares. Way to be awesome, October 31st.
Homecoming's tomorrow night. I'm thinking of wearing my "hucci" dress again... either that or my polka dotted one. I'll bring them both to Jessie's, and you guys can narrow it down for me.
Jessie- if I forget to thank you later, thanks for talking me into going. For the first time ever I'm excited about a dance. Thanks for making me go.
Of course... if I have a miserable time, it's ALL YOUR FAULT.
Just kidding.
Um. I have nothing else to say. I'm going to keep talking, though.
Some people just talk and talk, and they never actually say anything. And I sit. And I listen. And I wait for them to actually say something, but no. They just keep on talking.
I liked that.
Abortion is mean, but very keen.
I'm so fucking glad that I don't have to take SATs tomorrow.
Floyd eats gas.
If Mr. Perry was a car, he would be Floyd.
Or a hippo.
My favorite part was how this entry actually started off having a point.
For all of you that want to know... this is what my brain is like. There are so many ideas, but they're way too damn unorganized.
You are so money.