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falling for people happens in many ways. sometimes slowly and thats cool.
the last day of school was a couple of days ago. that was sad. some people, i am glad that i'll never see again. its easier to heal poison if you don't keep pouring it on the wound, that kind of thing.
i went to spanish and then went with csquared to duncan to pick up his car. that was funilicious. then we came back and i barbecued. which didnt work because teh stake was teh frozen solid. c'est la vie. there was consumption of a smirnoff cooler and listening to big & rich in a fucking fast car on the way back. this, we count as a bonus.
midway through teh barbecue, after i had abandoned steak, BP and i went for a smoke. not wearing shoes. while we were sitting on the bench getting tasty tasty lung cancer, we struck up a conversation with a very strange european man who was collecting shells and leaves and bits of whatnot. always an adventure.
and then, just like that, there was no more grade eleven. no more. like grade ten and the TG was so long ago, but i liked it the best. a year ago. now here i am, reminiscing. however, next year will be a blast.
i just have to prove that i'm responsible. because next year, i will need it to kick some serious ass. so long as the impetus doesn't fade.
the last day of school was a couple of days ago. that was sad. some people, i am glad that i'll never see again. its easier to heal poison if you don't keep pouring it on the wound, that kind of thing.
i went to spanish and then went with csquared to duncan to pick up his car. that was funilicious. then we came back and i barbecued. which didnt work because teh stake was teh frozen solid. c'est la vie. there was consumption of a smirnoff cooler and listening to big & rich in a fucking fast car on the way back. this, we count as a bonus.
midway through teh barbecue, after i had abandoned steak, BP and i went for a smoke. not wearing shoes. while we were sitting on the bench getting tasty tasty lung cancer, we struck up a conversation with a very strange european man who was collecting shells and leaves and bits of whatnot. always an adventure.
and then, just like that, there was no more grade eleven. no more. like grade ten and the TG was so long ago, but i liked it the best. a year ago. now here i am, reminiscing. however, next year will be a blast.
i just have to prove that i'm responsible. because next year, i will need it to kick some serious ass. so long as the impetus doesn't fade.