So who really cares?
So yeah...I wanted to update this, since some people -coughayacough- don't like xanga. And someday Im gonna show my kids (or grandkids) all my journals, so I think I'm gonna just write some memories or something in here. This is mostly for me...so I don't forget.
Lately, memories have been returning to me. Some good, some bad...
There was one time, when I rode bus 89. Miss Faye took a break or something, and a bunch of substitutes took over. One of them was a really cute blonde guy. Well, for show and tell one day, I brought in a really cool horse. And he actually stopped and talked to me about it, and he was really nice...
On another note...he disappeared not too long after that...the next bus driver, she pulled us over one day when we were being trouble and was like, "I need this job! They had to fire the last guy, and I don't want to end up like him!" Me and stephanie felt really bad about that....ah well. ^^* It wasn't our fault...still, he was cool.
I think I'm gonna use my livejournal mostly for like, college stuff. So yeah...much love!
Lately, memories have been returning to me. Some good, some bad...
There was one time, when I rode bus 89. Miss Faye took a break or something, and a bunch of substitutes took over. One of them was a really cute blonde guy. Well, for show and tell one day, I brought in a really cool horse. And he actually stopped and talked to me about it, and he was really nice...
On another note...he disappeared not too long after that...the next bus driver, she pulled us over one day when we were being trouble and was like, "I need this job! They had to fire the last guy, and I don't want to end up like him!" Me and stephanie felt really bad about that....ah well. ^^* It wasn't our fault...still, he was cool.
I think I'm gonna use my livejournal mostly for like, college stuff. So yeah...much love!