Shakey, shakey... shakey... FEEL GOOD.
Don’t stop GET IT GET IT!
It’s one o’clock! My stupid job shadow dealio got post-poned, so I’m waiting for Johnsony-poo to get outta school. Hopefully he can drive me to work and pick me up, cuz, um, I’M SO OUT OF GAS. 15 more days! That’s only THREE MORE WEEKS of HIGH SCHOOL! Holy crap! I can’t even believe it. Mikey and I had this conversation today on the way to the “plant” about graduating. All of the other seniors that we have ever had to look up to seemed so much... bigger. Everyone seemed more “grown-up” when they graduated, even Hillary. Michael and I came up with two optional conclusions: either our class is just REALLY SUPER IMMATURE, or it’s because they’re older than us, and so we always look up to them and think that they are more “grown-up”. Whatever the reason, I have started to realize that the closer we get to graduation, I start to get a little bit nervous. My friends are leaving me, and I’m only gonna be able to depend on MYSELF for now on. I’m not used to that.... alright... maybe I might miss Milford High School... a TINY BIT.
Yelle asked me to go to Toledo with her this Saturday for the night. It would be good fun, and I already told her I would... the only problem is MONEY. That and I’ll hafta post-pone with Jenny and I think Heather and I were sposed to go shopping this Saturday.
I personally feel that Under Pressure should be our class song. How awesome would that be?
Alright, I’m leavin’! PEAS OUT!
Yea, MY SPACE, eh?
It’s one o’clock! My stupid job shadow dealio got post-poned, so I’m waiting for Johnsony-poo to get outta school. Hopefully he can drive me to work and pick me up, cuz, um, I’M SO OUT OF GAS. 15 more days! That’s only THREE MORE WEEKS of HIGH SCHOOL! Holy crap! I can’t even believe it. Mikey and I had this conversation today on the way to the “plant” about graduating. All of the other seniors that we have ever had to look up to seemed so much... bigger. Everyone seemed more “grown-up” when they graduated, even Hillary. Michael and I came up with two optional conclusions: either our class is just REALLY SUPER IMMATURE, or it’s because they’re older than us, and so we always look up to them and think that they are more “grown-up”. Whatever the reason, I have started to realize that the closer we get to graduation, I start to get a little bit nervous. My friends are leaving me, and I’m only gonna be able to depend on MYSELF for now on. I’m not used to that.... alright... maybe I might miss Milford High School... a TINY BIT.
Yelle asked me to go to Toledo with her this Saturday for the night. It would be good fun, and I already told her I would... the only problem is MONEY. That and I’ll hafta post-pone with Jenny and I think Heather and I were sposed to go shopping this Saturday.
I personally feel that Under Pressure should be our class song. How awesome would that be?
Alright, I’m leavin’! PEAS OUT!
Yea, MY SPACE, eh?