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I am back and lots of things like that. I feel sadly that I did not say goodbye to the CCY kids. Bitches. I forgot that they were, like.. leaving.
Graduation was graduation. Speeches and speeches and names and our very own Mrs. Britton spitting into the microphone about the Class of Two-Hundred-And-Five.. I Mean TwoThousandFive. Bitch. I did like Brie's last attempt at a moment of hilarity, though, that consisted of tripping all over herself on her way across the stage before she Grows Up and leaves us.
Freshmen fucked things up as far as performing goes, of course. Was to be expected, correct? By the third time I turned around and yelled past Julianne for them to ShutTheFuckUp! Momentary pause. Is She Talking To Us? Seven measures respite.
Afterwards called for a rousing game of SBXDX. (Joey won. Score at present: 5:6:0) I dallied. I did not want to go back to my car, as I had parked behind the Post Office. I generally always park there to go to visit Lauren and/or Mairin, the Library, or any number of places on that side of the street. But there are these two skeevy guys who work at Cafe Allegre. They are always on break, somehow. I had worn my promdress, which you all know was cotton, casual, $24 and, if I do say, rather accentuates my.. Better Parts. Both were on break when I arrived. They generally make me only mildly uncomfortable; Cue whistle, chin jerk, shake ass, walk, rinse, repeat. But I was nervous to go back when graduation was all done. They are so skeevy! I told BrianFinelli about it, simply because my Better Parts were fighting their way out of my dress and into the conversation. He immediately offered me a ride to my car (which sounds absurd but really isn't, because my car was rather far away if you think about it). Joey came over and reassured me that it was no problem.. it was, after all, Joey's car that would be driving me and my Better Parts. We piled in - me, Lauren and Joey in the front with BrianFinelli, Danielle and BrianHarding in the back.
I may take this moment to interject that I have no problem whatsoever with either BrianDanielle or JoeyLauren. I think they are splendid.
Upon reaching my car, I pointed out the skeevy Cafe Allegre guys (who were, ironically, on break at the time) and invited everyone over to my car for cheezits.
I am quite serious.
Graduation was graduation. Speeches and speeches and names and our very own Mrs. Britton spitting into the microphone about the Class of Two-Hundred-And-Five.. I Mean TwoThousandFive. Bitch. I did like Brie's last attempt at a moment of hilarity, though, that consisted of tripping all over herself on her way across the stage before she Grows Up and leaves us.
Freshmen fucked things up as far as performing goes, of course. Was to be expected, correct? By the third time I turned around and yelled past Julianne for them to ShutTheFuckUp! Momentary pause. Is She Talking To Us? Seven measures respite.
Afterwards called for a rousing game of SBXDX. (Joey won. Score at present: 5:6:0) I dallied. I did not want to go back to my car, as I had parked behind the Post Office. I generally always park there to go to visit Lauren and/or Mairin, the Library, or any number of places on that side of the street. But there are these two skeevy guys who work at Cafe Allegre. They are always on break, somehow. I had worn my promdress, which you all know was cotton, casual, $24 and, if I do say, rather accentuates my.. Better Parts. Both were on break when I arrived. They generally make me only mildly uncomfortable; Cue whistle, chin jerk, shake ass, walk, rinse, repeat. But I was nervous to go back when graduation was all done. They are so skeevy! I told BrianFinelli about it, simply because my Better Parts were fighting their way out of my dress and into the conversation. He immediately offered me a ride to my car (which sounds absurd but really isn't, because my car was rather far away if you think about it). Joey came over and reassured me that it was no problem.. it was, after all, Joey's car that would be driving me and my Better Parts. We piled in - me, Lauren and Joey in the front with BrianFinelli, Danielle and BrianHarding in the back.
I may take this moment to interject that I have no problem whatsoever with either BrianDanielle or JoeyLauren. I think they are splendid.
Upon reaching my car, I pointed out the skeevy Cafe Allegre guys (who were, ironically, on break at the time) and invited everyone over to my car for cheezits.
I am quite serious.