You think this storys over but its ready to begin

Oct 03, 2004 12:04

Well heres a little story I gots to tell about this bad brotha yuh know so well, it started way back in history with Kyle, Ally, and me (OP)

Anyways now that im done being retarded. Hows life? Its ok... We had homecoming last night, and I had fun, so thats good. Danced with a couple chicas. Which is always nice. We also had a contest yesterday.. We got 5th so the middle rank, it was good I suppose.. I dont know how well we will do next week though, meh who cares. Anyways I want to sit on the bust by my self from now on. How attainable that is I have no idea. But Im tired of sitting against the window so the person sitting next to me can have their back turned to me the whole time because they're talking to someone else. Its Fucking annoying. I meen Melanie sits next to me... wel Lisa sits in the other seat with Hixson, so basicly they both be gay and turn they're back on the people they are sitting next to. If your gonna sit next to me, than talk to me dont be gay like that. And then Nick (throws up) sits next to me on the way home last night, and who else other than ally is across from us. I thought Id get a chance to talk to her for once in my damn life, but F that cus of the stupid kid who we have to talk to. So I get to sit there and listen to them flirt the entire time... ANNOYING AS HELL... cool it down yo.. anyways hehe she got a new bf though so yay... Im still single BOOOOO. Yea.. Owen needs a girl... yet there are none really, because all of them have somthing that stops it. Whether they are already taken... or they just like you that way... or some crap like that. There is always somthin(always somthin there to remind me...)

But the dance was cool, had fun. Competition was ok, had some fun. Then there is today, sung at church on a mic, which was cool. Project todo, living off 5 hours asleep not so good. But I guess Ill live, that or Ill have a psychotic episode. One of the two. Meh anyways later droogies.
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