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i miss st. clare. well, parts of it.
i miss being so close to everyome.
i miss playing euchre during silent reading.
i miss our one eyed teacher/baseball coach.
i miss matt and his banana suit.
i miss james and his afro.
i miss passing notes with joe and mallory.
i miss malcolm being arrogant as hell.
i miss cariele being the loudest person ever.
i miss mrs. q. and hannah.
i miss mrs. magees arms.
i miss frank and his tail.
i miss mr. b and flag football.
i dont miss uniforms.
i miss future problem solving and the half day we got to do our state booklets.
i miss our tiny ass lockers.
i miss going in at 730 for math.
i miss mrs. franzinger and her teaching us to type.
i miss candystand.
i miss mr. lechner being me and hannahs forensics coach.
i miss basketball games.
i miss the gym.
i miss everyone.
i got to see mal, mo, ange and tim (and sam) on new years.
i wish i saw them more.
i saw joe a couple days ago.
and nate too.
i want everyone together again though.
everyone can get along for a few hours...
fuck growing up.
i like new friends though.
i make friends with girls a lot easier than guys. i dont know why.
i wish some people lived closer.
i dont know why hannah is so good to me. but i love it.
i dont go back to the 9th.
i wish i didnt vreak my fucking wrist.
i want to play basketball sooo bad.
i hope i make varsity baseball.
i like small schools.
rap is fucking annoying and stupid. except sometimes.
i think i want texas to win the rose bowl now. but i'm still not sure.
i miss summer, and joe and i's pizza tree.
we need to get pizza soon.
and shoelaces...
i hate how i use myspace sooo much more than livejournal now.
i guess i just want to be told that i'm liked..through comments, etc...
but livejournal still kicks everyones ass.
the early november is like my 7th favorite band, but i have more stuff by them than any other band...by far.
i love the drive-thru records store.
i hate when people criticize themselves, especially if its not true.
of course no guys are gonna like you if you have no confdidence, so shutup.
i love everyone who actually reads this...those people mean a lot to me.
all people want is to be loved and told how good they are.
thats like...everyones goal or whatever.
i miss our friend from farmer jack and paying in pennies.
i dont like when people change just to be liked...but everyone does...including me.
hearing that melissas mom died made me really sad...even though i didmt know her and had never met her when i found out. it humbles me...
i love espn.
and the pistons.
they fucking kick ass.
i fucking hate change.
ugh.
i like my new phone and ipod.
but i feel greedy.
and like i dont deserve them.
penn states kicker sucks.
i'm better.
i have no idea where i wanna go to college or wat i want to do when i grow up.
i hate having to type with one hand.
i dont know what i'm gonna do about midterms. ahh.
i'm such a procrastinator.
its almost 3.
i dont know why i've been going to bed so late.
eh. whatever.
i loove reeses miniatures.
miniatures is spelled funny.
brad smith is sweet.
mist is sweet. hah.
fuck the cardinal.
fuck rich kids who are conceded.
fuck grosse pointe.
fuck detroit.
i'm not tired, but i'm gonna stop typing..and...go eat reeses and watch tv.
have fun at school everyone...byee.
i miss being so close to everyome.
i miss playing euchre during silent reading.
i miss our one eyed teacher/baseball coach.
i miss matt and his banana suit.
i miss james and his afro.
i miss passing notes with joe and mallory.
i miss malcolm being arrogant as hell.
i miss cariele being the loudest person ever.
i miss mrs. q. and hannah.
i miss mrs. magees arms.
i miss frank and his tail.
i miss mr. b and flag football.
i dont miss uniforms.
i miss future problem solving and the half day we got to do our state booklets.
i miss our tiny ass lockers.
i miss going in at 730 for math.
i miss mrs. franzinger and her teaching us to type.
i miss candystand.
i miss mr. lechner being me and hannahs forensics coach.
i miss basketball games.
i miss the gym.
i miss everyone.
i got to see mal, mo, ange and tim (and sam) on new years.
i wish i saw them more.
i saw joe a couple days ago.
and nate too.
i want everyone together again though.
everyone can get along for a few hours...
fuck growing up.
i like new friends though.
i make friends with girls a lot easier than guys. i dont know why.
i wish some people lived closer.
i dont know why hannah is so good to me. but i love it.
i dont go back to the 9th.
i wish i didnt vreak my fucking wrist.
i want to play basketball sooo bad.
i hope i make varsity baseball.
i like small schools.
rap is fucking annoying and stupid. except sometimes.
i think i want texas to win the rose bowl now. but i'm still not sure.
i miss summer, and joe and i's pizza tree.
we need to get pizza soon.
and shoelaces...
i hate how i use myspace sooo much more than livejournal now.
i guess i just want to be told that i'm liked..through comments, etc...
but livejournal still kicks everyones ass.
the early november is like my 7th favorite band, but i have more stuff by them than any other band...by far.
i love the drive-thru records store.
i hate when people criticize themselves, especially if its not true.
of course no guys are gonna like you if you have no confdidence, so shutup.
i love everyone who actually reads this...those people mean a lot to me.
all people want is to be loved and told how good they are.
thats like...everyones goal or whatever.
i miss our friend from farmer jack and paying in pennies.
i dont like when people change just to be liked...but everyone does...including me.
hearing that melissas mom died made me really sad...even though i didmt know her and had never met her when i found out. it humbles me...
i love espn.
and the pistons.
they fucking kick ass.
i fucking hate change.
ugh.
i like my new phone and ipod.
but i feel greedy.
and like i dont deserve them.
penn states kicker sucks.
i'm better.
i have no idea where i wanna go to college or wat i want to do when i grow up.
i hate having to type with one hand.
i dont know what i'm gonna do about midterms. ahh.
i'm such a procrastinator.
its almost 3.
i dont know why i've been going to bed so late.
eh. whatever.
i loove reeses miniatures.
miniatures is spelled funny.
brad smith is sweet.
mist is sweet. hah.
fuck the cardinal.
fuck rich kids who are conceded.
fuck grosse pointe.
fuck detroit.
i'm not tired, but i'm gonna stop typing..and...go eat reeses and watch tv.
have fun at school everyone...byee.