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guys night, guys night, no girls allowed. there need to be more girls in the group.. but then again, no. i don't so much like hanging out with girls. i'm good with the ones i have.
i just recently re-found the letter my sixth grade teacher sent me at graduation. it was a letter i'd written to myself when i was still in middle school. it's the sweetest, most naive and silly little letter i think i've ever read. i need to mail back that teacher, and thank her for holding on to those, and tell her how much i really did appreciate her. she fed my hunger for reading and kind of spurred it for writing. but it sucks, you know? i was a straight A student, the kind of kid that the teacher notices and talks to about how the world is yours for the taking, and i'm basically just sitting around, working a dead-end job that i can't wait to quit, without any concrete plans to go back to college, even though it's what i want. blah.
and i still say i could marry chad perrone tomorrow and live a happy life.
i just recently re-found the letter my sixth grade teacher sent me at graduation. it was a letter i'd written to myself when i was still in middle school. it's the sweetest, most naive and silly little letter i think i've ever read. i need to mail back that teacher, and thank her for holding on to those, and tell her how much i really did appreciate her. she fed my hunger for reading and kind of spurred it for writing. but it sucks, you know? i was a straight A student, the kind of kid that the teacher notices and talks to about how the world is yours for the taking, and i'm basically just sitting around, working a dead-end job that i can't wait to quit, without any concrete plans to go back to college, even though it's what i want. blah.
and i still say i could marry chad perrone tomorrow and live a happy life.