if licking stamps and envelopes aren't good enough then all you'll have are credit card companies
it feels weird having people stay over at your house...for more than just one night. people that use to know me when I was 4-9 years old...and then this gap called moving to the texas came to play. I think we're only on the second strike. they're really nice. my mom's happy. so I guess that's good. they talk bout the latest recipes, their kids, I've been listening dinner table conversations lately. and it's not the first time. I've come to the conclusion. chinese adults can only make conversations if the conversors are clever and they can insert a pun every five seconds.
I'm sorry if the brown is hard to read. but hey all the colors match...so...well. I'm sorry. oh my goodness. the notwist. is so good they're amazingly. *dies three times* good.
I think I need to return the about a boy soundtrack karen lent me and abbey's mix cd...
I hope everyone's life is going at least not too awful. which isn't much. but oh well. friday is report card day. I know I failed chemistry. I just know. and it would be even nice to pull off a B in french. since that passe compose test bombed...like some hollywood movie. I hope newspaper goes alright. I really hope people aren't mad at me. and aren't mad at each other. we're supposed to be awesome. and we are. it's just no one's gotten past the aw.
so farewell. thursday. is. violin. sectionals. I don't think I like mr. markuson. he's mad at me. for not wanting to go to corpus christi. seattle will be inside jokes and non-toxic smiles.