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or, if you prefer, omdostw.
okay...let's get this straight. I'm not in high school or anything, but it sure feels like it. The sorce of light in my life is the weekend/summer vacation. and ice cream. I like ice cream. but you can only eat ice cream in the spring and summer. *sigh* Wait-does my teacher(well, my current teacher is pretty nice actuly, but I'm talking about the past here...)TRY to make me misarable?!?
because let me tell you, that would explain a lot. mrs. McManus is EVIL, I tell you. EVIL!!!!! ok, I'm done doing that. but, she is just...creepy. it's like, "oops, this problem is wrong! how did you get that? It seems like you just guessed!! hey mabye you did! I guess I'll just have to keep you in for recess!" she was my second grade teacher. I still don't like her.
um... well, I had my first alcaholic drink a few months ago. and it would be port. It tasts rather good, actuly. but I drink it every sunday, so... anyway, I'm supposed to think it's crists blood or somthing, but it's just wine. and the bread is "crists body." It's just bread. does the prist actuly think it's crists body and blood, or is he a smart person AFTER all? I mean, he seems like a retard. and I lost one of my friends to his daugther. my friend is named lucy, and his daughter is named hannah. now in our church, the pair hannah and lucy is more greatly known than me. and people know me well, because my grandpa used to be prist. *sigh* Good times, good times. now, somtimes I think my best friend is my computer... and then selkielass comes and cheers me up... THANK YOU D'ARCY!!! her younger brother, on the other hand, paul cook... well, he's a different story.
well, I WANT MORE RAMEN!!! oh well. no more ramen. crying ... well, I still haven't done my "profomance" today... wich means I have to do it. it's become a tradition. um... what shall I do? an improved verson of somthing I already did? my, that sounds lovely...
he was a boy, she was a girl, can I make it anymore obvious? he was a punk, she did ballet, what more can I say? he wanted her, she'd never tell, that secretly she wanted him as well. all of her friends, stuck up their nose, they had a problem with his baggy clothes!! he was a sk8er boy, she said see you later boy, he wasn't good enough for her. five years from now, she sits at home, feeding the baby and she's all alone. she turns on tv, guess who she sees, it's sk8er boy rocking up mtv! she calls all her friends, they already know, and they've all got tickets to see his show!! she tags along, stands in the crowd. looking up at the man she turned down. sorry, girl but you missed out, that's what this storys 'bout. we are more than just good friends, and that's how this story ends.
 xXBisexual FlanXx · Thu Mar 15, 2007 @ 10:02pm · 0 Comments |
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