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:: 2005 17 January :: 10.24 am
:: Mood: pissed off
:: Music: some more rockin' oldies

DON'T TEXT ME, DAMNIT. FORGET I SAID THAT. I'VE HAD MY CELLPHONE BACK FOR TWO DAYS AND I'VE USED 75/100 MESSAGES ALREADY! ARGGGGGGGH!




and i have...what? about a whole month to go??? BAH!

rise to the occasion, yeah


:: 2005 17 January :: 10.16 am
:: Mood: drained
:: Music: some rockin' oldies

yay. jessy is here. (: haven't seen her for a while. around noon my grandma - yes annette, the CRAZY one - is taking us to lunch. woop dee doooooo.






damnit. i went to bed last night at 11. it sucked. lol. and i felt really bad for jessy. ): well i kept waking up every 15 minutes. blegh. so anyhoo, around 5 am, i heard this super big crash. i was just like: "FUCK!" and i didn't even know what it was, lol! anywayyyyyys...so that happened...yeah...and now i'm on here...well, gotta go get ready for my crazy grandma to come and pick us up. LOLZZZZZZZ. i like adding a z. yeah i do. (; i feel HIIIIIIIGH whooohooo...and if ya missed it, i got my cellie baaaack...so call/text if you're my friend and you know my number. <3 tehe. i'll be at the mall. whooo.



<3 y'alllzzzzzz (:

rise to the occasion, yeah


:: 2005 16 January :: 1.32 pm
:: Mood: awake
:: Music: linkin park-somewhere i belong

now what? ummm...omg...the wrestling match!! ahhhhhh!




it was funny...umm...annette and i went out into the cafeteria and i got a water...so we were just sitting there at a table across from this table that a whole bunch of kids from williamsport were sitting at. i only knew drew williams...who is a loser, lol. soooo...we were sitting there, and next thing i know, just as i lay back in my seat, the janitor comes by with this HUGE moving dumpster filled with trash bags! well, he got caught on a lego and so the thing must've jolted...and so, a trash bag was falling torwards my head. right at that very second, i was like: "is there a trash bag about to hit my head?" and i had no idea there WAS, especially since annette wouldn't tell me, she was too busy cracking up. well, the janitor caught it and went off on his taking-out-the-trash duties. well...annette and i were cracking up, and the boys at the other table saw the whole thing and they were all laughing. so, this one, reaaaaaally ugly kid in a yellow shirt got up and walked over to the lunch line ((they were serving dinner there...HAHA)) and his buds came over and were like: "hey, you see that kid in the yellow shirt over there?" and they all pointed...then the one boy started talking again, lol...: "well, he wants your numbers!"


annette and i started laughing so hard...omg it was so funny! we didn't know what to say...so finally, i was like: "sorry, we have boyfriends..." ...and then i grabbed annette and we went to the bathroom and just DIED of laughter! then she insisted on going back...i was like: "why? you're like, obsessed!" and she was like: "it's just that i've never had anyone like me before!" i was grossed out but ANYWAYS...



...so we went back to watch the wrestling for about 10 minutes and then annette went to go get some candy, and i went with her...and the whole time we were in line, the guys were still sitting at the table checking us out...so finally i grabbed annette and told her i wanted to go back, so she got her butterfinger and we started walking back...on the way, those boys were blowing kissy faces at us! i started laughing so hard and kept walking - and by the time i got to the glass/see-through window beside the school store, i looked through and they were STILL looking at us. i was like: "haha!" and then we went in and stood at the doors to watch them wrestle...



...sooooo...then my mom came and we left, and then we went ice skating...now, listen up...my fingers are KILLING me, so i'm going to get off of here. but now i'm caught up! i just have to tell you about ice skating and thaaaaaaaaat's it! yay! go me, go me, GO ME! lol!



<3 y'allllllllllllllllz

rise to the occasion, yeah

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