I have five roommates, but it's very lonely at the moment without my best friend here talking to me about how scary Pinocchio is.
I wanted to write a long journal but I don't have it in me. I start class tomorrow though and there is one thing I'm looking forward to: I always do my best writing in math class. I have a statistics tomorrow so I'm sure that will suffice. Maybe I'll churn out something as awesome as "An Ode to Calculus Teachers" like I did last year.









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You dance like a carton of milk... And your friend dances like a single slice of American Cheese.
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"I'm John Dillinger, I rob banks. I like baseball, movies, good clothes, fast cars... and you. What else you need to know?"
I'm not even kidding, for about ten minutes I was staring at my messages thinking "Now I know I've seen that name somewhere!" x3
I'm so slow. Lololol. Snazzy shots, btw.
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You're a parasitic psycho; filthy creature
finger-bangin' my heart.
Mrs. Ayers can rot in a pit of maggots for all I care. P:
As always.
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You're a parasitic psycho; filthy creature
finger-bangin' my heart.
One day, he was in the cafeteria singing the clean up song wrong and I said:
"NO. THAT'S NOT HOW IT GOES."
And then I sang it the right way.
Totally owned.
P:
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You're a parasitic psycho; filthy creature
finger-bangin' my heart.
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