another half day, fuck yeah!
afterschool, we just chilled at anthony's house, watching reservoir dogs. rj owns the dvd with mr. pink on the cover. we were all getting heavy-eyed and drowsy. at first, it was just roger, anthony, amy, and i, but then a bunch of fuckers tore in and interrupted our sleep. mitchell gangwish, ben antrobus, james saito, kyle yugitafa, yenvy pham, and james mcveigh all barged in out of nowhere.
i write people's full names when they're just acquaintances. however, mitchell is an exception, because i've heard it all from that fucker.
i think gabriel and ruslan were there at one point, perhaps before the reckless brigade came in, and gabe was demanding his camera back. i still have it though. teehee.
amy doesn't want me playing yu-gi-oh cards. that still won't change the fact that i'll be a 23 year old anti-socialite who attends comic book and star trek conventions!
linda, minh, and perhaps some other people who i've forgotten to mention joined us shortly, and there was massive trampolining ensuing. james saito did flips and stuff. james mcveigh broke his bottle of cologne on the trampoline, and glass shards were all over the mat.
he probably stinks just as bad, with that shit on.
at 1:40, we all went back to the school to get on the bus for the cross country league meet at evergreen. at that point, i decided that i wouldn't run, and that i'd just tell winmill that i left my running shoes in his room, which i did.
scott mcdowell was at the meet, throwing a frisbee around with everyone. micah bartlett wrestled some guy from hazen, and he rolled into some dog crap.
IT WAS COLD. luckily, i had a warm body near me to keep my hands from getting frost-bitten, and breaking off.
WARMMM!!! she was.
people can look and stare and laugh all they want. quite frankly, there is nothing i need or want to say to people about it all. i have morals. she has morals. we're both moral-having people. this all locks in the fact that i don't care what other people think. i look like i'm getting played, do i? looks can be decieving, and i'm not the one being decieved.
i have a good sense of who i am, and what i want. can any of you fucks, who point and cackle, make the same claim?
yes, i thought i loved everyone in the world, but it turns out i'm only looking out for numero uno.
i may sound like a bitch right now, but i'm being real here, YOU PHONIES.
afterschool, we just chilled at anthony's house, watching reservoir dogs. rj owns the dvd with mr. pink on the cover. we were all getting heavy-eyed and drowsy. at first, it was just roger, anthony, amy, and i, but then a bunch of fuckers tore in and interrupted our sleep. mitchell gangwish, ben antrobus, james saito, kyle yugitafa, yenvy pham, and james mcveigh all barged in out of nowhere.
i write people's full names when they're just acquaintances. however, mitchell is an exception, because i've heard it all from that fucker.
i think gabriel and ruslan were there at one point, perhaps before the reckless brigade came in, and gabe was demanding his camera back. i still have it though. teehee.
amy doesn't want me playing yu-gi-oh cards. that still won't change the fact that i'll be a 23 year old anti-socialite who attends comic book and star trek conventions!
linda, minh, and perhaps some other people who i've forgotten to mention joined us shortly, and there was massive trampolining ensuing. james saito did flips and stuff. james mcveigh broke his bottle of cologne on the trampoline, and glass shards were all over the mat.
he probably stinks just as bad, with that shit on.
at 1:40, we all went back to the school to get on the bus for the cross country league meet at evergreen. at that point, i decided that i wouldn't run, and that i'd just tell winmill that i left my running shoes in his room, which i did.
scott mcdowell was at the meet, throwing a frisbee around with everyone. micah bartlett wrestled some guy from hazen, and he rolled into some dog crap.
IT WAS COLD. luckily, i had a warm body near me to keep my hands from getting frost-bitten, and breaking off.
WARMMM!!! she was.
people can look and stare and laugh all they want. quite frankly, there is nothing i need or want to say to people about it all. i have morals. she has morals. we're both moral-having people. this all locks in the fact that i don't care what other people think. i look like i'm getting played, do i? looks can be decieving, and i'm not the one being decieved.
i have a good sense of who i am, and what i want. can any of you fucks, who point and cackle, make the same claim?
yes, i thought i loved everyone in the world, but it turns out i'm only looking out for numero uno.
i may sound like a bitch right now, but i'm being real here, YOU PHONIES.
posted by Jocagu at 10/24/2002 07:47:00 PM
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