You say as I walk out your door
School has been a drag, lectures could almost induce a hundred years of sleep into you omg and all the late nights dedicated to literature writing. But thankfully, the company I'm getting in school has been brighter than sunshine. Stinkbomb bra's ultra retarded, especially when she announced she's giving up food podcasts and baking (I cannot believe my ears) for lent. And today she still brought nature's valley for me even though she distinctly texted back NO. Then there's poot who's crazily fasting, self-banned from chocolates (??) and seriously can't stop being a pon-star he. Haha these little things can rly make your day I say. The trillion megawatt smiles you get along the corridors every day are brilliant stuff too. And you know you can always count on blueberry morning to warm your heart :) Hands down, the best part of bus rides is definitely listening to 'marianas trench - cross my heart'. Trust me it will keep your head bobbing.
Amazing how it's march already. I can hardly fathom the rate at which JC life rolls you along. All the college/career-shiz screaming in your face makes you already hate what's to come after studying comes to an end. And I've been too busy wasting my days pulling my hair out over the monstrous CTs that I haven't quite settled down into mug-mode. Aagh, the sheer stress from the few four days left to disaster wk just makes my insides twist so hard. At least there's VOG, floorball & house camps to look toward...or not. But lots and lots of birthdays are coming up and they are such elephantastic happy days! Speaking of which, Celeste Lee's birthday was just the day before yst, so happy nutella nineteenth again sister :) Miss you, all the seniors and ij netball- gah rly I do. Also, althea turned electric eighteen last saturday. Happy belay to the best og head ever ever ever! Dang I hope melsa's cut heals quickly with my cool junior plaster and to all who are ill, get well soon. (*) I'm dying to meet the girls with the cool-people-tees, I miss them vvv much.
Evon Limmm I totally miss the private lit tutoring and our little chit-chats. Plus, it's just all weird without your high-pitched noises wrecking the silence. 1.5 weeks down, 17 more to go. Holey moley do you know how long that is? And update your blog already :) Stop shopping so much and hurry home sissypoo, or so help me god I'll fly over and drag you kicking and screaming back!
Sometimes all you want is for the past to resurface.
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Two ooo-glay people > : )
Neat, 84 positions up for cross ahahaha
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