I got on thinking I had all this stuff to write but really I don't. Or not that I can actually say...lets see how vague I can make things..I'm tired of thinking about it every freaking night. Why do things happen that are meaningless and yet so meaningful at the same time? From one view point, nothing but harmless going ons, from another, happiness beyond belief. Something most would shrug off but one would explode and implode simutaneously from the tiniest little gestures. Not being able to live in the moment because its neccessary to concentrate on memorizing every and all things pertaining to it. Neccessary because it postpones frustration. Holding on to, squeezing, adding on to everything. I want it to stop or something to happen. I'm sick of this...but no I'm not. I don't want everything to come to an end, I'd rather have the tiniest fragment than nothing. Still though...
Yes, yes. All quite true. Last week I enjoyed a nice repreive from school for around four days of supposed illness. And this weekend is Morgans birthday and of course we're going to see a ballet and to eat at Benihanas. That's not spelled correctly. Hopefully I won't make an idiot out of myself like I normally tend to when Morgan's grandparents are around, but all bets are on yes, I will. Anyways, now I've got to catch up on all my finals and lame two-year-old esque projects such as a "colonial newspaper." These assignments are an insult, really. It's 1:54 and not only do I have nothing to write but my eyes hurt from looking at the computer screen for so long.
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I'm a genius, I totally found you.
Just get me That's 70'S Show on divede (that's DVD, said divede, I don't know if you caught on) and Annie and Aj won't hate you, probably. =]
Also I lost that star poem and I'm thinking, Calcaneo will probably kick me out of her class, becaue, well, I'm a pretty much the epitome (yes I did have to look that up on Merriam Webster) of laziness, but who can blame me? I can't. Cokes and television sound fine to me, I wish I had a few open absent days left, but really I don't, and I've dug my own hole on that one. Maybe next semester we should just both skip on a friday, and we can come over here and do whatever all day, I'll look into it. Sounds good.
Pssh you guys are pathetic.
Jeese loosing the star poem morgan? come on now i had that thing the first day it was due. AS for the sick days left i haveee like 900 because unlike both of you i am forced to go to school everyday.
I dont get to sit home and drink coke and watch the history channel, i just go to school come home and sleep.
im so much better than both of you
your not gonna make a fool of yourself :]
using big words dear morgan ;B just like you I assume, Mrs. Calcaneo is mean, well I never had her as a teacher but she gives off that mean vibe :B
YOU GUYS NEED TO HANG OUT WITH OUR GANG NEXT YEAR
specially you Zoe, your an honorary 9th grader >:B and won't be a stupid freshman next year because of that :B
BTW DIS BE COLE UNLESS YOU DON'T KNOWS
Way to make me feel wanted. =[
Morgan you are more wanted than anyone I know. I LOVE YOU. alot.
That's the way to say it, stupid Cole. =]
well I didn't want to upset zoe by saying your more wanted ;]
you all be lying you know that im the most wanted, morgan loves me and so does zoe, pssh i cant keep the ladies off me, You aint got nothing on me.
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