I. Hate. French.
And I love how Sydney's right here next to us and somehow, miraculously, not getting in massive amounts of trouble by Mrs. C...And Fiona asked if I smell...
Honestly, I have no idea how I met them and why they're so insane, but I love them nonetheless! Fiona knows where I live so she threatened me. I have to admit, it's a bit awkward having them read my thoughts as I type it. They're commenting on everything I write! Pyschos!
If I hear "Imagine" on piano ONE MORE TIME, I swear whoever was playing that is so going to get it. Guarunteed it's Kat. She's persuaded Mr. S to let only her into the piano rooms after they were shut down for two girls caught drinking in them. I miss Kiwi and Ashley, but I think she should have had better judgement.
I saw Mike this morning, a friend from a couple years ago who goes to school not far from mine. He ran across the street to catch up with me (I had my headphones on. I think I was listening to Blue October, but I could be wrong) and tapped me on the shoulder. What I couldn't believe was that when I turned to see who touched me, I saw Mike with band-aids covering parts of his face and two pieces of gauze wrapped around his wrists. "What the hell happened to you!" I yelled on the busy boulevard corner. He laughed and said, "Don't ask, don't tell." "I can tell anyone anything if I don't know what happened!" "Well, let's just say the chemistry between guys in an all boys' school isn't always great." He always wants to fight someone to try and prove he's tough. I'm one of the few people who really know him. He's not tough enough to get into, let alone win, a fight. It upset me, though. He was my friend, but he's an IDIOT at times.
"I'll see you around," Mike said then hugged me. He admitted he loved me a few times over the course of the years I've known him. Let's just say there's a love-hate relationship between me and Mike. He's called me a slut; I've punched him. See? Love-hate. Until Ocotber 30th of last year, I thought there was something unspoken between us; something above the hate we showed. But the day I met Justin was the day my life changed and my thoughts about Mike completely vanished. Of course, his feelings for me grew. He asked me one night over IM, "So how's your chick boyfriend lol" I flipped out on him. We're okay now, but he pisses me off with these stupid comments
And I love how Sydney's right here next to us and somehow, miraculously, not getting in massive amounts of trouble by Mrs. C...And Fiona asked if I smell...
Honestly, I have no idea how I met them and why they're so insane, but I love them nonetheless! Fiona knows where I live so she threatened me. I have to admit, it's a bit awkward having them read my thoughts as I type it. They're commenting on everything I write! Pyschos!
If I hear "Imagine" on piano ONE MORE TIME, I swear whoever was playing that is so going to get it. Guarunteed it's Kat. She's persuaded Mr. S to let only her into the piano rooms after they were shut down for two girls caught drinking in them. I miss Kiwi and Ashley, but I think she should have had better judgement.
I saw Mike this morning, a friend from a couple years ago who goes to school not far from mine. He ran across the street to catch up with me (I had my headphones on. I think I was listening to Blue October, but I could be wrong) and tapped me on the shoulder. What I couldn't believe was that when I turned to see who touched me, I saw Mike with band-aids covering parts of his face and two pieces of gauze wrapped around his wrists. "What the hell happened to you!" I yelled on the busy boulevard corner. He laughed and said, "Don't ask, don't tell." "I can tell anyone anything if I don't know what happened!" "Well, let's just say the chemistry between guys in an all boys' school isn't always great." He always wants to fight someone to try and prove he's tough. I'm one of the few people who really know him. He's not tough enough to get into, let alone win, a fight. It upset me, though. He was my friend, but he's an IDIOT at times.
"I'll see you around," Mike said then hugged me. He admitted he loved me a few times over the course of the years I've known him. Let's just say there's a love-hate relationship between me and Mike. He's called me a slut; I've punched him. See? Love-hate. Until Ocotber 30th of last year, I thought there was something unspoken between us; something above the hate we showed. But the day I met Justin was the day my life changed and my thoughts about Mike completely vanished. Of course, his feelings for me grew. He asked me one night over IM, "So how's your chick boyfriend lol" I flipped out on him. We're okay now, but he pisses me off with these stupid comments
