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:: Thursday, November 07, 2002 ::

I finally got that slurpee and those nachos I was aching for during ceramics today. It cost me the Vets Day assembly, but it was worth it. Oh baby yeah, it was worth it. I think the war heros from back in the day would have skipped for a slurpee too.

::Prepackaged by Morgan at 9:28 PM : [+]
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:: Friday, November 01, 2002 ::
Wow. It's been a year, although my archives don't show it because Blogger is being a jackhole right now, that I've been writing in this here bottomless pit. Happy birthday Opinion Pie/ Ghetto Super Smurf.

::Prepackaged by Morgan at 12:18 PM : [+]
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:: Monday, October 28, 2002 ::
I saw Jackass. It was great. I will see it again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again UNTIL I DIE OR MY VCR EATS THE TAPE. So there.

Here's something new for you to read: I AM WHOOPI


I'm such a conformist. ha.

::Prepackaged by Morgan at 5:29 PM : [+]
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:: Tuesday, October 08, 2002 ::
I have a super story. It's super.

So in 2nd period today (ceramics), I was sitting there listening to the three girls that sit across from me talk. They are very interesting to listen to. Anyway, the one girl, we'll call her "Girl One" was talking to the second girl, we'll call her "Girl Two".

Girl One: AH There's glitter in my clay!!!! "Girl Two", you got glitter in my clay!!
Girl Two: I didn't get it in there. You're the one who always wears glitter!
Girl One: HAVE YOU EVER SEEN ME WEAR GLITTER!?
Girl Two: Yesterday you were. You were wearing my glitter lip gloss.
Girl One: I didn't know it had glitter in it.
Girl Two : (Mockingly) I didn't know you didn't know it had glitter in it... ehhhh!

Girl One smacks Girl Two very hard in the middle of the forehead.

Girl Two: (Firmly) Don't fucking hit me. You don't fucking hit people in the face.
Girl One: But it was funny. (In little kid voice)
Girl Two I'm serious, you don't fucking hit people in the face.
Girl One: (Laughs)

Girl Two slaps Girl One across the face, not very hard at all.

Girl One storms off to the bathroom to cry.

Girl Two: (Murmers) Stupid bitch....
Me: (Trying not to laugh) She deserved that.

Girl One comes back in. (Enter Girl Three)
Girl One stabs her clay creation with Girl Three's car keys.

Girl Three: AHH! YOU GOT CLAY ON MY CAR KEYS!

Girl One throws clay creation on the floor and stomps on it.

Girl Two: I want some nachos.
Me: (Cracks up)

Girl One storms to the bathroom again to cry, then comes back a little while later.

Girl Three: What's wrong?
Girl One: I already told you.
Girl Three: You wouldn't tell me!
Girl One: Well, the last time you were upset you wouldn't tell ME what was wrong.
Girl Three: You were acting like a bitch to me that morning.
Girl Two: (Murmers again) She's always a bitch.
Girl One: I remember actually TRYING to be nice to you that morning.
Girl Three: You're never nice to me! Maybe you are just a mean person.
Girl One: WELL I GUESS WE SHOULDN'T BE FRIENDS ANYMORE!
Girl Three: Okay.

Girl One begins writing a note.

Girl Two: I still want nachos.
Me: Yeah... and a Slurpee
Girl Two: YEAH!

Girl One throws the note at Girl Three.

Girl Three: What is this?
Girl One: READ IT!
Girl Three: WHY CAN'T YOU TALK TO ME!? WE'RE IN THE SAME ROOM!
Girl One: I'll get too mad.

Girl One goes to the bathroom again to cry.
Girl Three leaves to the bathroom after reading the note.
Girl Three comes back, Girl One follows.

Girl One sits there crying for the rest of the period.

Girl Two: I don't have a car to get nachos.

::Prepackaged by Morgan at 4:31 PM : [+]
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:: Tuesday, October 01, 2002 ::
Would anyone maybe, perchance, want to help me work out some things that I can't figure out for my new blog?

I'll be your best friend...

::Prepackaged by Morgan at 5:30 PM : [+]
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Two days later and I'm still thinking about why my math teacher said, "Consider the square".

::Prepackaged by Morgan at 4:14 PM : [+]
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