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Goose! Mmm. Tuesday morning. God I'm tired. I haven't been sleeping well the past couple of nights, though tonight was better than last night. Last night was like the roller coaster of sleeps. Blah. So, anyway, last night was fun. It was the "bomb-diggety," if you can excuse my phrasing. I've spent far too much time on a bus with Branson. I should be studying for my Spanish test. Pero no quiero. Le sigh. I can't believe The Spanish Teacher would drag us all out from 5:30 to 8, and then expect us to take a test with her the next morning. My bedtime is 8:30! Doesn't she know that? Okay, I'm kidding. But still, prime studying time? Lies between those hours. Aaanyway, yeah. The night was good. Branson said he loved me. Big dope. And I got high-fived a lot. And I swear to god that Joseph the "not gay" boy (yeah, right) patted me on the butt. I swear. He made some snarky comment to me about me giving a good put down or joke or something, and then... well... I did a Scooby-take. "Reeuur?" I didn't ask him about it or anything. His hand coulda slipped. But it felt like a smack. I don't know. It was getting late, I had a headache. There's no telling what I might have dreamed up about last night. Yeah, Branson and I were making out in the back of the-- no, I'm kidding. Seriously. Stop thinking that. Anyway. I'm off to another day of school-ness. I'll see Joseph the ButtSmacker in fourth. And no, Linz, I'm not going to goose him. I can't do it. My fingers don't work in the goosing way. So sowwy. <-Ghost-> |
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