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There is no love left in your eyes Hee. Spritopias called me cute. Thanks. So, I tried to type this entry out earlier, but, uh, thanks to an unfortunate keystroking accident, all of my beautimous words got erased. So now you get the compressed version. This morning I went to the Biology Lab to ID some stuff. Turns out the girl I thought stole the objectives, didn't. Turns out? It was Georgia, the stoner. I thought we were friends. Or something. But, y'know. Now I know not to trust people like that, thus beginning the cold, lonely, shrivelling up of my heart. Thanks, Georgia. In other news, The Person Who Keeps My Heart Warm And Happy, is having a really bad time. Everybody go give her a hug, k? Tell her she deserves to be PA, 'cause, if I was in charge? I'd let her P my A. Wow that sounded dirty. But still. She'd so rock the house, her and that huge heart, so... screw the people who decide these things. I still love you, Linz. This is now the Official Warning Of My Leaving. Don't even bother coming back here for about a week. Well, unless my name turns all cool and red and stuff. But I can almost promise it won't. So, back to what I was saying, I'll be in California, and you guys won't be. Unless... y'know. You live there. And then, you know what? Shut up, that's why. Hee. Adios por una semana y una dia. <-Ghost-> Listening to: Rexall-Dave Navarro |
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