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(Wednesday, September 24, 2003-)
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i got a yellow sheet of paper on my windshield. it's some warning shit. god. if it has a fine on it, i'm dead. seriously. I HATE SCHAUMBURG.
the stupid year books were passed out today. on top of that, i got my school pictures today. LOL. i look horrible. i look like a gothic hamster.
Mike is at school now until 5:30. i want to see him. rah. everyone go to badminton tonight. hah. yearbooks.
i really dislike yearbooks. they're pretty stupid, actually. it's a great way of freaking someone out.
Online Convo SCARYNESS
freshman kid: hi, you don't know me, but you've been in my house.
me: what? i have? no offence, but i don't know you.
fk: my older sister, ________, has a yearbook and i was watching you in it.
me: why?
fk: i think you're cool, i mean, i wanted to know your name. my sister said you weren't dating anyone.
me: no offence.. but i date guys with hair. lots of it, too! do you have chest hair? you don't look to me like you're chubby (he's in band with me).. let's face facts. i don't like skinny boys. i like robustness. and you lack in that department.
fk: Coach says i should gain 10 pounds, then will i be ok?
me: haha. if only you knew.
help me, god.
speaking of god help me, i volunteered myself to do some goodie bags for the 8th grade kids that are gonna come in. i think it'd be cool. :-)
more l8r. gah. :-D
the story ends like this..
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