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enamouredRandom thing: on Facebook, a girl I used to go to school with friended me. This isn't exactly anything major, but it made me think that they need to add more labels to their "how do you know this person?" thing. You could have more subsections. Like, "Went to school with > were friends - mortal enemies - he/she picked on me - he/she had a crush on me", and so on. Maybe I'm just weird and have internalized some of my classmates emotionally torturing me, but it would add a whole new twisted dimension to the whole thing.
The girl who added me once pulled a chair out from under me as I was sitting down in art class. I fell on the floor in front of everyone, and she and another girl began to laugh at me.
There's this Beach Boys song they played at my job last night, and I don't know what it is, but I love it. It's got this great, dreamy sound that makes you want to put on those chunky old-fashioned sunglasses that look like they're trying to eat your face and lounge on a raft in a pool somewhere, with drink in hand.
Dear Christina Aguilera: You put on a great show, and you always always always have hot male dancers. Seriously, who was that one guy who looked a little like Tyler Gage? WANT.
(plus: GOD I HATED GOING TO THAT CONCERT WITH NO MONEY. The programs were freaking gorgeous. And I actually got into a bar but since I HAD NO MONEY I did not order anything. Yay for me being straight-edge, though! Seriously. I don't think I'll ever be much of a drinker...)
Girls--actual girls, mind you--gone wild. You know, this makes me get all "back in my day" like, except, you know, I'm not that old. God, ten years ago? I was just getting ready to start middle school. You want to know what's weird? I remember people being up in arms about the Spice Girls having a bad influence on girls, but honestly, I think I'd rather hear a ten year old singing along to them than, say, the Pussycat Dolls. I don't know. As much as I wanted to be like my peers, I never really had a desire to look or dress older than I was, partly because I knew how my parents were and that my mom would most likely pitch a fit, but also because I didn't really want to.
But serioulsy. I don't remember wanting to be grown up that much. I just wanted to be thirteen, so I could be like the Baby-Sitters Club members, and I'd be able to go to the mall on my own (as I used to live practically up the street from one of the major malls in the area), babysit by myself, and my parents would automatically trust me and assume that I was completely independent. HA. Years later, that still, surprisingly, is not happening, despite the fact that I am more trustworthy now than I've probably ever been. And I've got a van at my disposal.
The girl who added me once pulled a chair out from under me as I was sitting down in art class. I fell on the floor in front of everyone, and she and another girl began to laugh at me.
There's this Beach Boys song they played at my job last night, and I don't know what it is, but I love it. It's got this great, dreamy sound that makes you want to put on those chunky old-fashioned sunglasses that look like they're trying to eat your face and lounge on a raft in a pool somewhere, with drink in hand.
Dear Christina Aguilera: You put on a great show, and you always always always have hot male dancers. Seriously, who was that one guy who looked a little like Tyler Gage? WANT.
(plus: GOD I HATED GOING TO THAT CONCERT WITH NO MONEY. The programs were freaking gorgeous. And I actually got into a bar but since I HAD NO MONEY I did not order anything. Yay for me being straight-edge, though! Seriously. I don't think I'll ever be much of a drinker...)
Girls--actual girls, mind you--gone wild. You know, this makes me get all "back in my day" like, except, you know, I'm not that old. God, ten years ago? I was just getting ready to start middle school. You want to know what's weird? I remember people being up in arms about the Spice Girls having a bad influence on girls, but honestly, I think I'd rather hear a ten year old singing along to them than, say, the Pussycat Dolls. I don't know. As much as I wanted to be like my peers, I never really had a desire to look or dress older than I was, partly because I knew how my parents were and that my mom would most likely pitch a fit, but also because I didn't really want to.
But serioulsy. I don't remember wanting to be grown up that much. I just wanted to be thirteen, so I could be like the Baby-Sitters Club members, and I'd be able to go to the mall on my own (as I used to live practically up the street from one of the major malls in the area), babysit by myself, and my parents would automatically trust me and assume that I was completely independent. HA. Years later, that still, surprisingly, is not happening, despite the fact that I am more trustworthy now than I've probably ever been. And I've got a van at my disposal.
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Date: 2007-02-24 04:54 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-02-24 06:16 am (UTC)Sorry, huge Beach Boys fan here. Blame my parents.
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Date: 2007-02-24 06:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-24 06:30 am (UTC)(and I totally just gave you a shout-out in my real-life journal.)
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Date: 2007-02-24 10:02 pm (UTC)AND OH MY GOD I FEEL SO UNBELIEVEABLY COOL RIGHT NOW, AND I'M NOT JOKING. I love you!
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Date: 2007-02-24 06:47 am (UTC)Must...stop...urge to hurt...
As for me, I don't want to grow up. hee I'm okay with anything.
And ooh van power.
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Date: 2007-02-25 04:26 pm (UTC)