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bones sinking like stones.

all of us are done for

attend, you did not tonight

school will start in a matter of hours(65hours more or less), and i will be going to the COOLEST school in the ngee ann campus. no kidding, our speech comm lecturer said that herself. im sure she had yet to meet THE COOLEST guy on campus. he wore the most outrageous stuff ever seen in the history of the school. ok, he wore sandals, wore shorts you see me wearing when throwing away the rubbish, with a shirt passed on by his grandfather from perth. and he tucked the shirt in. oh! he had this plastic bag for a bag. like, how cool is that? and i hear he's the only guy in his class. how evil the system can be.

and i have 3 pauls in my class. and i already have assignments to complete.

lainey called and made me rush down to mirr's when i didnt need to. so i made the most out of it. her room was almost bare when i reached, so i took the books and some reciepts that i could recognize. i seriously cant believe her dad's renting out her room so quickly. such an arse! and he was drunk enough to take forever to open the door. had no idea where he was while on our way out. i've got no idea what he'll do with the "unclaimed" stuff. maybe i'll come back tmr to get her photo album and what other things that can remind me of her in a few years. i feel sorry for the future tenant. whatever happened to the rest of her family.

i swear i never want to see lainey again after today.
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22 May, 2005 20:01. Blogger nada says.

who's lainey?    



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