you should have some, though you dont feel like having any Labels: poem and the air smells of crisp apple cider; i don't want to have so much muscle. maybe if i stick with you more my muscles will transfer to you! like... like teleporting! maybe my leg muscles will teleport to you." - conversation with self (and j on the side) Labels: random weirdness, today was and the air smells of crisp apple cider; we are lousy and the air smells of crisp apple cider; this is terrible and the air smells of crisp apple cider; was in the library while gfok and z went to look for food. on the way, they met c and s. c and s: heyy whatchall doing? gf and z: having sex. LMAO. - in the library... (after they told me about what happened with c and s) gfok: so do yall have sex often? g: sure, all the time. z: yeah us too. gf: ehhh dont say so loud! im still underage you know! g: yeah you could go to jail for statutory rape! z: eh z: but the legal age is 16. you're legal already. g: oh yeahhh, its 16 not 18 gf: oh shit! i wasted 1 year and 2 days already! z! quick we need to plan - to make up for all my lost timeeeeee! - we are the shizzzz man esp since now there are two, its insanity Labels: today was, utter weirdness and the air smells of crisp apple cider; sj: are you really j's boyfriend? sj: why're you pretending to be j's boyfriend?? G: i'm not j's boyfriend! sj: then! why're you pretending to be his boyfriend! G: i'm his girlfriend. HAHAHAHA. and the air smells of crisp apple cider; and the air smells of crisp apple cider; FAIL only gerald actually had some semblance of whistle going on :o cav was jealous but it was kinda gross for the most part + none of us (save gerald) had any kinds of proper sound(s) coming out hahaha imagine five spazzes at one table with two fingers in their mouths, blowing and spitting saliva. ew. - oh and i vidded john smith and gerald doing the hoedown throwdown. cool shiz :D be up on fb soonish, its on cav's iphone Labels: today was, utter weirdness and the air smells of crisp apple cider; We Real Cool by Gwendolyn Brooks Labels: poem and the air smells of crisp apple cider; nap time. and the air smells of crisp apple cider; like peeling a layer off it reveals something on the inside you wouldn't guess was there disparity from what you think to be reality happens all the time and its kinda funny, to be honest xxx ps: im sorry, when we talk again, i'll tell you i was sorry. and you know that i never am. Labels: random musings and the air smells of crisp apple cider; jt is the terriblest, really >:) this morning went something like that j: huan gossssshhhhh i am so sleepy i feel like cabbingggg... g: me too i dont even want to go to school ): j: feel like eating macs breakfast and going home to sleep g: dont tempt meeee ): so do you want me to walk to your house then we cab? j: im going to the mrt already. sore throat. shit. g: okay coming out now dont die yet - so yeah, we took the train to school this morning FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER i just realised. i have never. ever. taken the train to school. ever. PWNX - so we reach our stop, and j's like "eh im damn sleepy lets just cab to school from here" from the train station (!!!) i sed okay anyway because i was lazy too :D and i have never ever walked to school in the morning. ever. HAHA thank goodness we dont have to travel to school ourselves or this would be a daily situation and we'd both be broke T.T alrighty thats all thats interesting for today <: shit i think imma fall sick ): Labels: haha, today was, utter weirdness and the air smells of crisp apple cider; but i had a power nap during math hahah oh well but i dont think that counts for much my face is angry with me now >:( you can see the red marks that only hours of sleep can repair my sleep debt is now a massive giant cabbed to ph today for no apparent reason other than the fact that we were lazy cost us five bucks apiece because of peak hour when it'd be 5 between us danggg and knowing us, we'll prolly be cabbing to school tomorrah T.T on the bright side, cheetham was there today despite his concussion <: tall and gangly as ever. in fact, maybe taller. he's taller than j now, which is woah and a full head taller than me which is woah woah woah especially since he used to be shorter than me (T.T) just realised that i am low on fuel(kimchi) noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo so i im-ed A to ask him to please please make some more because i really need it and now i really need to do my homework and the air smells of crisp apple cider; first day of the week and i am ready to fling my hands in the air and run away screaming. sounds like a plan <: no sleep tonight watch this space Labels: dying and the air smells of crisp apple cider; and so all the self-destructive shit is starting to surface hmmhmmhmm this ought to be interesting, non? Labels: abstract, dying, random musings and the air smells of crisp apple cider; because because cccccynic i hate studying be back inawhile watch this space Labels: dying, random weirdness and the air smells of crisp apple cider; and the air smells of crisp apple cider; Labels: dinner party and the air smells of crisp apple cider; i wish you'd see this, but you dont know this space exists. i dreamt of you last night. it reminded me that i miss you. trying to ignore you is tough. i wish you'd stop ignoring me. xxx Labels: you and the air smells of crisp apple cider; eighteen, you think you're getting old you worry Labels: poem and the air smells of crisp apple cider; my arms and legs are like mj from the 70's and my body is like mj b4 death O.O Labels: haha, random weirdness and the air smells of crisp apple cider; and they havent been good ones every time i sleep, i dream maybe that's why im so tired i dreamt again this afternoon a long one, just like last night and i know it was scary i just dont remember what but it was running away from and stuff like that, you know i dont know why though maybe its because im afraid it was a weird dream, it consisted of stuff i have thought about before. but way more fairytale-d and fictional i dont know, but i know it has something to do with you. Labels: dying, sleepy eepy, thoughts and the air smells of crisp apple cider; and i know i am neither Labels: random musings and the air smells of crisp apple cider; Labels: today was and the air smells of crisp apple cider; and the air smells of crisp apple cider; Labels: random weirdness and the air smells of crisp apple cider; |
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