peacock feathers are bad luck, people, take them out of your ears.
I'm kind of bitter lately and I don't mean to be. But man, I don't know, I see through some people I guess. And I can't handle all the acts put on all around. I really want to meet someone who tries to be nothing more than who they are, even if it's bad. And I'm just so tired of wondering what someone is "really" thinking when they could just as easily say it. But hey, what can you do?
School's kind of killing me.
summer = simplicity and I want it bad.
I wish "gargle" was an interjection. Gargle! Gargamel?
Things: I finished my stained glass thing this afternoon, I got my drama letter yesterday, and Thursday should be swee-heet. Sweet heat.
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You know and I know, and all rational people know, that Mexicans can't swim. Most of them are too poor to know how to! Come on...
Hi, I know this was forever ago so if you don't follow it's cool, but yeah, same guy. I wish I knew more though.
Also, Mona is a lifeguard this summer. But she's one of the good ones.
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