I accept cash, checks, money orders...sorry, no credit cards.

Well, to add to more crap in my life, i just thought i should let all of you know my bills. Sure, it's personal, but so you can get the full frigging extent of my life right now, the bills are quite a big part of it...HERE WE GO KIDS!!!

1st bill: Legacy Parke; because Tom and Sarah were my roommates, we are splitting the bill...which is EXACTLY $3010. So that's $1505 each. Sarah has promised me that once her and Tom got to Illinois and started working, that every one of her pay checks were going to me. They'd keep Toms and give me hers to pay off their half of the bill. They've been down there since the end of Janurary. Have I seen a penny? No. Even Sarah's mom told me I will probably be paying it alone. That sucks.

2nd bill: Phone; it will be going down as of tomorrow, I am cutting back on minutes because of all of my bills. Right now they are charging me about $100 +/- a month...normally +...

3rd bill: Emergency Room; if you read a previous blog, I did go into the hospital...reguardless, so i don't go into long detail, i owe $2095. (STUPID CATSCAN!)

4th bill: Car Insurance; my lovely parents, in my time of need, told me about 3 or 4 weeks ago that they could hardly aford the insurance for their Taurus, my brown truck, and their new Explorer...and that my insurance for my truck would be ending at the end of Feburary. So on the 24th, I had to purchuse my own car insurance, which, surprisingly is only $103.something a month...not too bad, but with all my other bills, it sucks...

5th bill: Most recent ticket; since i had my accident, i owe $111 for that stupid thingy so i still have to figure that out too...if I go tomorrow and talk to them they'll let me pay like $20 every 2 weeks...so that's $40 a month...for almost 3 months...

6th bill: Living Expences or "Rent"; because I live with Rebecca and Tony, it's not really free...other than chores and watching Tony's little brothers, I have a few other things I get to take care of...the sbc bill...which includes the phone line and internet...and the Cable TV...normally both add up together to be about $200 every 2 months.

I also have to put gas in my truck, food in my kitty's belly, and buy the things i need every day, like make up, shampoo, "girly things" when necessary. So lets add up my bills per month:

1. minimum of $100 to Legacy Parke

2. minimum of $75 for cell phone (after I cut down on minutes)

3. figuring $20 minimum after I finally call and straighten it out

4. $103.change for Car insurance

5. $40 for stupid ticket

6. approximately $200 for gas, cable, phone and necessities.

Add that together and I get $538 per month. (For the first 3 months, then it will go down to $498 per month.) Now lets figure out what I make per 2 weeks: Lately, i've been getting crappy hours, so I've brought home for the last 3 pay checks about $245. That's only $490 per month. BUT you include TIPS, which, if i think about it...hold on...need calculator...ok, i'm back...i make maybe if i'm lucky $100 in tips per week...so if i figure that into my pay checks, that's still only $445 per 2 weeks...you'd think that would be enough, right? Then WHERE THE HELL IS MY MONEY GOING? Oh, wait, I know, i suck at math, and i'm guessing at literally all of this because if i was really making that much per month I would not be bitching. I've even stopped eating fast food. GINGER, i stopped eating McDonalds! Because if i had the money, i'd be paying the stupid people back! I can't even aford the stupid dollar menu! What the hell!?!?!?!?!?!

I have no money right now. I have less that half a tank of gas, and i work tomorrow. Friday. Busy day. And I don't get paid until next Friday. Which I already promised Legacy Parke $100 of that, and I have to pay my phone bill, and i need to pay off that ticket, and i need to call the hospital people and straighten things out. OH MY GOD! I FORGOT A BILL! Because I got a ticket for speeding 5 over the limit, they also got me for not having proof of insurance when i was driving Tony's truck. Since it was Tony's fault, i wanted him to call his dad, to make a long story short, i paid the ticket anyway, even though it was wavable, but now the stupid government is charging me $200 that i have to pay in a month or they will suspend my licence. It's less than a month now, it's like maybe 22 days. Whatever. As I said, I take cash, check, money orders, but sorry, my ass crack is not somewhere for you to slide your credit card. Almost wish it was, if i was getting money out of it...(no i'm not a whore. I promise. I'm just really desperate.)

I never thought...

I never thought I would ever, ever, ever in a million years have to compete with a game. I am not sure anybody can relate to this, but since my boyfriend/fiancée, Tony, is a year and some younger than me, he is a regular high school guy who obsesses a tiny bit over his play station..It used to be, back a year ago, that he'd obsess over one specificc game for a week or two, every single day he'd play it, then get bored and move on..to hunting or fishing, or movies, or sleeping, something else. Then, after another month or something, he'd play some other game for a week or two but once again get bored. Then, for Christmas, his little brothers, Nick, 8, and Nate, 6, get a ps2...those really skinny ones...which comes with a Ethernett cable...which connects that stupid little thin box to the internet...and sinceTony is the big brother, and Nick and Nate can't seem to keep from getting grounded from the play station, Tony keeps it in his room...he has been obsessing over this one stupid army-kill people game for over a month now. Allow me to tell you what he has done this past weekend...

Friday: no school.Woke me up, got me to get in the shower...from 11am until 5:00 he was on the bed playing that stupid game...he had to be to work at 5:15. He got home at maybe 9:30, stripped out of his work clothes and played the game until 5:00 in the morning...leaving me out on the couch, since I can not watch that game anymore...

Saturday: Wake up at 1pm because Tony has to be at work at 2:30. Immediately starts playing the game until 2:10. Got home at 8, played the game yet again until 4:45am, leaving me again on the couch.

Sunday: Wake up 9:15am, Tony has to work at 11am...(we were really short staffed at work this weekend) surprisingly, didn't make me get up, or start playing his game. BUT, he got home at 8pm, and jumped on his game the second he came home. I had to drive to Grand Ledge for work tonight, so I didn't get home until almost 11pm.

But it is now 1:30, and at about 1am, I decided that I hadn't spent enough time with my honey...expecially since I haven't gotten "any" in a full 7 days because of my little hospital incident..nervous to do anything "fun"...But, I figured, 'hey, I'm better now, why not.' And about a week and a half ago he said he wants to be "surprised"; ya know, not expect it...so I walked in there, sat on the edge of the bed and gave him a "look"...he had asked me to move. Apparently his "clan" he's in is having a challenge match against another little "clan". I believe he said he was a "FH" which stands for "fallen heros". He said "it's not like I don't want to, but I just want you to come back in a little while when I'm done..." So I am. And I think "a little while" will be in another week. OUCH! or as Kelso from that 70's show would say "BURN!!!" so whatever I guess.

E.R. Is slow.

Well, let's start from the beginning...I had a urinary tract infection for like a month. But on Sunday night, Feb. 12th, after I got out of work, I noticed that I had some lower back pain...But I didn't think much of it. Monday morning, my stomach hurt a little bit, I thought I was just hungry, but I ate and nothing got better. As the day progressed, it had gotten worse and worse, and by 10pm, it hurt so bad I was crying. It sucked. So at 11pm, I ended up going to the emergency room to figure out was wrong with me. They figured out that my u.t.i. had traveled up my something or other into my left kidney and my kidney was swollen and pissed off. They said that it was because the u.t.i. wasn't taken care of fast enough. So they gave me a shot in the butt and took a cat scan of my tummy to make sure I didn't have a kidney stone or anything and sent me with a prescription and sent me home. Every thing is much better now, it only hurts when I do too much work, or have anything touch my left side of my lower back or stomach. But it should be better in a couple of days.

Finally

Well, since I had messed up my truck exactly 1 week from today, it works. It's still in good shape. All we fixed were the head lights, the radiator over-flo bottle, and pushed the bumper back in. My dad says he will be buying me a new bumper and a new grill some day, hopefully here soon...

And in other news, nothing. Nothing cool or new has happened lately. Literally nothing. And it kind of sucks. So I'll shut up now. OK? OK.

MOTHER FRIGGIN A

Well, yesterday, Febuary 2nd, 2006, I got into an accident. I was on my first friggin delivery of the night, it was about 5:28 in the evening...There was a train passing by on north Cochran, right by the street known as Amity...I was probably the 10th car back...Then suddenly, the train was over. I saw the second car in front of me start moving, and the SUV in front of me did the same...So I moved. I looked down for literally 1 second...But when I looked up, there was the car...Stopped. And BOOM. I hit them...
Now, my first reaction was "HOLY FREAKIN SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" Then I got out of the car and asked if the 2 old people in the car was ok...They were...I apologized like 10 times and then called the police. Then, to my surprise, the guy on the other line of 911 asked "are you the Pizza Hut truck?" and of course I said yes, as I watched non other than Bobby Vaine and his brother run out of the house...I tried to hide my face, but it didn't work, he saw me and pointed at me and laughed a little...ggrrr...Anyways, after I hung up with the 911 guy, I continued to call Gary at work to driver me in, and explained why. He said "no problem" which was good...Then I called my father at his bike shop, and that was when I started to cry...And all he could say was "it's ok, I'm not mad, do you want me to come over there?" but I said no because I didn't' want to look a totally idiot, like I had to have my daddy there because I'm a baby...So try and call Tony...He didn't answer. Then the cop came, and lo and behold...It was Officer Montague...The same cop from my last accident...I was now crying a little bit stronger, despite my attempts to make it stop...I was really scared because I have 2 tickets that still haven't been paid...One being 1-10 over and a no proof on insurance, which is crap, it's Tony's dad's fault, he didn't send over the insurance card...But anyways, they sent me a thing saying that they were going to suspend my license here pretty soon...So I had explained this to Montague thinking he might impound my car or something...But he said that he wasn't going to do that and then I calmed down and stopped crying...Then after I had gotten my stuff back and gotten my ticket and such I finally got hold of Joey, who was at Tony's house, and he told Tony, who was in the shower, and they ended up coming at getting me and I called my dad back and told him the truck would be in the Johnson Lumber parking lot and he came and looked it and made me feel better because he gave me a hug and said it would be ok and I went back to work just to be sent home again because I had no car and then I went home. But God, I feel so stupid. I can't believe I was so stupid. It makes me sad, I was going to buy that truck in a week. Now it will be a bit longer, but my dad will be fixing the car, and all will be well, I hope, but I still have a bunch of bills to pay. THAT SUCKS.

this is funny...

Ok, i was editing my profile about 40 seconds ago and i wanted a new random question...and i came across one that asked "if you were a wrestler, what would be your ending move?" and since my lovely boyfriend is a wrestler, i actually have been paying attention and know a few moves! and how to get someone into them...

So i want every body to go read my profile and see my answer...which is pointless, because i'm going to tell you what it was: A DOUBLE-GRAPEVINE. Which is quite embarassing for the other player...
first, ground rules for those of you who are unfimilar with wrestling in high school...to pin somebody is to get both sholder-blades of your opponent to touch the ground for like 2 seconds...
now i'll explain the DOUBLE-GRAPEVINE. (you must say it loudly or it loses it's effect)
you are the person on top (please don't think dirty) your opponent is on his back, but his sholder-blades are not touching the ground...you are facing him, he facing you...you grab his wrists...somewhere between the elbow and the wrist, actually...and entangle your legs with his by wraping them around his...like your left with his left...your right with his right...not both clumped together...it won't work otherwise...then, with your hip preasure, you push your "happy place" or crotch for god sakes into his stomach while pulling his legs apart and out with yours, and holding his arms out by pulling really hard on them...your opponent will get pinned. and you will win and you get food afterwards. GO YOU.

wrestling is quite a dirty sport, if you think about it, you grab other guys butts, you get your face shoved in places you don't normally want it to be...but it's very entertaining to watch, if you're me, and you know they all have these new tight singlets...and some of those guys, even some of the heavy weights, since they aren't fat this year, have nice butts...and legs...and abs...and arms...the charlotte wrestling team is quite hot this year...ginger marrie, i wish you'd come to a meet with me...why don't you just fly here for next saturday's meet...you'll be home by sunday...ha ha i wish...anyways, i guess i've written enough, i'm sorry if i grossed you out by my vivid wrestling move...but trust me...if some guy wants to be stubburn or something...pin his ass with my lesson here today. HELL YEAH.

p.s. i think i found a picture on line...please do not be grossed out...it's actually really cool to see happen...tony did it the other day, and he won. he was so happy, plus, that move isn't the easiest to get yourself into...

I like cookies

I made cookies yesterday. They are chocolate chip. They are very good. Especially with milk...milk. Does a body good...Ha anyways, I'm just hanging out here at my home, playing with the super high speed internet, wondering how long Rebecca's now ex boyfriend will still be here before she kicked him out...She's all saying "yeah, you can stay here until you find your own place. But I still expect to have every one of your pay checks every week that are only $400 because your ex-wife takes the other $400 because she sucks. But if you piss me off, you are so out sooner." I don't really know who I believe or side with, I guess I should just stay out of it and listen to both of them when they tell me stuff...Which seems to be the problem of my stress...As soon as one comes home, the first thing they do is vent. And that's fine, but then they slightly try to pull me in the situation...Then the first one will leave or go to work or take a nap and then the next one comes in and does the same exact thing. But as I said, I'm an innocent bystander. I'll just keep it that way and keep out of it.

Well, I have gotten word from my ginger marrie, and I am excited. Ginger, I am sorry I wrote that stupid blog, I was in a weird way...And slightly confused...But you should enlighten me on what's going on in old cali...oh, hey, by the way, you guys should go to santa cruz board walk...We went there and it was so much fun...Especially at sun set...And Tony says that it was the place where they filmed that movie "the lost boys" and stuff...And there were these shake things, I'm not sure what the heck they were, I didn't like them, but they had these little balls of what felt like jelly or something in the bottom and Tony's step-mom loved them...But I can't think of what they were called...Oh well.

so, everybody, how's it going? Probably a little bit better than me...

oh, yeah, I still have more news...See the picture up in the corner? WELL, that's going to be my next tattoo...I have one on my wrist, it's star out line with a symbol of friendship in the middle...Dude, ginger, you should totally come back and get a spiffy tattoo with me, it's so much fun! (You'd be surprised...) oh, yeah, ginger, imagine this, MY OWN MOTHER WANTS ME TO TAKE HER WHEN I GET MY NEXT TATTOO...SHE WANTS A TATTOO TOO! Isn't that hard to believe? She actually hasn't convinced my dad that yet, but she's working on it...I think it's funny. My mom wants a tattoo. Alright, I have written enough, Ginger, either email me or something, please...BYE BYE BYE

oh where, oh where has my little ginger gone?

WELL, I have missed my Ginger for quite some time now, and I wonder where she has gone? OH YEAH, she's in California with her boyfriend and I don't know who else! THAT SUCKS! Why can't she come home now and tell me all about it like she always does? Why can't she tell me about it before she even comes home? Why can't she tell me about it NOW!?!?! I feel like I have been so left in the dark. It makes me sad. GINGER! IF YOU'RE READING THIS, I MISS YOU! COME BACK TO ME!!! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON???

well, in other news, i have lost my appartment and my best friend. wouldn't you be upset if your roommates, including your best friend and her husband, left a bunch of important stuff at the appartment on the last day, and you moved it knowing they didn't have a car to move it and would want it, then was threatened to get your ass beat and accused of steeling, when all you were trying to do was help and then got the cops called on the one who moved the stuff, my boyfriend, and had one hour to bring this chair to their house, just to find out they didnt' really call the police on you? so now my best friend showed me such great respect by lying to me about calling the police on my boyfriend, when she was told not 2 hours before by her mother that it would be a stupid move that would screw up our friend ship. wouldn't you be mad too?

and now they are moving to illinois and won't give me one penny of the $4000 that we owe to our appartment complex so instead of getting a car that works or my own appartment with my boyfriend, i get to rot at my boyfriends mom's house, paying all of my money to Legacy Parke. besides, why the hell would i want an appartment of my own or my own car? what the hell was i thinking anyway...

Anyways...

I am so scared.

OK: Today is Wednesday, March 2nd, and in exactly 1 hour from now, i will be sitting in the Mid-Michigan Oral Surgery waiting room...then they will take me to a room, make me breath in "funny" gas, then stick a needle in my arm, put an i.v. in it, and put me to sleep for an unknown amount of time...during this time, they will cut me open, take out my 4 wisdom teeth, at the same time, stitch me up, release me from the i.v., let me wake up, and then make tony take me home. I've never had surgery that they had to put me to sleep, and if i did, i don't remember, and it isn't important. I am scared out of my mind, that people will make me hurt on purpose just because god made us humans have these teeth of which they call wisdom teeth, that will eventually rot, that is, if they come in correctly and if you have a big mouth...which i don't have, i have a rather small mouth, and my wisdom teeth are coming in a dreadfull wrong way. Have i mentioned i'm kinda scared?????

*sigh* i guess i'll just hope the pain killers work ok...nothing but apple sause, chocholate pudding and ice cream for me for a couple of days. *sigh again*

And the fun continues

And the fun just continues...my job still sucks, Tony's car still doesn't work, and it seems that my LOVELY friend Ginger still enjoy picking fights that she took the wrong way about like 2 weeks or more ago. And now she decides that I think she's into drugs and is violent and crap like that. She believes that I think she is a bad person.

Well hell, maybe I am the bad person.

You need to believe me. I am pretty sure that I've never lied to you. It's not a conspiricy. The world is not against you. I promise.

Well, lets see, where to start...as much as i'm afraid i actually admit this, but i learned something, Ginger Marrie, and it is that I now know how you feel. You feel i've ditched you in a way i assume? Well, Sarah sunshine has also ditched me. Since she decided to get pregnant and move out of Tony's house, i've talked to her 2 times in the last 3 or more weeks since she's moved out. The first time was when i was bored because i locked my keys in my car, but she only talked to me for like 20 seconds and said "can i call you back?" then never did. the second time was when tony expressed my displeasure towards her ignoring me, and so her and tom decided to come over and FINALLY get her fish, she and tom were there maybe 5 minutes and hey, they had to go. Hmm, go figure. And that was like a week and a half ago. I havn't talked to her since. So, i now know how you feel. And i am sorry.

HA. I said it. I am sorry, Ginger, what i've been doing is bull shit. And even when we do become better friends, because i think we will, if i don't call you as much as i should, is probably because i have been busy. And the reason i didn't talk to you as much did have a large reason to do with tony not liking you. and i guess it was all from that stupid night when you asked me to come hang out with you and like 4 other guys but you didn't invite him. I THINK. I'm not sure if that's why or not. if i were to ask, he'd be like "hello, you know the answer to that..." and not say anything. and if i were to persist, he'd be all bitchy.

But, the whole point i'm making. I'm sorry. i feel bad. Go figure.

People can be so much fun...

Have you ever known somebody to be so paranoid as to think that everything you say or do or even did in the past was all a lie? Well, i know somebody who seems to be incredibly paranoid. Let me explain: lets say that you have a friend who just moved out of the house you were at. He came by because he needed to get a few more things that he forgot. And you were asked by a friend (the friend that own the house) to get something out of her car for her. So you do, and you noticed that the guy who forgot a few things got a ride by somebody you didn't recognize, expecially since it was dark out. So you took a mili-second glance and not think anything of it, get the thing out of the car and go back inside. When you get back inside, you ask the guy "Who gave you a ride here?" And he reply's "Ginger and Jordan." Stunned to hear his response, you ask "The Ginger i know??" And he says yes. You think "Whoa, how nice, she's here and she doesn't even come in and say "Oh, HI." Then seconds after the guy leaves, you get a call from her bitching you out. Too bad she's so paranoid to listen to anything you have to say, even if she did listen, she wouldn't have believed you anyway.

Just like today, she somes on line, and she says "Why is it when you get on line, i gotta get off line." You say "i'm sorry," since you had intentions to straighten the previous paranioa problem out. Then she says, "Don't lie." Now how do you think she would know if you were lying or not? Oh. She didn't. Just like when she starts to believe that your and her's past friendship was all a total lie. Oh, yeah, i just spent like 8 years of my life with some chick i didn't really like, i just liked wasting my time with her, and telling her my thoughts that i wouldn't tell anybody else, oh, maybe it was because that's all bull shit! Why would it be a lie? Why would I waste my time? Oh, i know. Maybe she needs to get over her paranioa. It's starting to piss people off.

I am not a Liar. Don't ever point fingers and accuse somebody of something until you know the truth. Hypocrit.

Why does this remind me of a Soap Opera?

ALRIGHT~

Lately, it seems that there is someone out there who is mocking my entire life. Telling me I am doing one thing, when I'm not. Only I can tell myself what I can do, and what I'm doing. I wouldn't think if bull-shitting 8 or more years of a friendship. What kind of drugs are you on that would make you think that I would lie away 8 years of a friendship? Are you on drugs? Or are you really a friggin' mentally unstable person? Well, let me you something I have been procrastinating to tell you for a while now; YOU NEED HELP. Your entire thought process is so incredibly messed up, how you think or how you come up with conclusions of situations that havn't even happend yet, is pointless and messed up. And how you refuse to say sorry unless you mean it; that I agree with, but you need to realize that when you do something stupid, you need to suck it up, let your guard down and appologize. And the whole bullshit about your test. Why the hell would you test me? Even if we weren't on steady ground, why would you? What is the point? And if you cry wolf too much, I wouldn't believe a word that comes out of your mouth. Jordan has pulled so much bullshit on me that i have no point in listening to him or believe him anymore. And, by the way, if Sarah called you and said "Miranda got in an accident, her legs are stuck under the car!" you'd be like "bullshit. You're lying to me." You wouldn't believe her.

And now you've failed my test. Reguardless, if we were in a fight, or if I called you more than you called me, and was pissed that you never called me, I still would've called you on your 18th birthday. Thank you.

Reguardless if I smoke, or don't call you, or if I have put other obligations before calling you, you need to understand that one of the reasons that I don't call you as much as you wish me too, is because I have been starting to believe within the last few months that you just might be crazy. I miss the old Ginger that existed before Terry, before 12th grade, before I dated Josh even. But since the first thing you'll do now is either go write your own blog, or you'll come up with some odd situation that makes no actual connection with real life. Take your pick.

Catching up...

Well, you'll never believe it...I have so much to catch up with...well, lets see, I graduated, go me, I got engaged to Tony Librojo, whom I love so much, I got my car back on June 12th, then lost it last Wendsday because I cracked a head gasket...but found a red 1993 Saturn SC2 for $1800 and the same amount of insurance as my p.o.s. 1990 Olds Cutlas Supreme, which is good, but all I gotta do is pay my parents back eventually from buying me the car, which also means I really need to get a job, which I'm looking for now...yay. go me.

School for my fiancé and my best friend has started, my cousin went away (far, far away) to college *we miss you, charlotte* along with most of my other friends who graduated...so I am the one who gets to sit at home and do nothing accept chores while everybody is at school. Great fun.

Anyways, bored, tired, and I got stuff to do. ADIOS~

SENIOR PRANK!!!

It was the funniest thing...yesterday, May 26th, I decided to pull a great prank...since i'm a senior and all...what I did, I was sitting out in a friend of mine's car, Kristi, just chilling with her and Jordan, and I noticed this kid's car, a kid I don't like, because he screwed my life over...well, this stupid kid, called TOM, decided to make the mistake and leave his p.o.s. car unlocked...so I got into it and decided to mess with the fuse box...I unplugged his ignition and his battery, and took out 2 fuses...the gauges, and this big metal one that said something about "WDO", and since I didn't know anything about cars, I just took the fuses, put them in an envelope labeled "FUSES" and hid them in his car. I left him a note saying:


SENIOR PRANK!
LEARN TO LOCK YOUR DOORS!
2 OF YOUR FUSES ARE HIDDEN IN YOUR CAR,
AND 2 OF YOUR PLUGS HAVE BEEN UNPLUGGED.
HAVE FUN STARTING YOUR CAR, TOM
OH, BY THE WAY, YOUR CAR IS A PIECE OF SHIT!


I thought it was funny. Then he called me on the way home and started yelling at me, saying "I know it was either you, Sarah, Kristi, or Tony, and if you don't tell me, I'm going to put all of your names on the police report..." So i ended up telling him it was me, and that he couldn't do anything about it anyway, because I didn't hurt anybody, or anything, and I didn't steal anything either. I saw his dad at work last night, and he was walking up to me slowly, giving me this glare...I asked him what the glare was for and he said "oh, like you don't know..." I said "well duh I know, I did it...and i thought it was funny!!!" then he was like "yeah, so did I, that was awesome...you got some points for that one..." So it ended up that his own dad thought it was funny. HA! Then i saw Tom this morning, and he told me to stay the f**k away from his car, and I said "Oh my god, Tom, even your dad thought it was funny. How about you get a sense of humor." Then he walked off. So we'll see what he does later today. HA HA I LAUGH AT HIM, WHAT A GREAT DAY IT WAS!

BLAH

Yes, BLAH~

The end of the year- and entertaining time, even though it is sad...*tear* I only have 4 1/2 days of school left of my senior year, then I'm out on my own, where it is scary, and they might eat me...One of my best friends was writing recently, how it is such a sad time, because you may never see any of the people you grew up with again. I agree, it's so incredibly HEAVY on your mind that you may never see these people again, the people who may have made fun of you, or picked on you, or threw change at you in the lobby, because they thought it was funny...or you grew up with, went through that stupid computer class in 8th grade with, while listening to *NSYNC's "Bye Bye Bye" all hour because you recorded that tape so many times on a tape it would just repeat over and over again...until you turn around and accidently rip the head phones out of your tape player and then every body hears "BYE BYE BYE!" and then that one snob on the other side of the row (Ed) then starts laughing at you, but then continues to sing it for the rest of the period...or that chick from health, wellness and careers class also in 8th grade...she sat in front of me, and every day, she'd find something to rat me out on...like how she said "Ms. Lamke, Miranda has like 8 notes on her desk, and they're all for ginger..." (ginger sat on the other side of the room cuz we talked too much...and for some reason, since she was in my class, I always had more to say so I wrote it down)

Wow, so many memories...I will miss this stupid friggin school.