"If you don't want me to tell your career choice to the class, just write it on the sheet and I won't. Like...if you wanted to be say...a gigolo." -Mr Boulton

Me: "YES!! IMPULSE BUYS!!"
Mom: "Well when you're done impulsing come meet me at Zehrs."

Mrs Soni: "You're on strike!"
Me: "What?"
Soni: "You're not writing what I told you to...YOU'RE ON STRIKE!!!!"

"can i buy your sweater?" -Jordan about a million times

"Aw Addy we got shafted..."-Jocey

First day back at school. I have to say I have all really sweet teachers, espescially Mr. Boulton. It was so great his speech about life goals..ahem..."They say you can acheive anything if you really try....well...you can't, you have to be at least somewhat good at it, obviously." And Sam's in my math class, wOOt. Speaking of Sam, I'm sad to announce that I'm not his only experience of being to 2nd base anymore. It's shocking I know, but Sam has moved on to boobs other than my own. We'll always have the "four hours" eh buddy?

This guy Brian fell off his chair three times in science, it was pretty entertaining. Zach pulled a last year and wouldn't let me leave for class again, and it was really sweet. Like that whole "just one hug than you can go thing?", very smooth.

Ok, these starburst wrapper bracelets just simply baffle me. I've been sitting here for over an hour trying to figure out how to link them together. It's impossible I swear. If anyone knows how to do it, please please tell me.

I want flowers....pink ones.

Oh if you want it to be possesive it's just I-T-S....but if you want it to be a contraction it's I-T apostrophe S....scallywag.
- posted by Eddie @ 6:02 PM