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Monthly Archives: November 2005
Yo, yo, yo, peeps, yo. What’s goin’ down, homies, yo? Fo shizzle my nizzle pizze dizzle wizzle yo. G-dawg, yo. Whatevs, ya know, yo? Notice this totally pimpin’ color, yo. That was my gangster talk of the day. I know, … Continue reading
The days after Thanksgiving. Shana: Do we hafta eat turkey for dinner again? Kelli: Oh God, I hope not.
Nothing interesting happened today. My life is dull. But anyway. Tomorrow will be a good day. H a p p y T h a n k s g i v i n g ! Go, turkey, go! — P.S. Happy … Continue reading
A Tale of Two Cities is such a boring book. The plot is pretty cool, but Charles Dickens is so boringgggg. When we read it in class, I never ever pay attention. Sometimes I try, but my mind just automatically … Continue reading
The Simple Plan concert was so much fun!! Julieta and I got to Universal Studios City Walk around 12 and there was absolutely no line. We were the second people to get there. We walked around for a while and … Continue reading
Harry Potter comes out tomorrow! nothing can or will ruin my mood tomorrow afternoon. Simple Plan concert on Saturday! nothing can or will ruin my mood saturday period. — Do you know what solitism is? I dare you to tell … Continue reading
An old Asian man oogling 14 year old girls in bikini bottoms. Throwing jeans into the pool. Snapping at “authority.” Same Asian man “coincedentially” showing up outside when we’re about to leave. Halluncinations. And something else. It all happened today … Continue reading
Ahh, my grades suck. I am totally gonna raise them so much by the time the semester ends. I hope. : | — Alice and I witnessed some major PDA at Jamba Juice. The girl was sitting on the guy’s lap and … Continue reading
This post is dedicated to all the disgusting moms out there. After taiko, my mom and I went to Marukai and as we were waiting in line, I was watching the mom and her baby behind us. The baby was … Continue reading
My parents have a lot of trust in me. I often feel really guilty about it. I’m not doing anything wrong, of course. I always* truthfully tell them where I’m going, who I’m going with, etc. when they ask. Sometimes I tell them voluntarily. But … Continue reading