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Name: Carmen Birthday: 10/19/1990 Gender: Female
Interests: reading, laughing at nothing ( listening, Marianne?), playing volleyball ( even though I suck at it) Expertise: Being me. And trying to get through Lowell without too many breakdowns to make it to graduation.
Message: message me Website: visit my website AIM: xceeyeex
Member Since:
10/26/2004
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| Hellosers, people. Decided to switch to my new xanga after all. Getting sorta tired of this username anyway. Please go and subscribe to http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=xlove_me_alwaysx. Thanks! | | |
| I HAVE FOUND A NEW HOBBY! Rock climbing is sooooo much fun. Much better than piano or swimming or something. Connie was a big wuss, only climbed about 2 times. Not even that, more like 1 and a half times. So she had to settle for being my belayer while I climbed to the top THREE times!!! It was exhilarating. Didn't know I had that much upper body strength. Soooooo fuuuuuuun!
/edit/: Oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap. I just sent an email, a PERSONAL email, to my entire triple A group!!!!!! Oh God oh God oh God oh God. That goddamn email was not meant to be read by everyone in my group. I'm in deep shit. People are gonna be giving me weird looks on Friday. Oh goddamn. | | |
| SPRING BREAK, BABY! And there's actual sunshine today. Not bad after this morning's rain. Aaaaaaaah, a week of freedom. Hope you guys have a great one.
Yesterday, Super Sunday. Happy Belated Easter by the way. Poor ol' Connie got confused. This Richard guy was holding two boxes of rice and asking if anyone wanted them cuz he didn't want to waste good food by throwing it away. Smart Connie thought he was talking about the Peeps on the tabletop. (Peeps are totally nasty, by the way.) So she said, "Ugh, no, they're disgusting." Richard gives her a look and then she figures out that he's asking if anyone wants the rice, not the Peeps. So she just called the rice disgusting. What he must think of you, Connie. lol. Also went Easter Egg hunting. Wendy stuffed them down her shirt. I stuffed them in my pant pockets. Needless to say, I had several irregular bulges "down there." lol. Ate it all already. Yummers.
And about the last entry. Let me explain about Raymond. Connie wanted him to move over, but she didn't know his name. Surprising, I know. So she looks over at his math homework, and reads his name off there. Twas funny. Nothing love related there. Probably not gonna update til Wednesday, rock climbing day. So HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTINA! | | |
| I should probably be starting on my craploads of homework right now, but here I am, updating. Shame, shame, I know. Eh, that's what coffee's for, right? So I just feel like doing a recap on my day. Please read the whole thing.
Math - *sigh* World Lit. - We've had a pop quiz three days in a row!!! Think I got a C on today's. Yuan es loca en la cabeza. Went to reg. Realized I left my damn Modern World poster in World Lit. Had to go all the way back down to the stupid T's and then back to reg. Spanish - Had a quiz. Got 22 out of 24. Not bad. Modern World - Slavicek wasn't here. What else is new? She gives us two damn days to finish a fricking poster and then she's absent the day before it's due. Gym - *sa-woooooooon.* Biology - Gram-stain lab. Actually got some bio notes done for tomorrow's big test that I should be studying for right now. TA - Connie forgot her Spanish book, and I, the ever helpful Carmen, went upstairs and got it for her. Hecka funny. And apparently, Mr. Rylando's gonna get some humongous plants or something. So if someone's hungry, they can just reach up and pick a fruit off the tree. hehe.
Afterschool, a little volleyball. Michelle went home to study, like the good girl that she is. Connie and I went to do language lab. I refuse to call it lang lab. Nothing happened there. Didn't go to Chinese Club after all. Went to the library and saw Jessica Wong and Raymond. That's right, Connie, Raymond. Say it with me, Raymond. lol. Just as we were leaving, *sigh* That just made my day. Thought he had left already. But I just had to look ever so coordinated right then with my Spanish book, World Lit. book, gym clothes, and the big poster. Grrrrr. Don't think he saw me though. At least I found out he knows my name now. | | |
| So some of you didn't like the poem. Hmph. Be that way. Had to delete the whole fricking entry. Couldn't figure out how to get rid of the stupid pink font. Ok, so now I shall make you read a letter from my pen pal. But I don't think she really counts cuz I see her everyday. But you can't say this email she wrote isn't absolutely hilarious.
dearest booster,
oh, how i love you. your tall form inspires me to write poems. your glasses, oh sweet glasses, how they frame that oval face and eyes that sparkle with laughter every time you smile that dimpled half grin. oh, that grin. how it turns me on. your long fingers tell me everything i hafta know. i'd express my undivided love for you except its your body that i love more. i just wanna do it with you. my phone number is ***-****. call me if you wanna be satisfied beyond your wildest dreams. since we cant go to prom, do you wanna stand outside the doors, listening to the music and dancing. if we really cant hear the music, we can use the ringtones on my cell. fun, no?
tu amor,
Boosterhead.
Disgusting, no?
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