| Mrs. Baily: "Guys, can you name some basic classroom rules?"
Jay: "Yeah, uh, keep your hands to yourself."
Mrs. Baily: "That's right, Jay, don't touch your friends or your friends' things."
Oh dear LORD.
Next time I'll update ish when we get report cards... I know I have an A as always in math... :] Social Studies I don't know because he did that faggot way of asking "You're not out of your seat are you?" shit. So... he hates me. he's like having a weird relationship with Akriti, Mino, and Shikha at the same time. Hm. This could be a problem. Lol. |
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| Everyone should die.
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| Okay, so let's just stick with Kelsey and Clay going out. :]
Tomorrow, my daddy turns 5 FREAKIN 0. 50, 50, 50, 50.
And Aarushi turns 13. 13, 13, 13, 13.
And Thomas Jefferson turns...362. 362, 362, 362, 362.
(Yes I actually did the math xD)
"A guy walks up to me and asks 'What's punk?'. So I kick over a garbage can and say 'That's punk!'. So he kicks over the garbage can and says 'That's punk?', and I say 'No, that's trendy!'"
- Billie Joe Armstrong
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| New layout my me! :D
CLAY IS GETTING MARRIED TO KELSEY...EVENTUALLY.
Tim's bringin' the beer and the ladies xD
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Here's another part from Tithe I found quite enjoyable:
Kaye sat down on the egde of his bed the way she would if she was in Janet's room and picked up the nearest comic book. It was all in Japanese. Blonde hero and heroine - she always thought it was weird there were so many blondes in anime - and a bad guy with really, really long black hair with a cool headpeice. A cute, fat ball with bat wings fluttering around as a sidekick. She flipped a little further. Hero lashing out naked in bad guy's bed. She stopped and stared at the picture. The blonde's head was thrown back in either ecstasy or terror as the villan licked one of his nipples.
She looked up at Corny and held out the book. "Let me guess...shounen-ai?"
Corny shot a glace at her from the computer, but she couldn't miss the smug expression. "Yeah."
Kaye wasn't sure what to say to that, which was probably the point. "You like boys?"
"There's a technical term for it," Corny said. "Faggot. Although those are mighty pretty boys."
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