| yus sur!!!
I just took my last final exam for pyschology class, it was a group test and my friend brought her freind who's a pysch major to help us. I need a 61/150 to get an A in the class, so umm I think I got that one. No more pysch class!
I have two class tomorrow and two exams next Thursday then I'm done!!!! A whole frickin month off.
That 70's show is on, it's pretty much my new favorite show. sweet
Now to the sad news of the week. Rachellllll She's leaving me to be a damn 'nole. Who wants to be a Seminole anyway...I mean did you not watch the game?? They suck and no, they aren't known for their academics! Seriously though, UCF's record is better than theirs right now, and we all know how sad that is. So now I might stay here at UCF verses moving to Tampa and getting an apt with rachface. My life is overrrrrrrr. I love Rachel and I'm happy you made a decision, I'm just gonna miss my best friend. No more dancing around in our underwear having pillow fights. No more causeway parties, no more bathroom parties, no more making lunch togeher and getting drunk at noon, no more family weddings and trips, no more going to dinner every night and me paying for you and you promising to pay me back after you get the pina coloda, the side salad, the appetizer the cowboy ribeye, and the thunder from down under, no more wine parties, no more going to Eddies, no more altiods, no more water bottles that look like they have gross ice tea in it, no more going to the movies drunk, no more ganging up on our boyfriends, no more scateboarding is my anti drug, no more getting high, no more making out with guys named luke, no more trying to make out with my man after I told you he was off limits, no more forcing Matt and I to go into the bedroom and do our thing as you walk in and watch, no more laying in Ryan's bed together, no more Maggie and that fat dog that can't move, no more chasing your gandmas fat cat around, no more brud and butter and mango and rocky and grandma with no legs, no more rachel. 13 years baby!
You just worry 'bout your jump rope and yo self.
You are no God, you cannot tell me what I can and can not do.
This is my strong hand.
I hate changes.
I love me! |