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you know what?
i totally forgot what i was going to post about.
seriously.
so for the meantime, i'm going to have to make up another thing to write (type) about. bummer. (i can't really tell if my last idea was a good one, though. but it must've been, considering that i took the time to click for the 'create a new post' button, right?)
okay, so obviously nothing's new here--
wait. i just remembered something i wanted to write about. but it wasn't the idea i had before i opened blogger.
so, anyways, here goes.
my sister had her elementary grad today. yay for her. but what i'm writing about is not about her graduation. i'm writing about mine.
my graduation was a really sad event (not). it was a very eventful moment for all of us. we were about to leave the walls of our dear alma mater. we were about to separate (okay, i was going to be separated from them, but them not from each other). and you know what i was thinking while i was sitting there, in the blazing morning sun, in my little white toga?
"ohmygod, i'm probably never going to see these people ever again. YAY!!!!"
i couldn't help but smirk.
(contrary to my sister's graduation, wherein studes were crying while singing that 'farewell' song. eew. how cheesy.)
i'm just evil, don't you think?
but really, it's not like my old classmates were even remotely nice. if they were, id've fully forgiven them for all the wrong stuff they said behind my back. yes, JOYCE ANN P. GARCIA, i am talking to you. you are the most horrible peron that ever walked this planet. you have, apparently, no life of your own, (yes, i surmised as much), but is that reason enough to ruin another person's life, specifically mine? no. it most certainly is not. personally, id've picked hitler over you. and i'm only guessing you know who hitler is.
people might be asking why i hate this person so much. (yes, i don't dislike her. i hate her. to the bones. no, no...to the bone marrow. or whatever it is that's inside the bone. be it bone marrow or more bone.) but her evilness is far more than words could describe. trust me. i tried, but i failed (though not as miserable as i thought i would).
wait. brb. mom has to use the pc.
you know what?
i totally forgot what i was going to post about.
seriously.
so for the meantime, i'm going to have to make up another thing to write (type) about. bummer. (i can't really tell if my last idea was a good one, though. but it must've been, considering that i took the time to click for the 'create a new post' button, right?)
okay, so obviously nothing's new here--
wait. i just remembered something i wanted to write about. but it wasn't the idea i had before i opened blogger.
so, anyways, here goes.
my sister had her elementary grad today. yay for her. but what i'm writing about is not about her graduation. i'm writing about mine.
my graduation was a really sad event (not). it was a very eventful moment for all of us. we were about to leave the walls of our dear alma mater. we were about to separate (okay, i was going to be separated from them, but them not from each other). and you know what i was thinking while i was sitting there, in the blazing morning sun, in my little white toga?
"ohmygod, i'm probably never going to see these people ever again. YAY!!!!"
i couldn't help but smirk.
(contrary to my sister's graduation, wherein studes were crying while singing that 'farewell' song. eew. how cheesy.)
i'm just evil, don't you think?
but really, it's not like my old classmates were even remotely nice. if they were, id've fully forgiven them for all the wrong stuff they said behind my back. yes, JOYCE ANN P. GARCIA, i am talking to you. you are the most horrible peron that ever walked this planet. you have, apparently, no life of your own, (yes, i surmised as much), but is that reason enough to ruin another person's life, specifically mine? no. it most certainly is not. personally, id've picked hitler over you. and i'm only guessing you know who hitler is.
people might be asking why i hate this person so much. (yes, i don't dislike her. i hate her. to the bones. no, no...to the bone marrow. or whatever it is that's inside the bone. be it bone marrow or more bone.) but her evilness is far more than words could describe. trust me. i tried, but i failed (though not as miserable as i thought i would).
wait. brb. mom has to use the pc.
