i decided to play a
game on everyone else. every ten minutes, i would ask for more
paper even though i didn't actually need it. the fear in the
eyes of my fellow classmates as they thought i was on my 10th
page of my essay whilst they were on their first was
priceless
a boyfriend who had a
wicked hot cousin. they knew i found him attractive. so, being
the two that they were, they forced jarrod into my bedroom, as i
was awtching tv, in just. a. bra.
Texting
Mom: Mom:Hi Sweetie, do your (.)(.) still hurt from the
optition? Me: Um.. Mom.. check what you just sent me. Mom: What? It means eye, right? I saw it on your
brothers phone texting his gf, it said 'I love looking at your
beautiful (.)(.) Me: No Mom. It doesn't. Mom:...
When I moved to a new school,
I talked in a british accent and told everyone I was from England
and I had a whole backstory planned and I told people the crappy
clothes I wore were the british trend and all cool british people
would wear them and long story short those idiots still believe
I'm English.
So, my school had a high school
talent show and the seniors were making fun of the principle
who graduated in the years of '69 because my principle likes
to talk about the days back in '69'. The principle was in
the room when this was happening and she was actually laughing..
mostly because... she had no idea what the real meaning of 69
was.
Me: I hate you
all. Cute Boy: -Exists- Me: Except you..
you're cute.. Cute Boy:
Me:
Cute Boy:
Me:
Cute Boy:
Me:
Cute Boy:
Me:
Cute Boy:
Me: Let me love you.