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"..a happily ever after below the waist."
ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW.

“..I’m an addict for dramatics; I confuse the two for love.” –Taking Back Sunday

I'm Chelsea Beckett & Joseph Mark Trohman is my hero.
Cheers.

I’m every cliché but I simply do it best.




WHERE YOU WANT TO BE.

To the emergency exit door, no.


al/alister; the resident couch potato.
Anderson D./Andy
arvy.
audreyyyy.
bamba.
The BarBars.
bets/betina.
bianca.
brittany & casey.
cheenyka.
chi; simply indescribable.
christina marie.
dindin, dingdong.
disconinjas.
ells; the Fall Out Boy chic.
hannah c.
hudaaaaa.
ice.
ickbal.
iman.
izaq.
jammie.
jana.
jemuel.
joakk/joey/quack.
jolin.
joel
jovan.
justin.
kathrine.
katkat/kathrina.
kathleen.
kevin
kim.
kriztine abigail.
krizteena.
leiz; still the blabla.
manuel.
margaret.
maria natacia.
marlieeee/marla.
melanie a.
Mary Jayy/Mary Jane/Mary Joyce.
millah.
mizwarr.
monica/monix.
mumz.
mykaa.
nabs/bilay.
naqieyahh; pronounced na-KEE-yah.
Neesah aka Victoria.
Nicholle Zoe.
nikita.
nikki.
nina.
paths; the photographer.
pinkyy.
rcheller; the Manhattanite.
rhona.
ria.
relzz.
rielle/jan.
rosemary.
rubianca.
sarrrr.
seebs.
sim.
syiqah.
shanny!
steessh; the LOUD.
tashaa/nats; for cookies click here.
tiaraaa.
timmy.
umi; the taller one.
ummi syahirah.
wryck.
viel.
yerraaa.
yvonne&rora.
yzma/amelia/ismey
zim.
zim & friends.
zul.




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LOUDER NOW.

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Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Da-Dum-Tssss 6:44 AM

Aikks, Nicks and I were really bored just now during lab so we went to well-- bored.com so like, yeah, we found this site on how to annoy the heck out of people and yeah, we sure did. I kept singing The Lion Sleeps Tonight’ every time the computer lagged and yeah, that pissed my seatmates off. HAHA. Schtoopit.

And then like in class, Nicks and I kept singing Sweet Child o’ Mine over and over, the way the guy really sings it and people kept staring. LMAO. I think I’ll do that again tomorrow x]

You know how friends have play fights right? Me, Aikks and Nicks had one just now, it wasn’t that serious, we were just fooling around. They ended up changing seats and I was left alone. Cause like, the two went gaga throwing my stuff on the floor so like, I was so sasak I screamed out in play-frustration and it was loud enough for Teacher Geography to hear.


‘Cher: Chelsea, what’s going on?

Chels: Nothing. *At Aikks and Nicks* YOU PEOPLE ARE RETARDS!! *Back at ‘cher* Not you ‘cher.

‘Cher: If they’re retards, then why are you sitting with them?!

Chels: Because they’re my friends!!

*Class laughs hysterically*

‘Cher: *Sigh*


And at that point Aikks went like, ‘Nicks, she called us retards, let’s get away from her’ and yeah, they moved away. STUPID. :] But of course, it being just a play fight and us being too close friends we forgot we were having a row and yeah started talking again during break. HAHA, RETARDED, YES?

So anyway, Aikks, Nicks, Qawi, Brandy and me went incredibly nuts during the last two periods. All because of Syed’s stinking elbow. Didja know it was called a funny bone? A funny bone! Honestly x| So yeah, I asked Qawi, why oh why in the world it was called a funny bone, and then he just pointed at his and started laughing, going all ‘See? Funny bone!’ And I just went along with it, annoying Aikks and Nicks with my ‘funny bone’. STUPID. You know how like, when people tell a joke, they nudge you with their elbow, which incidentally is their funny bone?? Hahaha, so I kept nudging Aikks going all ‘Funny bone!! Geddit? Geddit?!’ And you know how like, when a standup comedian tells a joke and when he reaches the punch line, the drums go like ‘ta-tug-tssssss’? Yeah, well me and Nicks kept annoying Aikko by going ‘ta-tug-tssssss’ after every thing she says. HAHA. Oh yes, you’ll pretty much get real ticked off if you ever sit next to me OR Nicks, so beware.

That’s about if for today, ciao then yes?

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