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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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Thursday, August 7, 2008
It's "Dumping People Into Trash Cans" Day 4:51 PM

I’m not kidding. We had a lot of free time today which the guys deliberately spent grabbing other guys (smaller than them, of course), head and ankles, and throwing them into that big garbage bin outside the classroom. Things they get up to nowadays huh? Some people. It was hilarious though pitying, seeing them picking up some unaware random classmate and they’d be all kicking and screaming and all that. Isaac, you started this. They even picked up Chuck (who is by the way, pretty tall) and tried throwing him in. So his name isn’t really Chuck. Actually, it’s Brandy, well, not even Brandy, Branden but yeah, for some weird melodramatic reason, everyone calls him Chuck. At least, I do.

Yeah. Uncanny.

Not feeling that good today, being in a post-fever period. Walked in the rain yesterday, and yeah, ended up with a mild fever. But at least it’s not that bad now, Hallelujah. Post-fever period, that’s all. I have this bitter taste in my mouth : But anyway, not gonna let something like that ruin my day. Days. Or whatever.

This week has been awesome so far. Man. But it’s been rather…vague. I can’t really make anything out of the past few days. Odd.

I can’t wait for tomorrow, these people from the American Navy thing are gonna play some music at school, like a gig or something. Haha, something to look forward to. Probably gonna hang back after class, grab lunch and head back. It’s gonna be legendary. Haha, that came off a little weird. I don’t know. It’s like, this phrase stuck in my head, courtesy of Ells and her How I Met Your Mother Quotes marathon. It’s gonna be legendary. LEGENDARY.

I really gotta stop.

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