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10-02-2007, 08:50 PM | #6304 (permalink) |
Imperfectly Perfect
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actually I think it would be cooler to have more poeple, you could be more selective choosing your friends.
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10-02-2007, 10:50 PM | #6306 (permalink) |
Freeskier
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Location: Istanbul was Constantinople now it's Istanbul not Constantinople...
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^my high school had about 3000, average class size about 30-35. Your school may have larger class sizes, but at mine at least, the size didnt hinder you at all if you actually wanted to do well. High school isn't really all that hard, sure some people have difficulties with some subjects, but if you're not lazy and actually put in the work, its pretty much easy as hell to get through. and kevorkian logic, college is way better, you're there with people who actually WANT to be there (well, the vast majority anyways), and generally, all the people who have the maturity of a 15 year old tend to skip out on the whole college thing. they're too busy going to clubs and attending beauty school.
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10-03-2007, 08:16 PM | #6307 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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school
counseling phone with gf walking drugs computer
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
10-03-2007, 08:18 PM | #6308 (permalink) |
Imperfectly Perfect
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my bf asked if I wanted to go to homecoomming.
I said no. Then realized he really wanted to go. So I pretended that I meant to say yes. Oops.
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10-04-2007, 03:18 AM | #6309 (permalink) | |
They call me Tundra Boy
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