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hott damn indeed. irridescent. like my denim school pants.
bite the teat.
time, unfortunately, to continue with school.
burninate.
*VOOM*
things to do:
-call Bellarmine Fin. Aid gents and figure some stuff out. <@}}}><{
-clean amassed shit from floor of living quarters <x}}}><{
-hang out w/ tee <^}}}><{
-eviscerate teams on NCAA March Madness 2006 (WKU 22-0) <^}}}><{
-watch Outlaw Star <^}}}><{
Me: "You see, but i'll STILL get a better grade than you because my skin is about four shades lighter..."
Roman: "Yes, but Mr. Cambron hates you, and that alone counts for eight shades."
FACT: Mr. Cambron cries at night when he is reminded that he has to teach me.
