this is the best birthday cake ever. I, sir, am very jealous.
this is kinda good.
SUMMER 2007
It was a perfect day, second week of summer. I was hanging out with my friends Allie, Claudine and Jack at this place downtown, and i saw someone walking down the street. he was wearing white button up shirt with the sleeve folded up his arms and jeans and he didnt look he belonged there, oh well. Then he came to us,
“hey excuse me do you know where the Barlimont Cafe at?”
I was astonished seeing how charming he was
I never wrote anything more knowing that it was gonna turn out to be supercheesy.
I’m gonna have to make the biggest decision in 3 months. It’s gonna be hard as fuck, but I’ll live and I’m sure I’m gonna get out of it pretty much alive and well. Whatever I choose then, will be because I think it’s the best for MYSELF. Sooo selfish, but if it’s not me who lives my life for myself, who will?
I’m an adult, hell, I’ve been an adult for more than a year now, and what’s much more of an initiation than taking a big leap in life? Like I said, I’d risk everything just to actually take a sip in the river of life.
I cant tell you what this is I’m talking about yet but something might or might not happen in July. And if it does, I just wanna let you know that I love you, and whatever it is, it doesn’t have anything to do with you.
M.I.D.T.E.R.M.S = Man, I Doubt These Exams Really Mean Shit
Fuck midterms, man. I seriously cant comprehend the underlying intention of midterms. I mean, seriously, what do we need these for? Just for the sake of filling 30% of our grades? I think a better way to do that would be giving us projects to do. That would be more effective.
I’m ranting. I’m gonna stop right here.
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