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Nov 16, 2005 22:29

If you dont read this, if your eyes are not passing over this right now, even if we speak too often, please dont post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want- good or bad. When you're finished, please do not post this little paragraph on your livejournal to be surprised (or moritified) about what people remember about you ( Read more... )

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tarren112605 November 17 2005, 04:52:57 UTC
When you, Derrick, and Brian came over to my house and we all hung out and it was exciting and u layed in my living room floor and my mom asked u if u wanted a chair ahhahahah i love you adam...

fechuga

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twenty___twelve November 17 2005, 04:59:44 UTC
*7th grade break mostly everyday.
*uhh. staring contests that were never officially contests.
*everytime you tried to make me happy when i was upset over something stupid.
*of course, aim conversations.
*the time me, sam, rat and derrick came over to your house and..well, sam took a shower & stuff.
*INCUBUS DVD
*11:11
*lunch
*french horns. enough said.

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memory anothergurl November 17 2005, 08:49:39 UTC
i remember when I called ur band instrument a thingy muh bobber and u said u was gonna call it that too.

Magan P.

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gumpaz November 17 2005, 14:44:05 UTC
I remember when you gave me scary hugs. Oh wait... You still do...

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pillowstealerzz November 17 2005, 15:02:03 UTC
I remember when I used to give my trumpet to you when we had to help with the pit.
I remember when I called you after the Musical Review and I was pretending to be Autumn Payne… but you saw me the whole time.
I remember when I named your cat Mr. Bucklesandstraps Jr.
I remember when you said you’d have to get a haircut… but didn’t.
I remember when you used to have bad chapped lips during break at the middle school.
I remember when you used your phone to fool a teacher that there was a cat in the dumpster.
I remember when I couldn’t think of anything else that I remember about you.

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