MERRY FREAKING CHRISTMAS
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Four score years, living down in this rain-swept town.
Sea-salt tears swimming round as the rain comes down.
Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me?
Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me?
A letter for me.
From my own true love, lost at sea.
Lost at sea.

It hurt so bad it made me throw up. I haven't felt pain like that in so long. I know now why I don't miss that habit. At all. I now know why I don't miss that part of me.

No one knows directly what I'm talking about besides Kristin. I don't ( Read more... )

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That's it. No more friends for me. None.
I get too attached and when I feel as if I'm slowly being replaced, I cry myself to sleep for days upon days because I can never tell that friend that I'm feeling replaced because it makes me feel selfish.

On a happier note, due to Christa's urge for Mexican food, we ate at Frontera tonight. Her and I are ( Read more... )

I know I always complain about having so much dance. But, I love it. I absolutely love it. I love hanging out with Christa and Courtney and creating more and more inside jokes. Christa is my favourite tenth grader. LoL. Lame, but it's true. She's so cool. And Courtney is just as swell. And, without her great skills, we could never remember our ( Read more... )

Whoa. I just realized two things.

+Plain White T's are really good.
+Whipped cream is gross.

Once again, I HAVE DANCE TONIGHT! I love love love dance. But, I don't want to have it three nights in a row. Especially when it's only for a Christmas Show. If it were competition, I would completely understand.

And, Ms.Marston needs to go back to college ( Read more... )

It's official. Dance is taking over my life. Rather, competition team is taking over my life.

Today, I didn't eat anything because I couldn't find time to find something to eat. Tuesday, we have normal practice. Wednesday, we have extra hip-hop practice. Thursday, we have to go to the Methodist church to rehearse for this Saturday's lame " ( Read more... )

Soooooo.
Tonight at dance was weird. That person that I want to befriend. I'm always in a good mood until I feel as if I have embarassed myself/made myself seem more unlikeable. I hate how much I want her to be my friend. But, whatever. I really wish I could change it, though.
I might be going to see Mashlin and Rookie of the Year on Monday :) If ( Read more... )

1. Full Name: Brittany Summer Amick ( Read more... )