If you read this, even if I don't speak to you often, you must post a memory of me. It can be anything you want, it can be good or bad, just so long as it happened.
Then post this to your journal. See what people remember about you...
Why didn't I think of that one! It was particularly memorable for me because I was, in fact, in a tree at the time. Not a naturally tenable state for one as opposed to physical activity as I am. On the other hand, I am inclined to sloth... get it! Sloth?!
Forgiveness. But that was so much fun... if it weren't so cold, I'd go back there and do it again right now!
Thrill me chill me fulFILL me, creature of the night!
~_^
I remember the dominoes as well. Rather than play the silly game, I used to make little towers out of them -- for such are the follies of youth. Now, I just type away at my little keyboard and never do anything else. C'est la vie. *le "nostalgic tear"*
Hmmmm... I don't have a whole lot of time to go through... but, oh!
I remember you beating Woody with a Bible at upstate JSHS.
Tsk tsk, child. I'm suprised God has taken such a revenge on me, the apostate, and yet you haven't been struck by lighting for such blatant blasphemy. Maybe it has to do with that I *used* to be religious, and am no longer... Sigh. You heathen.
Hey, God works in mysterious ways. It may even be that I made everyone more righteous by laying siege to the forces of evil pent up within hapless Woody... disrespect for sacred texts notwithstanding. What have *YOU* done to correct the path of sinners? See, that's what I thought!
Also, FIGHT JOHNSON! there is strength in numbers. i guarantee you francis and me'll back it up. and of course woody would too. yo, that was a sick phrase "woody would." lo siento, cubanito. it just came out.
I remember sitting in the hall outside McTigue's room and you were sitting on the floor and I was standing next to you and petting your hair (as I often do) when Mr. Curry walked down the stairs and gave us a very strange look before continuing on his way. I think he was traumatized. Poor man. ~_^
I remember, it was I believe the end of seventh grade... mayhap eighth, and I was sitting outside the auditorium waiting for a ride home and I told you of how my father says to my grandmother "holaquetalbienytu."
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And for some reason, I remember playing dominoes with you in Ms. Erenstoft's class, long ago. Neither of us knew how to play. Ah, youth.
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Forgiveness. But that was so much fun... if it weren't so cold, I'd go back there and do it again right now!
Thrill me chill me fulFILL me,
creature of the night!
~_^
I remember the dominoes as well. Rather than play the silly game, I used to make little towers out of them -- for such are the follies of youth. Now, I just type away at my little keyboard and never do anything else. C'est la vie. *le "nostalgic tear"*
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I remember you beating Woody with a Bible at upstate JSHS.
Tsk tsk, child. I'm suprised God has taken such a revenge on me, the apostate, and yet you haven't been struck by lighting for such blatant blasphemy. Maybe it has to do with that I *used* to be religious, and am no longer... Sigh. You heathen.
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Also, FIGHT JOHNSON! there is strength in numbers. i guarantee you francis and me'll back it up. and of course woody would too. yo, that was a sick phrase "woody would." lo siento, cubanito. it just came out.
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i already told you about the frida khalo thing
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And I still hold it doesn't make me look like Frida Kahlo. You and your overactive imagination...
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I remember, it was I believe the end of seventh grade... mayhap eighth, and I was sitting outside the auditorium waiting for a ride home and I told you of how my father says to my grandmother "holaquetalbienytu."
Good times!
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