Sarah sarah BO bara! Banana nana FO farah! Fee fi FO farah...SARAH!
Let's try.....TUCKER!
Tucker tucker BO bucker! Banana nana FO fucker! Fee fi FO fu...oops.
Now that I got that out of my system, let's chat, shall we?
I can relate to this post...or at least I could. To begin with, parents. Ha. Parents. You can't live with them and you can't live with them. Oh shoot. Between the end of your junior year, and the end of your senior year, parents are good at one thing: questioning. It seems like everything has a deadline at this time in your life, and they want to make sure you meet those deadlines. The solution for this is either A: Avoid telling your parents anything about your life, or B: Tell them things, and hush hush that devil voice in your stomach that screams when they ask you questions. Things will eventually get better in this department. I promise
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you know what, kevin? you're special. yes, parents. spot on with the parents paragraph. in fact, spot on with the entire comment. it was wonderful. made me feel hella better. you're good at that for reals. in closing, thank you X 10^34.
One thing I've learned over the past year is that cute streets should not be taken for granted. And trees. Their life and grace is something to be envied in this day and age.
Speaking of life and grace, ms. sarah, you are in the minority of people who are filled with both. Please stay that way. It makes me smile. I hope to see you this summer, it shall be good.
Post Script: sufjan stevens - in the devil's territory. it's my favorite song to listen to when it's raining.
ummmmm seriously? you're like the greatest, jon ufer. i hardly know you at all and i think you're the greatest. thank you thank you thank you. we will see each other this summer, yes!
oh geeze, as if I don't talk enough already...phoenix238May 17 2006, 00:01:25 UTC
ugh, I just like to follow crowds and post comments after everyone else did and probably repeat the same things that everyone else said (because I'm too lazy and don't care enough to read all of them) but anyway, sorry if this sounds cynical and shitty (like I usually do..I'm just in that kind of mood right now) but anyway, ignore that superfluous bit of information mentioned above, the reason I'm posting a comment is because sometimes I hear about all this bullshit that you have to do in high school and it reminds me of when I had to do all of the same shit last year, and so I feel not only obligated, but obliged to give you some advice and/or hopeful words of *cough*wisdom*cough* (even though every time I try to give you "advice", its usually something along the lines of "IB is a joke! don't waste your time! its easy! don't even try anymore! I hate high school so much! bitch bitch bitch
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Re: oh geeze, as if I don't talk enough already...rita_meter_maidMay 21 2006, 16:17:04 UTC
hahaha when i saw this, i thought: "marisa must have copy and pasted her wikipedia page onto my livejournal. that bitch." but then i read it and thought: "ohhh mannnn. see? marisa is the nicest ever! see????" i'm not even joking. long comments are automatically humorous in my book. but when they've got tons of wise and hilarious and sweet things to say, they're even better. thanks so much.
p.s. i always think of those weird pictures. always. it...needs to stop, really.
The decision has been made that I haven't talked to you in ages and I hope you're doing good. I don't know how much of a decision was needed in that statement, so I suppose it was more of an epiphany. Yeah, that's what it was...an epiphany.
hahahahaha. man, it has been too long. thinking back, i can't quite understand why you would ever want to talk to me again. i was probably the most obnoxious 8th grader ever. and i thought you were the coolest. dumb, huh.
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Let's try.....TUCKER!
Tucker tucker BO bucker! Banana nana FO fucker! Fee fi FO fu...oops.
Now that I got that out of my system, let's chat, shall we?
I can relate to this post...or at least I could. To begin with, parents. Ha. Parents. You can't live with them and you can't live with them. Oh shoot. Between the end of your junior year, and the end of your senior year, parents are good at one thing: questioning. It seems like everything has a deadline at this time in your life, and they want to make sure you meet those deadlines. The solution for this is either A: Avoid telling your parents anything about your life, or B: Tell them things, and hush hush that devil voice in your stomach that screams when they ask you questions. Things will eventually get better in this department. I promise ( ... )
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you're special.
yes, parents. spot on with the parents paragraph.
in fact, spot on with the entire comment. it was wonderful. made me feel hella better. you're good at that for reals.
in closing, thank you X 10^34.
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Speaking of life and grace, ms. sarah, you are in the minority of people who are filled with both. Please stay that way. It makes me smile. I hope to see you this summer, it shall be good.
Post Script: sufjan stevens - in the devil's territory. it's my favorite song to listen to when it's raining.
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you're like the greatest, jon ufer. i hardly know you at all and i think you're the greatest. thank you thank you thank you. we will see each other this summer, yes!
p.s. consider it downloaded.
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but anyway, ignore that superfluous bit of information mentioned above, the reason I'm posting a comment is because sometimes I hear about all this bullshit that you have to do in high school and it reminds me of when I had to do all of the same shit last year, and so I feel not only obligated, but obliged to give you some advice and/or hopeful words of *cough*wisdom*cough* (even though every time I try to give you "advice", its usually something along the lines of "IB is a joke! don't waste your time! its easy! don't even try anymore! I hate high school so much! bitch bitch bitch ( ... )
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but then i read it and thought: "ohhh mannnn. see? marisa is the nicest ever! see????"
i'm not even joking. long comments are automatically humorous in my book. but when they've got tons of wise and hilarious and sweet things to say, they're even better. thanks so much.
p.s. i always think of those weird pictures. always. it...needs to stop, really.
p.p.s. no joke, ditto to the max.
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man, it has been too long.
thinking back, i can't quite understand why you would ever want to talk to me again. i was probably the most obnoxious 8th grader ever. and i thought you were the coolest. dumb, huh.
your epiphany is appreciated beaucoup.
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