One memory that sticks out is after the trumpet trombone softball game and Steve was complaining. And I had said something about how much he bitches, and you started laughing and said I right. And how much fun we when you got accepted into Crane. Good times.
LOL! Voice Class with Griff! I had forgotten that I sag that song. From Once Upon A Mattress. :):) You were even better though, especially when you sang Your Daddy's Son from Ragtime.
so many so manymusicgimpFebruary 13 2005, 00:02:58 UTC
molly, i don't know where i'd be without you, here's a laundry list for you
that time in eighth grade where we did the project in social studies, that time in eigth grade when it was cool to have beanie babies and we always counted to see who had more, you always won, i think we lost touch for a short time after that, but i'll always remember chicken in the art room, sailor moon vs. buffy, up all nights whenever we could do it, pops all 4 years, senior year pops, random pictures that decorate my room of all of us at one time or another, my graduation party and the fun time afterwards, boob job, it's not a party until there is something in my clevage, dance class, oww that hurts, gym class, no carb, beer and dorritos, not only and but on! the good times....... the bad times...... the times that blew so hard whales couldn't have done it........ christmas break, new years, baby kitty! big hugs!
Re: so many so manyturtletimeFebruary 13 2005, 16:43:16 UTC
I could even add more! The eighth grade farewell, The times in homeroom when Mrs. Micha would tell us to be quiet, fudgies in your backyard, talking about your goofy sisters, and all those times we hung out with Kate and the gang, the lunchtable senior year...It goes on FOREVER.
are you serious?quiet_storm33February 16 2005, 06:04:23 UTC
Um... Ex-boys and girls from hell. Breaking couches. Screaming, SCREAMING girls. But in a good way. Being signed into KN. The warmest hugs. My Ms. Molly. MINE. Your Mr. Mo Mo? I dunno. Country "music" sucks more than rap. Except Mr. Cash. Period. Being your chauffer. Your family. Seriously. Have we had any moments, jokes, or discussions in regards to your family? ANY? Um... HCT? Common link. I dunno. Sorry, if I write too many more, I'll probably have the cops visiting. Too many more. Leave ME love... in your journal.
Re: are you serious?turtletimeFebruary 16 2005, 20:06:21 UTC
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Heeheehee. SO MANY memories you and I have shared, huh? My Mo. Not Mo Mo, that's odd. You're not my chauffer. Your just on the list of people who don't mind driving me around. :) LOL, family jokes? LOL. Yay for Helena! No more cops. That is a new rule.
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I do remember that. I also remember it was rather coldthat day, I was wearing a skirt, and I somehow ended up as third base umpire. LOL
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that time in eighth grade where we did the project in social studies, that time in eigth grade when it was cool to have beanie babies and we always counted to see who had more, you always won, i think we lost touch for a short time after that, but i'll always remember chicken in the art room, sailor moon vs. buffy, up all nights whenever we could do it, pops all 4 years, senior year pops, random pictures that decorate my room of all of us at one time or another, my graduation party and the fun time afterwards, boob job, it's not a party until there is something in my clevage, dance class, oww that hurts, gym class, no carb, beer and dorritos, not only and but on! the good times....... the bad times...... the times that blew so hard whales couldn't have done it........ christmas break, new years, baby kitty! big hugs!
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It's good to have friends like you. :)
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Ex-boys and girls from hell.
Breaking couches.
Screaming, SCREAMING girls. But in a good way.
Being signed into KN.
The warmest hugs.
My Ms. Molly. MINE. Your Mr. Mo Mo? I dunno.
Country "music" sucks more than rap. Except Mr. Cash. Period.
Being your chauffer.
Your family. Seriously. Have we had any moments, jokes, or discussions in regards to your family? ANY?
Um... HCT? Common link. I dunno.
Sorry, if I write too many more, I'll probably have the cops visiting.
Too many more.
Leave ME love... in your journal.
I love you too much MY Ms. Molly.
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Heeheehee. SO MANY memories you and I have shared, huh?
My Mo. Not Mo Mo, that's odd.
You're not my chauffer. Your just on the list of people who don't mind driving me around. :)
LOL, family jokes? LOL.
Yay for Helena!
No more cops. That is a new rule.
I Love you My Mo. Very much.
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