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Friday, October 10, 2008
Hey! Told you I was going to blog more often! Today is Marking day so I don't have to go to school, I'm at Ian's house right now (I'm using his notebook, and NO! it's not the one made out of paper, you idiots!)So, I'm using his notebook and he's kissing one of his bitches. I know you must be thinking 'ewww...' but no, i don't mind since i knew him since kindergarden, and his my best bud so I'm used to it.

But I hate it when he says:

'My bitches are your Bitches.'
Me: 'What the Hell, are you talking about? I ain't Lesbian, you know'
'I know, but you can have one of my bitches if you want, you know, if you ever change you mind.'

(threw the dictionary at him)
(hit his bitch instead)
(bitch screams)
(he starts to kiss her)
(she calms down)
(I'm left disgusted)

'Tsk, tsk. How desperate can you Bimbos get?'

I mean she's quite pretty you know, all his bitches always are, but yet they all fall into his arms. They have no self-respect and his Bitches are always from the popular clique. Even though, I'm not in same school as he is, I know there're Popular in his school. I could tell, I mean, come on there're are like Wild Parties every week and when I say wild, I mean 'WILD' and Yes, they do get drunk. I mean I been to a couple of their parties before and it was BORING. There was only mingling and nothing more. I would always sneak into one of the quiet rooms and listen to music (using my phone, I mean I don't have an ipod). Then, Ian will somehow (I don't know how) find me and then take me to his place to hang out. Then, we'll do something retarded (pretend to be ryan higa) or play basketball or something.

Anyways, back to the point for all of you girls out there who aren't like one of Ian's bitches, good for you! and For, you desperate people out there, Please stop, it's revolting to see you guys being so desperate. Channel your desperation into something more healthy like knee-boarding, helping out at SPCA or going on CIP trips in your school to other less developed countries like Thailand to teach those village children, english or something. JUST PLEASE STOP BEING SO DESPERATE! IT'S A DISGRACE TO THE FEMALE RACE! So in conclusion,

'Do your part! When, the Desperation stops, the Vomitting will stop too.'

Hey! To lighten our mood, let's watch this video.


and This too!



Beatboxing rules! Disney Rules! Disney Channel Games! Game On!
Ok, that's all the time i have left, till next time.
Later!


&babe i love you; nL.

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