Firstly, thanks for my welcome Becky =p
I too have a plan.
1. get motivated
2. stop wasting my life
3. give up msn
that last one’s not gonna happen.
Anyway, I am Happy. “Why?” I hear you ask eagerly. Well I’ll tell you.
I am in the semis for my hockey comp. Which is pretty darn brilliant for our team (which kinda sucks, but hey, they’re cool kids). So yeh. Happy!!
may the force be with you my little munchkins. promise i’ll write something better next time. maybe you can read something i’ve written in the past. i’ll go find something. await anxiously. or death be with you. *cough*
Congrats on Hockey!
I wish my parents would let me play
Motivation is overrated.
You’d better post stuff you’ve written.
Stop calling me Becky… and munchkins are the people on my bus, not me.
you would play hockey? best. sport. ever.
why wont they let you?
and yes, i will find some stuff. i’ll look now for you. =]
Apparently if I play hockey one of two things will happen.
1) I will badly hurt someone
2) Someone will badly hurt me
I guess they just don’t think that it is a good idea to let me run wild with a stick and hit things.
I guess I can sympathise.
But if they’re so worried about me hurting people they should def. keep me away from brown-eyes since whenever I see him I feel the urge to ram his own goddamn hockey-stick up his ass.
Anyway… hope you post some of that cring-worthy poetry you mentioned before…