BEEP!

Meh. People are slowly discovering I have this journal. Poo. That means they can read my horrible poetry. Gross. Ah well. Sucks to be me I guess. LAALALLALALA. Teresa knows I like Scott, she doesn't seem to be...I dunno. I don't know how I expected her to react. Ah well. You know, I'm crazy, so what does it matter. Crap. I have to go babysit for 9 hours. I'd better get paid -really- well or I'll be SO pissed off. Seriously. 5 kids for like 9 hours. AGH! Why did I agree?! I should have just said my mom wouldn't let me. I don't wanna! AH!!! Oh well then I'll have money. Amy you are so messed up. I will not get a date to homecoming. So stop playing with me. You are more likely to. HAHA. Anyways. Good bye.
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ha ha, me a date to homecomming...thats a good one...i will laugh in your face when you do get a date...ha ha...ha ha sucks to be you...9 hours...5 kids...he he...i'm sorry...bye
loveya
amy
[Anonymous]
yeah right...me get a date...ha ha ha ha ha...that is the most funny thing...now you on the other hand...its like a given...you are so awesome, funny, and cute...so yep, you are going to get a date...heck, i'm sure stalker boy has already asked you...ha ha
loveya
amy
[Anonymous]
hey your poetry is good stuff. haha. im like leaving comments on every entry. oh well. ive nothing better to do.
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