gonna go through the weekened since I haven't written in a few days... Friday: had our football game...wow was it cold and wet...it poured almost the whole game and we were so cold....my chucks got SO muddy I can't even take it...i started to lose my voice...omg, on the bus home someone peed in my iced tea container and a bottle....it was so funny...and warm hahahaha... ******************************************* Saturday: chaotic day in the beginning...Maggie and Neal came up...we went down to Hazleton...we had a parade but I wasn't supposed to go but I wound up going and marching anyway...the busride there was alright but the busride back was amazing...there are no words...the parade itself was yuck and it was cold and wet and I was getting sicker by the minute...so we got back from the parade and my brother and I hung out for a little bit until the Homecoming dance...that was a blast lemme tell you...mr. perfect wound up going and that made me happy until he didn't even say hi...that kinda sucked...me and my girls (and Dylan)danced the "whole" night (it was only 2 hours!!)...they had some ok music...I felt alone alot because everyone had their dates etc...we requested some good songs and I had a good time all around...got home and crashed... ****************************************** Sunday: is now...I just got up and I'm watching the parade on TV...today will consist of doing my homework and trying to get better because I'm going to Villanova tomorrow =) ****************************************** wow.....that was a long entry and I didn't even use lyrics yet...sometimes they're needed... **the wilted flowers that I gave were not as nice as your bouquet all the lyrics that I wrote not as smart as the words you spoke the starlight above my hometown ain’t as bright as the star I’ve found every drawing that I drew was never ever as cute as you I swear I’m not kidding the night time is so pretty with all the stars above your eyes I’m sneaking out and making ties states that keep us far apart track the beating with a chart mark the rhythms that I shook every time I caught you look** | |h e l l 0 g 0 0 d b y e | | r0cking out, ~jean m/