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i still eat grapes for dinner

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Friday, April 9, 2010 Photobucket
please;

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SO, i was supposed to skip the whole burning-worthless-paper-under-scorching-sun process(ching ming) tomorrow and go to beloved Camerons with my even more beloved committee.


but because of all this and that nonsense it's cancelled(again), and i am now a brainless boob wandering in a purple sea.


meh. i'm still gonna skip ching ming anyway, and head to church at 6 am.


unless..


will someone PLEASE drive me up to camerons tomorrow? so i won't exactly be lying to my parents lalala. i've never been there and my dad finished my strawberries. please :(



..........................................?

well okay fine, that was a ridiculous request.



but will someone come visit me in church? cause i think my hands will scream of company. your company.