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06 November 2008
Forever God is with us, forever, forever.

(I know I look annoying, don't need you to tell me.)

Wowwwwwwwww, let me tell you an amazing dream.

I wore my PE shorts on the wrong side when we had PE.
(So the word "Compassvale" was like on the back of my butt)
And everyone in class was laughing in my face or something.
And I fell.
Okay, so no one from 1E laughed at me and neither did I fall.
How I wish my dreams could be much more interesting.



High School Musical 3 tomorrow!
Troy!
Gabriella!
Troy!
Gabriella!
Troy!
Gabriella!
Troy!
Gabriella!
Troy!
Gabriella!

You know, sometimes when you get hungry,
Your stomach has this hot, tingly sensation.
Like you're gonna have diahorrea anytime.
And shit will splatter on your pants and seat.
Yeah, I'm having this feeling now.

This LJ blogshop model is pretty.
She's my girlfriend, yo.
http://sweetvinyl.livejournal.com
(Owner of blogshop, see, I'm helping you advertise)

Watch out babes, I'm going to be your boyfriend/Troy tomorrow.
Yo man yo.
Peace out.