When You Don't Have Much To Say
*that's when I love you, I love you endlessly.
here's my promise made tonight
you can count on me for life.
Once again, the weekend has arrived.
I'm totally dreading it.
HOMEWORK.HOMEWORK.HOMEWORK.
*chants & meditates*
Sometimes, there's really so much to say. Sometimes, I don't know where to begin and where to end. It just comes naturally, the urge to want to tell you some things that you'd never knew. Of course, I'm smarter than you. HAHA. Just foolin' around. But there are times where one can't bottle up their feelings, there are times where confessions should just pour from our mouths. What's the use of hiding your feelings? Won't it be better if we could just express them openly? Yet again, the other party is the pivotal factor. Wouldn't it hurt to have someone call you names? Wouldn't it hurt to have someone bitch about you? Wouldn't you mind having a bad reputation in school? But these are the small nitty gritty things that make up our lives, everyday, people never fail to gossip. Everyday, some one gets hurt, physically or emotionally.
Yesterday's was Paula's PW pilot project. Here are just some random pictures brought to you from ME :D
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ohmy.joshua's being stabbed by jeremy & he still looks so happy!
O.O
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whoa. jeremy needn't look @ his opponent to fight.
haha. and their swords are so small. haha.
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shara: 'munees,why do you keep playing the wrong chords?!?'
munees:'*continues smiling*'
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this is Mr. Breakdancer. Showing off his moves.
haha.
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wth is meenie doing with those swords?