Mlle. Smith and I just kind of shared how we felt about this little predicament we constantly finds ourselves in this year. It's the closest to a heart-to-heart I've ever been with anybody, and it was barely anything.
Anyways, I've long gotten over Mlle. Velasco and Mlle. Yasakova, and I am glad that Mlle. Smith is too. It was actually Mlle. Velasco anyways; I've never really clicked quite right with Mlle. Yasakova and am actually glad to see her go. It was Mlle. Velasco who I always have a jolly time with, but if she wants out, then who am I to stop her? I mean, I've tried getting the four of us back together at my sleepover, but that apparently didn't work. If it is just me and Mlle. Smith who are putting effort into this unrequited relationship, why should we bother at all?
Mlle. Smith and I can have fun by ourselves. We'll go to Catalina after graduation to spend a weekend there. Mlle. Velasco and Yasakova can suck it for all I care.
During Mme. Berman's lecture, Mlle. Johnston went on a poking rampant. I must have jumped out of my seat when I felt the first poke. Anyways, she poked me to let me know that during my walk back to M. Dowden's class, she was watching me and thought I was really pretty with the wind in my hair. She said I had a very satisfied and accomplished look on my face. My God, that was probably that funniest thing someone'd ever said to me because when I was walking back to M. Dowden's room, I happened to forget which one was his, so I just picked a random room (which turned out to be right) and was thinking, "Eff this. If it's wrong, it's wrong. I'll go to the next room if it's wrong."
Mlle. Johnston also found a person to fall in love with. He's a homeschool-er. Our grade. Very cute, tall, and tan. With very, very nice abs. I hope they'll get together and she'll take him to prom. She's pretty and does not deserve to settle for ugly boys like her ex-boyfriend.
Anyways, I've long gotten over Mlle. Velasco and Mlle. Yasakova, and I am glad that Mlle. Smith is too. It was actually Mlle. Velasco anyways; I've never really clicked quite right with Mlle. Yasakova and am actually glad to see her go. It was Mlle. Velasco who I always have a jolly time with, but if she wants out, then who am I to stop her? I mean, I've tried getting the four of us back together at my sleepover, but that apparently didn't work. If it is just me and Mlle. Smith who are putting effort into this unrequited relationship, why should we bother at all?
Mlle. Smith and I can have fun by ourselves. We'll go to Catalina after graduation to spend a weekend there. Mlle. Velasco and Yasakova can suck it for all I care.
During Mme. Berman's lecture, Mlle. Johnston went on a poking rampant. I must have jumped out of my seat when I felt the first poke. Anyways, she poked me to let me know that during my walk back to M. Dowden's class, she was watching me and thought I was really pretty with the wind in my hair. She said I had a very satisfied and accomplished look on my face. My God, that was probably that funniest thing someone'd ever said to me because when I was walking back to M. Dowden's room, I happened to forget which one was his, so I just picked a random room (which turned out to be right) and was thinking, "Eff this. If it's wrong, it's wrong. I'll go to the next room if it's wrong."
Mlle. Johnston also found a person to fall in love with. He's a homeschool-er. Our grade. Very cute, tall, and tan. With very, very nice abs. I hope they'll get together and she'll take him to prom. She's pretty and does not deserve to settle for ugly boys like her ex-boyfriend.
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