oh man. i shouldn't do that to myself.
was looking through my school yearbook - and had to stop and read all the signatures and such. and of course i was struck with all kinds of nostalgia (thanks adria for remembering the word for me :P ) .... even though i hated school so much while i was there, suddenly i wish i was back there hanging with all the people that i'd known for months and months. oh drat sentimentality and seeing the past through rose coloured lenses. bah.
i got such nice signatures though.
"you have an amazing heart and a creative soul, all the best" - J. W.
"going to miss your one-of-a-kind-ness!" - Albert the Janitor
"hey, i don't care i like the collar. was great having an intellectual such as yourself to converse with" - K. H.
"hey lizzi i love the collar you are such a unique and talented person don't change & have fun" -K .C.
"remember grade 10 science? i don't." - J. J.
"duck tape :)" - E. D.
"don't fail at life!" - K. H.
"lizzi. you have made my life so much better by never being afraid to be yourself. you have never failed to encourage me when i was in doubt. i love you and will miss your presence at school next year! ♥" - T. F.
now i miss 'em. i miss 'em all.
(and yes, i know the title has no relevance. get over yourself.)
13.1.10
did you dry these in a rainforest? why? with the power of the death star, do we not have a tray that is fucking dry?
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albert's gone. now we have an indian(from-india-indian) woman who doesn't say much.
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