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God bless the class of 2005 on thier senior trip next year.

ive been at this school for 14 years.  throughout those years ive made tons of friends, and a few bestest friends....actually...three. joe, peyton and kristen. thats it. six months ago, if you would have asked me how many i had...it would have been five....but since i discovered that two of them were the most repulsive, compulsive liars ever, i want nothing to do with them.  they both suck and deserve to be hit in the nose 2000 times. ;)

ok-senior trip summary.

the saturday we left-  i was supposed to get up at 4 and get a shower, do my hair, and finish packing, but i woke up at 5 and barely got dressed in time to make it to school by 5:45. then my grandmother decided to scream and yell at me for  an hour about how much i use her and irritate her...adn that when i got home from this trip, my life would be different...things were gonna get worse.. so that stressed me even more. by this time i was in tears.  but as soon as i got to school and saw those beautiful people that ive known since i was a baby- i was okay....off to hot-lanta!

that night we arrived at the pubical inn. the sheets were filled with pubes...the dawer next to the bed had a pube in it...there was used soap with.......pubes in it...and used shampoo. the toilet was dirty there was cum next to the bed on the carpet. and a nice little blanket of brown sauce on one of the chairs. ha! shitty. and we had to sleep in that shit...grossy..im sick just thinking about it again.

sunday- we ended up going to this baptist chuch. blah..the service was conviently the same day as the pastor's 15 year anniversary. it was forever long...we sang the chorus to one song at least 12 times...no lie. borrinnnng...  that night we stayed in a cute hotel. it even smelt good. ;)

monday- williamsburg. blah...that was the most pointless thing ever...eight hours of walking around this fake little town where people wake up everyday and perform like they live like that...w/e  it was pointless...what kind of town still wears old dresses and makes thier own energy and shoes, but has a starbucks and barns and nobles with normal dressed teenage workers..haha!

tuesday...washington dc baby. the rest of the week is just tours upon tours upon tours...to many to even remember.

friday!!! shitttt... it started out fun. when we got to out hotel rooms, we prank called our boys and we got them!!! haha... but somehow between all the laughing, the phone hung up..so we got a call back from a boy that just chhhewwwed us out for no reason. thats when it all started..little erienne got pissed..they told me that i had no opinion and that i couldnt speak for myself. bulllshit i say whatever i want. no one dictates to me. it was horrid...matt, who for the longest time i thought was just the best person in the world, called my best friend a hoe and called me a bitch.....since about 6 months ago, me adn him havent talked because i started to realize that he is a hypocrite and that he has nothing going for him...hell always be a loser, a follower, and a liar. i wanted nothing to do with him, and this just made it worse. i got on the phone and cussed him and every boy he was rooming with out. ;( they made me say bad words. ;) so yeah..for three hours almost i was just sitting there screaming and crying to him...and u know what he did? he made fun of me....wtf. i said fuck it, i give up. fuck a matt nelson and ANYone who associates with him. ur not a true friend to me if u can stand him for that. its ok..when i called kemo later that night..everything was immediately better....he makes everything better. he doesnt even have to say anything...just knowing he's on the other line makes me smile from ear to ear. he's just my boy...

sunday on the bus was hard...everyone was pissed cause of what had happened..and the boys who didnt know yet were being retarted and talking about chodes the whole time.  but as soon as i got home i got suprised with my NEW car...its pimp...im inlove with it. i sit in it sometimes and just play with all the little buttons. =) hehe.

oh cheerleading competitions on...gotta go...

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its me and kemo's =)