Finally cleaned my room after four years (and I mean clean cleaned, not “oh gosh roomchecks are in 10 minutes” cleaned) and found old pictures of me… I was the chubbiest middle-schooler. And can I forgot my fashion sense? Can I forget everything about those three years?
Also, I found a treasure map to a time capsule from 2004. The time capsule was buried in my father’s office under papers, exactly where the map said it would be. My dad didn’t know it was there… Shows where I get my cleanliness from.
Paris: They hate me, okay?
Rory: Who hates you?
Paris: Everyone. Everyone in the whole school hates me. Oh, yeah, they think I’m the best for the job, but they don’t want to go to the mall with me so they won’t vote for me and that means I’m going to lose.
Rory: Well, how is my running with you gonna change anything?
Is it bad that I took 10 minutes? WIBSTR 4 lyfe.
I just realized. While all my friends are so excited that they’re “done with physucks 5ever”, I have another year (at least) of mechanics. ;_________;