I finally got a new monitor. I- being an idiot blonde- washed my monitor with Windex, causing it to spazz. It developed two largo black dots- one over the upper right corner, one in the lower left corner- that I've had to navigate around for the last week. This new one is quite wide, but it adjusted. The writing looks smaller for some reason.
I miss Lauren with such a passion. We were like best friends- why the hell did she have to move? I cried so much when she left. She gave me a friendship bracelet in May that I wrapped on my ankle, and I haven't taken it off for anything. Not once.
Bloggie, when we first met, we just clicked. I don't know how it happened; she was so much like me but so different it was scary. She believed in ghosts, practiced Wicca, was outgoing, was spazzy, chased boys, and loved movies I loved. We were so alike, but there were a few differences, which, in my opinon, made us closer. She seemed happier and bubbly, while I was normally in a neutral mood and carefully thought about what I said, whereas she blurted out things spontaneously. And paid the price for it.
We sacrificed a lot for each other. She would comfort me, encourage me, let me borrow money, and draw me things. We used to sit in Mr. Parry's class and laugh at everything, no matter how stupid. We'd share our iPods and try to out-draw one another. We'd write "Lauren's a hooker" or "Katie's a ho" on the whiteboard. We made videos together.
I did things for her, too. We used to go to the bathroom together, like normal girls. Lauren cut because of her abusive father; I tried to sleepover every chance I got so she wouldn't have to deal with him. Lauren is a bisexual; once, I actually convinced this asshole who was spreading rumors about her- Trevor- that I was lesbian, just so he would knock it off. You see, Bloggie, Trevor is actually afraid of me because I'm the "Scary Witch Girl". So yeah, he knocked it off. For reference, however- I'm strait.
Lauren isn't going to be that far. She's going to Kearny Mesa. Andrew promised to drive me when he gets him driver's liscense in a month. Obviously I'll have to ask Daddy if I'm allowed, but if Andrew demonstrates he's a good driver I don't see the harm.
Yay.
I miss Lauren with such a passion. We were like best friends- why the hell did she have to move? I cried so much when she left. She gave me a friendship bracelet in May that I wrapped on my ankle, and I haven't taken it off for anything. Not once.
Bloggie, when we first met, we just clicked. I don't know how it happened; she was so much like me but so different it was scary. She believed in ghosts, practiced Wicca, was outgoing, was spazzy, chased boys, and loved movies I loved. We were so alike, but there were a few differences, which, in my opinon, made us closer. She seemed happier and bubbly, while I was normally in a neutral mood and carefully thought about what I said, whereas she blurted out things spontaneously. And paid the price for it.
We sacrificed a lot for each other. She would comfort me, encourage me, let me borrow money, and draw me things. We used to sit in Mr. Parry's class and laugh at everything, no matter how stupid. We'd share our iPods and try to out-draw one another. We'd write "Lauren's a hooker" or "Katie's a ho" on the whiteboard. We made videos together.
I did things for her, too. We used to go to the bathroom together, like normal girls. Lauren cut because of her abusive father; I tried to sleepover every chance I got so she wouldn't have to deal with him. Lauren is a bisexual; once, I actually convinced this asshole who was spreading rumors about her- Trevor- that I was lesbian, just so he would knock it off. You see, Bloggie, Trevor is actually afraid of me because I'm the "Scary Witch Girl". So yeah, he knocked it off. For reference, however- I'm strait.
Lauren isn't going to be that far. She's going to Kearny Mesa. Andrew promised to drive me when he gets him driver's liscense in a month. Obviously I'll have to ask Daddy if I'm allowed, but if Andrew demonstrates he's a good driver I don't see the harm.
Yay.
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