I need to study.
Ah, the youthful fountain of love has drizzled upon me! I have the urge to sing, cheer and write page after page of romantic
Ugh...no...fuck that. Even typing that out took a sheer amount of willpower.
You're right, Flamie, I can't spout romantic verses to save my life. Good going on those wtf looks. I'll say, some look immensely creepy though. Imagine waking up in the middle of the night and have Brock staring at you with that pedoface.
No, really, I have to study.
Gotta get the hell outta here.
By the way, know something? I'm glad we created this blog. See, even if we don't come online at the same timings, we still get to keep in contact with each other. This blog has kinda turned into our temporary MSN - just with longer messages, that's all.
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