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Noodle
Age. 18
Gender. Female
Ethnicity. Sexy
Location Merrimack - DO IT UP,
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Wel well well.
Sunday. 11.2.03 6:59 pm
How annoying. I started to update.... then i deleted it... careless me.

Oh well... what i was saying was... ummm... that i slept from 4:30am - 3pm.

I dont like this thing for... well, one reason: i dont know how to make paragraphs work. Unless its going to work this time... i dont get it.

Gadle: This is funny... convo with me and scott... starting with him replying "its just me against the world" to someone in the room
Me: no, its just ME against the world
S:what?
Me: you said that to me once, you said "its just you agianst the world babe"
S: were we fighting?
Me: later that night we were... but not at the time
S: that never happened, i didnt say that
Me: it did, i rememeber cuz i quoted you in my deadjournal
S: i should really find that site, i bet you write everything in there... i could find out a thing or two


And i just smirked at him... stupid boy... link is on his computer already... sigh... see gadle he doesnt read it... stupid boy.

Anyway... saturday night the hockey game with the girls... they weeeere winning... i dont know what happened, but we lost 5-4 to RPI. sad day. Then i wasnt going to go out... gunna leave it a chill night, but i ended up chillin on the stoop with the girls and jerry and jakimo, and then scotty and skinny andy came by and i left with them. We went to Tewksbuery Townhouse... sigh... that bitch Ashley from the other night was there... i was like wtf. she was talking shit about me right in front of me... she didnt recognise me... hazell didnt recognise her either clearly cuz he was hitting on her... and then i told him who she was and he was like "should i say somthing, do you want her gone?" such a nice boy... but i was fine... she just makes me self concious... and so i avoided her. All the Zeta girls were there, and they hate her too, so that was humerous, they were like fighting with her, and starting shit, and making fun of her... very amusing.

Martel Andy and I then ventured to the apartments, but soon back to Tewksbury. Scotty and i played some beiroot... it was awesome. i was actually good... like really... i got the same amount of cups as scotty on the first one, and more than him on the second, and i made the last shot twice... we should have won both times, but hazell shot it for a rebuttle, and it went into my cup... thats an automatic win after we ran out of beer we all went to apartment F. more beiroot... SCOTT CHOOSE ME OVER ANDY FOR HIS PARTNER! YESSS i was happy... lol.

So, at this point it was me, scott, haze, turf, and the zeta girls. hazw dented one of the balls, so instead of getting a new one, he decided to take a lighter and try to melt it out... NOPE. THE FUCKING THING LIT ON FIRE! it was like rolling around on the floor, but turf stomped it out... smoke... everywhere. we continued to play till 430 when the fire alarm went off... after standing outside for a while, scott andy and i went back to ash. and slept... and slept... and slept... till 3 this afternoon.

what a waste of a day its been. im going to clean. then im going to homeowork... then shower.... then... well... scotts im assuming.

later

sarah

music: Guster
mood: overwhelmed
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