| Here's why:
I planned to go to UT this Sunday/Monday like three months ago. Then, I get the following message from Tpizain:
HiYASHIMA!
guess whose coming to UT on nov 20th!
FLAVOR FLAV!
im nto even joking
i saw a sign
what weekend are u coming??
THAT WEEKEND
come wearing scantilly clad outfits
you must get working on crunk babies
Err, don't ask about that last part. FLAVOR FLAV will be there as well. It’s destiny. No joke. It's technically not just him, but it's good enough. And, it's free! I just need to convince my parents to let me stay Monday night with my sister. I’m RIDICULOUSLY
excited, and if you don’t know who he is…you’re missing out times ten.
Besides that, it’s going
to be in Jester—where I want to stay next year if I go to UT [yes, Jester]. AND, I get to see T and Frank and hopefully eat Madam Mam's [not the person] and get jamba juice and all of the other effing awesome options offered on the Drag [Guadeloupe]. Oh, and like...sit in on real classes. Um, that'll be fun, too.
I win. In a pretty silly idiotic avoiding college apps with random things kinda way.
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| So, basically. My preconceived notions about the party life that is senior year have set me down this path of resentment and HATRED. This sounds extreme, but really. Whoever said senior year is like bunnies hopping in a meadow [that's a good, happy situation...right?] was mean and wrong and just wanted a good laugh at us poor high school children. And, I'm not even talkinig about college applications. Yet.
Although, I think I was one of the first in my time zone to discover these Facebook minifeeds due to my AM English adventure. Poor xanga.
More soon. Note the time of this entry. I don't want/need pity, I just want/need sleep.
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JUST TO MAKE SURE YOU PEOPLE KNOW about who he is...can you believe some people don't even know who he is!?
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