I just told Peter about my blog. It's kind of funny how he reacted after loading his browser on his phone.
Your blog thing is a curse. Oh my god. My internet just fucked up. C'mon, load... LOAD!
That was typed while he was saying it. I love my 120 wpm (words per minute) typing speed.
We were on the phone for HOURS. During our conversation, he told me that he'll be staying at Mississippi for three years. I couldn't believe my ears - three years?! Later, he sounded pretty convincing and I didn't doubt him after a short while. I felt dismayed because he never told me that part of the story; however he did tell me he will visit Mississippi in the summer back in December, 2010. I did remember "Mississippi," thus felt terrible that I couldn't remember such the important "three years" that followed. I remembered the times when we planned to hang out, but never did: playing pool at 2000 together was one of the many ideas that we came up with (and also the only one I remember for now). It seems like the ideas we came out with will never happen until the next time we meet, which is obviously more than a year from now.
Then, he said, "... just kidding." He was trolling me the whole entire time. He's staying with his relatives for about two weeks. Fuck you, Peter. Go fornicate a donkey.
Oh gosh, it's going to be pretty damn difficult to wake up tomorrow. I need to wake up at 7:00 A.M. (earlier than the usual 7:30), brush my teeth, dress up, shave my legs, start up my car, pick up Trang, head to Del Taco to try their new $2 Breakfast Fiesta (two breakfast burritos and some hash browns, mmm...), and get to school on time.
Hopefully I'll wake up tomorrow.
Dammit, Alan Negrete. Because he's somewhere in the middle-east serving his military term, he randomly IM's me during random parts of the day and expects me to answer.
Its annoying to try n talk to u. I'll delete you so I don't got to worry about it
The funny thing is, I typed, "... no, just no," before actually reading his message! It worked so well.
Time to sleep. Geez, it's 1:29 A.M. - oh 1:30. Now I only have a few hours of sleep.
Your blog thing is a curse. Oh my god. My internet just fucked up. C'mon, load... LOAD!
That was typed while he was saying it. I love my 120 wpm (words per minute) typing speed.
We were on the phone for HOURS. During our conversation, he told me that he'll be staying at Mississippi for three years. I couldn't believe my ears - three years?! Later, he sounded pretty convincing and I didn't doubt him after a short while. I felt dismayed because he never told me that part of the story; however he did tell me he will visit Mississippi in the summer back in December, 2010. I did remember "Mississippi," thus felt terrible that I couldn't remember such the important "three years" that followed. I remembered the times when we planned to hang out, but never did: playing pool at 2000 together was one of the many ideas that we came up with (and also the only one I remember for now). It seems like the ideas we came out with will never happen until the next time we meet, which is obviously more than a year from now.
Then, he said, "... just kidding." He was trolling me the whole entire time. He's staying with his relatives for about two weeks. Fuck you, Peter. Go fornicate a donkey.
Oh gosh, it's going to be pretty damn difficult to wake up tomorrow. I need to wake up at 7:00 A.M. (earlier than the usual 7:30), brush my teeth, dress up, shave my legs, start up my car, pick up Trang, head to Del Taco to try their new $2 Breakfast Fiesta (two breakfast burritos and some hash browns, mmm...), and get to school on time.
Hopefully I'll wake up tomorrow.
Dammit, Alan Negrete. Because he's somewhere in the middle-east serving his military term, he randomly IM's me during random parts of the day and expects me to answer.
Its annoying to try n talk to u. I'll delete you so I don't got to worry about it
The funny thing is, I typed, "... no, just no," before actually reading his message! It worked so well.
Time to sleep. Geez, it's 1:29 A.M. - oh 1:30. Now I only have a few hours of sleep.
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