I was reading my past "Xanga" posts and i thought this was interesting. Its funny how when you read your past "diary entries," you realize how much you've grown and matured.
...sure i've grown and matured, but don't think i've changed.
To peaches:
The girl next door...
She's that girl who lives next door. The girl who smiles and waves whenever you pass each other. The girl who always says "good morning" or "hello" before you have the chance to, and after she does, she walks away leaving you with your mouth half open. Shes the girl who gets good grades and always walks home with an armfull of notebooks. She even offers to tutor you with you geometry homework whenever you need help and asks for nothing in return. She loves playing with little kids and whenever a girlscout knocks on her door to sell cookies, she smiles and buys all the cookies the girl has in her red wagon. She doesnt like staying indoors and would prefer to go outside and play. She enjoys watching sunsets from her second story balcony and instead of watching television, she would prefer to sit down and read a book. Shes a "Hopeful" romantic because she believes that being hopeless is like being mindless. She doesn't need anyone to open doors for her and prefers to open doors for other people. She has her driver's license because she has a longing for freedom, and she prefers to drive others as oppose to be driven. Photography is her form of expression and she always has a polaroid camera handy. She keeps a diary on her dresser and is a writer by night. Shes cool, smart, funny, and cute.
But do you know what the best part about her is?
...she lives next door.
-Jonathan Lance Angeles
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now that my friend...
fully encompassed the meaning of BUCC in all its glory.
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