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Thursday, January 17, 2008 11:47 PM

i miss:

subway with you.

copying your malay homework.

talking about stupid things during assembly, or whenever you were standing behind me.

sitting in the park watching things go by, talking about 2008, the scariest year of our lives.

telling you nokia sucks to get you worked up.

watching grey's.

sitting on a table next to you, listening to the waves crash on the sand, talking about everything, making memories.

telling you not to cut school.

us taking photos with your fabulous 10-shot camera.

fish&co.


watched american idol.
the people just get weirder.
haha.
out tomorrow.
wedding on sat.
cant wait for sunday!
...

oasis
'stop the clocks and turn the world around. let your love lay me down. and when the night is over, there'll be no sound. lock the box and leave it all behind. on the backseat of my mind. and when the night is over, where will i rise?'

riot.
audrey
stephanie
crystal
laura
nicole
erin
mable

boxcar racer.
credits.
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