Junk

I must stop treating the weekends like it is the june holidays.
I just got home from Hannah and Liankims birthday party and East Coast Island Resort.
Instead of being the girls screaming, Cheez and I were the outcasts but things got better and I finally got to see Hannah and Lk after such a long time, which felt good.
I think keeping in touch with old friends is important, I don't want to end up as those girls who have friends for a period of time and forget their names the following year. That is shallow. To prevent such a risk, I have made it a point not to categorize my friends.
But of course, I know who I'll go to if I'm upset or need help or want to hang out.
Different friends for different things, why else do we need friends?
They must come with a purpose (HA HA HA).
Like you know, I am a good friend to lean your sluggish body on.
I wont best arm rest (Judge was Victor) in 2004 and received a 5 cent coin which was either spent or still in my drawer or somewhere else.
See, every friend has a purpose.

For example, Em is a good friend to evolve into a slug with.
And Cheez is a friend who makes me feel all warm and squishy, like a snail.
Charis is a friend who lets you sleep on her boobs, she serves as a pillow.
Ann serves as a Saewhore who carries my bag so she's a trolley.
DD is a friend who spits on you, so you see, she is Not much of a friend, because honestly, who would want a friend whose purpose is to spit?
Unless you don't have water at home and is desperate for some form of liqiud.
(Might I suggest Poison and not her saliva)

Each friend is different with different purposes.
See what I mean?

Well, besides being a fantastic arm rest, I serve as the greatest friend in the world.
I will punch you if you cry so that you will feel real pain and get angry and stop crying
I will prod you with a stick just so that it'll make others laugh (At least I make people laugh, not like you can).
I have the ability to transform my snail shell into a nice room with a bravia television and no food (Seems like it's post war at my house every friday and saturday (the days when the grocerries run out))

Whole load of crap truth.

Anyway, I've met the biggest most fattest virgin lesbo looking teacher in my college the other day. She caught me for my skirt and now refers to me as the sarcastic sulking girl.
She told me to invest in a hair band and to update myself on "Phone Manners" (Sorry, but I don't remember learning that in kindergarden and I kinda thought that "Sorry, I've got the wrong number" is pretty much polite, but whatevz triangular shaped fat dumpling).
She has hair shorter than Kims and whiter than snow with graying bits.
She needs to join THE BIGGEST LOSER ( wiki it if you don't know what I'm talking about).
Amazingly huge and manish, she needs to do something.
But I heard 1 out of 2 students in her literature class gets an A for Literature at A levels.
I will be in her class next year, so Lucky me!!

Watching a person go through rejection which you've gone through, you feel sorry.
Ask her to run away, as far away as possible.
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