Turning Preppy
Today is the Twentith day of the Twelth month of the Two-Thousand-Third year A.D. I wrote a lot yesturday. Sorry, I couldn't help myself. I just miss Sean. I finally relized something. Lucas talked to me the other day. I had said that Stephanie is my sister and he's like: "You're related to that bitch." and I'm like, no the sixth grader. He's like, "Oh!" He's so cool, Lucas. I am, like, so over him. I was over Sean, or was I? I don't think I was ever over him. I just took this real cool test to find out which M*A*S*H character you are, and I'm my favorite:
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He's so cool. His full name, for those of who who don't know, is Captain Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce and he has always been my favorite character. I just took another quiz. This one was which sterotype are you?
which stereotype are you?
I can't believe it. I'm a cheerleader. I was expecting a nerd, but I guess I put in some good answers. I'm a prep. I can't believe it. My dream has finally come true. I've got to go tell all my friends. They'll be happy that my dream has come true. I know, I did say that preps suck. That was before I relized how cool they are.
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