So, I recently recovered my online diary I kept from summer after Freshman year until about midway through junior year. Wow, was I cazy when I was a sophomore. Also, I don't actually remember ever talking to David Doughtie on the phone, but apparently I did...a lot. Also, I was even more of an emotional two-timer than I thought. I was also completely retarted, thought my Mom was a beyotch, swore too much, thought I was really really punk rock, and hated many more things that I actually should have. Ahhh, being 15 and 16. Oh, the memories.
In other news, I heart Joel and we are having a bleaching party tomorrow. Whee.
In other news, I heart Joel and we are having a bleaching party tomorrow. Whee.