but, i will say however bummed i may be, i'm now going to the colonial cup (anybody wanna go with me?!) but my parents conveniently only bought two tickets for the tent this year, because they so nicely thought i would just hang with friends! ah, it opens up a whole new drawer of options. also, sundayschool/church/youth on sunday! i always look forward to that.
i had something to go off on about.. what do you know- LOVE! how it's all been too messed around with by hollywood and teenage stars that these days, real love is scarcely anywhere. but, i think i'll save that for tomorrow night- after i've been taught a little more on the subject. i'm a slow learner, as many of you may know; hence the 52 on my algebra test.
now, here i go with the talk about my life.
caroline elizabeth godbold, or better known as biffel (to me) is my best friend. i don't want to just sit here and list off silly things like inside jokes, and everything we always talk about, so, i think i'll just say this: i'd die for this girl. everything for me right now has been tough- tougher than you may think. i don't show hardly anything on the oustide, except laughter and smiles. she can always tell what's wrong with me, in an instant. it's the typical best friend-friendship x69. i mean really, i miss this child when i haven't seen her for 2 hours. imagine having swine flu for two weeks... i love this girl to death. whether she's coming to my house at 7 am to borrow my straightner, or stopping by to see me for 5 minutes outside, anyone could see she's my bestie. example, kevin flum! the two of them have come to see me countless times, and every single time she jumps out the car and runs full on at me, for me to catch her. i'm honestly surprised people haven't asked if we're lesbian before. i never get tired of her, ha. only her habits of eating my breakfast when i'm starving! okay.. one day i'll have a long blog post longer than this about that, but i'm in sociology right now, so i think this is long enough anyway. <3
until next time, xoxo.
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