Burning my forehead with a curling iron.
Forgetting my papers at home.
Forgetting about my period and ruining my clothes.
Apparently, I am in 7th grade all over again.
Now, all I need to do to complete this-- is ask a friend to ask you if you like me.. and want to "go out."
Honestly. I would take it. Seventh Grade was great. It was before Aaron, Michael, and Greg graduated from eighth grade. I remember it is being a nice year.
ooh. reality just set in as Javier drove in my driveway with his screeching car to fix my roof. I am not in seventh grade.
(see burn above) grrr.
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