Wednesday, July 31, 2002
I cried the whole time I was reading your blog today Court. Don't know why, just having a hard time I guess.
I've read away messages countless times just to see what new craziness you'd come up with
My shower stall was far left, 2nd from the end, no water pressure, but, no scummy pool to stand in, and no random scaldings either
I don't own a sweater that resembles a bathrobe, but I do own about 10 pairs of Jammies
I think we were the last room left with a marker on our message board till we pissed of our bitch neightbor because she was too damn
loud, then I think she stole it.
And of course we were the chicks that no one even realized lived in that hall, well except Esther and those psycho's that took our room
Mark doesn't count because he was gay obviously, I mean Amy Grant, come on
Hark, did we forget the fabulous Ken Ray, the "blind date" I hooked up with because of my captivating skills as the sweetest HOP work order girl
HAHA Xenadrine, Lacy not on Xenedrine, "hey" how was class? "ok" Lacy on Xenedrine "HEY!!! what's up Court?" ":OMG, you'll never guess what happened today!!!" there was never a dirty dish, unswept floor, or unvacuumed carpet
as far as answering machines go, shit girl, I got tha skillz. nothing like a little computer remix with the ladies man and one track mike
gotta love thinking your new roomate that you don't even know is throwing things at you in the early morning, when in actuality your picture just fell off the wall
I learned to deal with a roomate who's alarm went off at 8am when I got up, but that layed there continuously slapping snooze till noon
Court, what Cory Morrow cd?
Gotta love Port A port-o-potties when your girl is supposed to be watching the door and she slips up and the amazing hottie parked next to you opens the door and gets a full frontal, priceless. "HEY COURT!!! Where were you on that one?!?!?!
Also gotta love spring break in Port A watching some guys car get demolished by guys with baseball bats, watching Gage's pothead roomate balance the remote and stare at it for hours on end, and being right down from that guy that got stabbed. "no Mom, we didn't see that or even hear about it"
HAHA, I never had a mailbox at school, despite frequent messages left at the desk for me to get one
sitting with people I didn't know in the cafeteria wasn't perfectly normal for me, I don't even think I'd ever been to the cafeteria
♥Oh, so vintage... 1:17 PM
