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High school's starting in a week! and i'm not even sure what to expect. there's so much on my mind right now D= the future. and what's going to happen? Don't I even get a say?
and right now. Is it WRONG to put the problems of your friends before your own? I hope not.
And the past. why is everything still so unclear. hah. why do i miss some of it so much?

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Almost May!

Oh my gosh. The PAIN of picking a graduation dress! ughhh, this is too short, that's too expensive, and that's just plain ugly. Truth is, it's almost impossible to find that "perfect" dress. http://www.lechateau.com/en/node/3197

Who knows? It's just graduation right? so obviously parents arent willing to spend more than 100 dollars, well in my case anyways.

So most i can go for, is something semi-formal. how fun =P then later, i have to get together with friends to do hair and stuff xD some serious girling up. ahha.
But who knows? i'm 100% sure that Graduation will be BEYOND amazing, it's almost like our first REAl party you know? XD

And MAY! My FAVOURITE MONTH OF ALL!
May 1st - Graduation Shopping
May 5th - BIRTHDAY! <3
May 6&7 - Birch Bay!
May 14th - Graduation~~~~~~~
May 18th - Red deer trip

XD WHO"S EXCITED!??! THIS GIRL! =P
5 more day until MAY!!! AHHH I CAN"T WAIT! xD

The Most Perfect Heart

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.

A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.

The people stared ? "How can he say his heart is more beautiful?" they thought.

The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."

"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared."

"Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges - giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks.

He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.

The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.

They embraced and walked away side by side.

Live Life to Its Fullest

So many people these days say "I live life to the fullest" but do they really know what it means to actually do that? Most of these people seem to use it as a claim that they know what it means to push life's limits as if they have some superior way of living. What do these people do that the rest of us aren't?

It seems that most of these people are thrill-seekers. They jump out of planes, climb mountains, bungee jump off bridges, dabble in drugs on the premise that if they're willing to 'try anything once' that means they're living life to its fullest. Not everything has to be tried once and there doesn't have to be a first time for everything (as the commercial with the drunk girl puking in the toilet states).

The reason these thrill-seekers think they live life to the fullest is because while they're doing these thrilling activities, they're in the moment. They have a heightened sense of awareness. The problem with most of these thrill-seekers is that they try to convince others to live life their way as if it's the only way to truly live. It's not.

In order to truly live life to its fullest, you have to truly enjoy every minute of every moment all the time. You have to be so absorbed in wonder of what is going on around you, so connected to life that you are one with it all and appreciate what it has to offer, good and bad. Yes, that sounds very Zen but it's true.

It's great that these full life livers believe they have unlocked the secret to the fullest life and some of them, no doubt, have. Others use this as an excuse to avoid their responsibilities, claiming that it's not important or getting worried over nothing and they don't worry about the past or the future because they're too busy living life in the moment.

If you live life without fear, without excuses, face up to your responsibilities, consider others, love with all your heart and cry with all your soul, do what you love or love what you do and appreciate everyone and everything around you and then maybe you'll be close to living life to the fullest.

In this technological world where we're becoming trained to do ten things at once and can't, as a result, manage to do any one of them to the best of our abilities, it takes great concentration and a conscious decision for someone to live to the fullest. That's the primary key - decision. You can live your life or you can let life live you.

Forgive.

A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the apple of their eyes.

One morning, when the boy was around two years old, the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for work so he asked the wife to cap the bottle and put it in the cupboard. The mother, preoccupied in the kitchen, totally forgot the matter.

The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to it and, fascinated with its color, drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages.

When the child collapsed, the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned; she was terrified. How would she face her husband?

When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just four words.

What do you think those four words were?

The husband just said, "I Love You Darling".

The husband's totally unexpected reaction is proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he have taken time to put the bottle away, this would not have happened.

No point in attaching blame. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.

Sometimes we spend time asking who is responsible or who's to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know and miss out on the warmth in human relationships we could receive by giving each other support.

After all, shouldn't forgiving someone we love be the easiest thing in the world to do?

Treasure what you have. Don't multiply pain, anguish and suffering by holding onto forgiveness.

If everyone could look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be fewer problems in the world.

Let go of all your envies, jealousies, unwillingness to forgive, selfishness, and fears and you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think.

One Small Action Does the Unspeakable

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw
a kid from my class was walking home from school. His
name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his
books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring
home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a
nerd."

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football
game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I
shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward
him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his
arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses
went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten
feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible
sadness in his eyes.

My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and
as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw
a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said,
"Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked
at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face.

It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where
he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him
why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private
school before now.

I would have never hung out with a private school kid
before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some
of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I
asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my
friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the
more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my
friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the
huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said,
"Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles
with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and
handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best
friends. When we were seniors, we began to think
about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I
was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be
friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He
was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business
on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the
time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for
graduation.

I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and
speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He
was one of those guys that really found himself during high
school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.
He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
Boy, sometimes I was jealous.

Today was one of those days. I could see that he was
nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back
and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me
with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.
"Thanks," he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and
began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped
you make it through those tough years. Your parents,
your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly
your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a
friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I
am going to tell you a story."

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the
story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill
himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had
cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do
it later and was carrying his stuff home.

He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

"Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from
doing the unspeakable."

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular
boy told us all about his weakest moment.

I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same
grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With
one small gesture you can change a person's life. For
better or for worse.

God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another
in some way. Look for God in others.

Story of Hope

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself.

He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

Epilogue. . . .There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all of the things you have that money can't buy.

Thank you =3

A Beautiful Story

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERziKJH8Fvw

Please take a few moments to watch it. whoever reads this. it's an amazing story and it means so much =]


Nobody's perfect; but being imperfect is what makes us perfect
when we believe in ourselves, we can find that we are more than what we ever thought we could be

people told me that i'm one of those people who dont know when to give up
but that's not true, there's never a time to give up
when you want something, when you believe in something
you have to keep hoping that it will happen
when you put faith into something; when you wish and pray for that
one day it will come true
dreams become materialized
wishes become reality
you just have to keep believing

So today,
live it like it's your last
every single moment
take the moment to
dance in the rain,
to smile, to dance, to sing
to laugh, tell someone you love them
wish upon a star
dream big
pray to God

Life is full of possibilities
we are more than we think we are

i hope this blog will make you smile =]

ShootingStars.

Fail.

Yah, people have been telling me that alot now. =P no actually, not people. just guys. because i refuse to like anyone. i just dont feel like it =3 you can't blame me for that.
I alrede said i'm too busy to like anyone -> that stuff takes ENERGY. and with all the pressure and stress that's piled up upon me; i dont think i could anyways.
Sighh maybe i'll wait until High School starts, but that'd be pretty sad cuz this is the last year i'll be spending with alot of people. oh well, we've all become great friends, and like i said; once someone falls into the friend zone, you can't get out.

Speaking of highschool, Old Scona starts calling TODAY. They call the best and worst people and work towards the middle. If i dont get a call by April 23, then i will be very very very depressed. It's not like i want any other high school.

Grandview is so hard, which is wy our grades may be lower than people from other schools. I dont think it's fair, but i hope OSA sees that disadvantage =[
oor maybe i'm just stupid. that's probably it.

so i'm going to go do my pile of homework that the teachers have gifted me again this weekend. and i'll stay by the phone and i'll probably jump every time it rings

wish me good luck!
ShootingStars

Past.Present.Future.

**warning: this post will make absolutely no sense if you dont read my story =P so just skip over it.

What is that? The story i just posted; i showed it to one of my best friends, and he had a dejavu. and started to feel horrible. why does it feel like i had the same feeling when i read it?

It's like, i've read the story somewhere, but i dont remember where; or who showed it to me. or even why i read it.

i didnt even realise i knew the story when i read the first part. The only part i remembered was the box and the moral. why is it i remember that? sudden flashback of when i was younger, i KNOW i've read this story before.

and why is it that i rememberd those two parts? why did it stick with me?
with my bad memory skills, why is it that i would rememmber a simple story?

Sometimes, in life, you come across a message that's so strong, and maybe it strikes something inside of you.

i dont think it's a bad feeling though,to remember something so small, but something so meaningful at the same time.

life is strange, it's weird, it's complicated.
but i wouldn't have it any other way.

Another Story

So this story was shared with me, but it was shared with me a long time ago. I joined a group on fb called "life is beautiful" and at randomtimes i find messages in my inbox containing stories like this. When i read it, i remembered it, and the meaning of this story is so strong. =P


A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door. It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.

Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

"Jack, did you hear me?"

"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.

"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.

"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.

"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.

"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture.... Jack stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.

"The box is gone," he said.

"What box? " Mom asked.

"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.

Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.

"Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.

"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life."

A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover.

Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time! Harold Belser."

"The thing he valued most...was...my time."

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days.

"Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.

"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.

"Oh, by the way, Janet...thanks for your time!"

"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,"

Live like there's no Tomorrow

So today a friend of mine told me a story` and it was a great story, so i thought i'd share it here...i mean like..to myself..XD or whoever decides to read this

ok well there was this reporter that went to investigate why a region of china had such high life expetancy like the people in this reagion alll lived for a very long time ok well once he got there, he was very tired and so he asked for a ride from one of those people who have a carriage to bike others around; well the person refused
and so he offered him double the money, and then quadruple once he refused again. Curious to why this person wouldnt pull him to where he needed to go, he asked " i offer you sooo much money and yet you wont pull me...why not?". The person replied
" i have earned enough money today to buy myself dinner and tommorow's breakfast and lunch, why do i need more? im off to play cards with my friends and be merry"
and with that he left.
Later on in the report it said, " their longlivety is not due to a miraculos medicine or anthing else it is simply because they are always happy and live for today
and don't worry about tommorow"

so the point of the story is
to live each day like your last. we only have one life. we have to make the best of it. live. laugh. love.
each day is beautiful

thanks for your time
ShootingStars

She Will Be Loved~

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved

Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore

It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along, yeah
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved

So love will come as it does. I dont care anymore =P tired of waiting` i'll go find my prince myself. just not right now. XD

High School

SIGH. okay so it's hard doing the high school courses, but what's harder? GETTING IN. PICKING A HIGHSCHOOL. DOING TESTS. and holly. so much stress.And then all the competition...it gets on my nerves =[
SIGH oh well onto happier things =P i had a bball party today with my gurlsss and we palyed hide and seek in the school! too bad the coaches suck at hide and seek so me, yas, khush, && chandan were stuck in mme's room for like EVER! lawl. Also, we only got 4 pizzas and the guys got 6. IS THERE SEXISM THERE? YES THERE IS. i can eat JUST as much as those fatties...-____________-'
Anyones sory for the random spurt of ADD. i tend to have those =P High school. right. oh my God. the OSA test was so nerve racking. Not that i dont like the school, just all the pressure that i have.
OH MY GOD. OSA STARTS CALLING TOMMOROW. i think i'm gonna go freak out.
wish me good luck. =]
ShootingStars.
Wish. Love. Hope. Dream. Real.

Just a Word Until You Give it a Meaning

“If there ever comes a day when we can't be together keep me in your heart, I'll stay there forever”
~ Winnie the Pooh ♥

Forever & Always;
Forever in my heart;
Always on my mind.

We were given: Two hands to hold. To legs to walk. Two eyes to see. Two ears to listen. But why only one heart? Because the other was given to someone else. For us to find.

If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, its yours forever. If it dosent, then it was never meant to be.

Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice but falling in love with you I had no control over.

Some people make your laugh a little louder, your smile a little brighter, and your life a little better.

all the pictures & crazy times
sisters at heart & partners in crime

a friend is someone who knows the song in your heart
and can sing it back to you when you have forgotton the words.

Love?

That's something i'll never get. ever. in a million years. And try counselling 4 guys at the same time about LOVE. I dont even understand it; so when i talk, i say things that a corny. Corny, but i like corny. =]. fairy tales, happy endings, you know, every girl's fantasy. Ahha =]. So one guy friend; not much experience? who knows. he goes to my school so...XD tells me to go for relationships and crap. i don think he gets it. I was talking to my friend from another school, and he STRONGLY advises that i DO NOT date until i'm older. and i'm sure he has lots of experience. or maybe he's just being mad; cus he just broke up with his girlfriend today...lawl. =P I doubt i'll ever get love. as Tina says, love is a game. We are the players. we either win or loose it all. It's like double or nothing. Iunno about that tho. Maybe love is just...letting things happen as they should be. Love is a game; quitters never win and winners never quit. You can't give up on love. =] okayy so maybe i'm only 14, [15 ina month. woot XD] and maybe i totally dont know wut i'm talking about half the time. But i believe what i sayy is true. kinda. 0.0. Anyways my friend used a pretty awesome theory. She didnt want her bf to break up with her cause love is like tape. No matter what, that love right there, will always stick to her. To future relationships, to whatever she does next. I think that was preey awesome theory. I personally dont think it's true though, people live on and they forget. Anyways, then i spent an hour arguing wiht one of my best guy friends about how friends are more impportant than boyfriends. Obviously he's gonna be just as stubborn as me and obv the argument went no where; but i like insights. Love is seen differently by each person. To me right now, i see no love, i mena like not love between friends and family. real love you know? Love at this point in my life is nothing. crushes dont even matter. But then to my friend, he takes it so seriously. He thinks everything out and considers the future. I dont even think that far. and i realised something else. People do this, but i seem to do it alot. On the outside, it's called "controlling your feelings", but on the inside it's called "lying to yourself and everyone else". I think i've fooled myself out of liking people. =P maybe i'll just stay outta this hormonal stuff. it's confusing XD Love is hormones, chemicals reactions, just a wordChemicals react, sparks fly, your heart is set on fire. i hope love is like that.Oh well, i'll find out one day. I'm only 14, i'm too young to love. =P even though they say theirs no age to love. =] Anyways it's late, i'm gonna sleep gniteee BLOG.man i'm cool. i just ranted about love.gnite =]Wish upon a star, dream up a fantasy, and love your life exactly the way it is. ShootingStars

Not What Blogging is About

gso it's been like what? 5 minutes? and i showed my blog to a friend and OF COURSE he has to go "well then ur just writing an unpersonal diary, FAIILLLL. FAILLLL BLOG." ahhaha.oh well. thanks for the positive feedback dude =P apparently, i'm supposed to pour out my heart online to random strangers. sighh that's okay. I"LL GET BETTER! maybe. we'll see =]

i'll be back. *glare* maybe.

Rachelll

Rant on School & Friends

Sighh so i have finally come to realize wut a DRAG school is. especially small schools like the one i go to. You come back to school and you're greeted with "hi! how are you! how was your spring break! here's a crapload of homework to get you back in shape!" yes yes. i'm sure i need homework to get in shape...FOR WHAT!?!? Then OSA callings =P man. I think i'm going to freak out and die before i even get a call =[ not like i want to go to any other school. I've ALWAYS been to small schools. well, other than grade 1. but when you're in grade 1 everything's "big" so it really dosent matter. Plus i dont remember grade 1 very well anyways. Problem with small schoolz is, nothing ever happens. Us nerds have been reduced to thinking that a dance is the best thing of our pitiful lives and that being having fun means hanging with friends. dosent matter what we do. from shooting hoops, to singing umbrella on top of a hill in Magraph, to doing a SCIENCE project. or our fun could be staying at home, all alone, forgetting to eat and playing SF. =]. you know who you are. roflmao oh well, not that i'm complaining, i love all my nerdy friends 8D. okay going to go study for science now...-________________-'

yes yes test tommorow

so much fun =P

byebye XD