Yeah, I hereby declare The Five People You Meet in Heaven the best freaking book ever. I cried a lot while I read it. I finished it this morning and I wish I hadn't. I want to re-read it, but I have to return it to Mrs. Mollman.
I just got home from the movies. I had a hot freaking date. Okay, so maybe I went and saw Sky High with Victim....sue me. Sometimes it sounds better to lie. There were literally only five people in the theater.
Okay, so I don't think I got the job for Dolar Discount. Which is actually a relief because somewhere around 15 minutes after I submitted my application I regretted doing so. That's actually really sad that I couldn't get a job there now that I think about it. I mean, I'm only 15, but if I actually made a resume that thing would be so freaking padded with all my volunteer work I do. Oh well.
I think I have broken the whole "chicks take forever to get ready" rule or whatever. Victim called me and asked if we could get together earlier, so I was like ready in five freaking minutes. I actually looked really good too! Yay for makeup application in less than 30 seconds!
Answer for Face Paint: I already told you that Mr. Mystery is a guy!
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hey!
you have my blog on your list, SCORE!
go beaver, go beaver, go go, go beaver!
so yea, why would mr mystery be a man, especially since the way lemons uses him in context makes it obvious. and.. who is... uggh, i already forgot the name, the person you went to the movie with!
-beaver
Come with the name!
Victim = Samantha
She has one of the more stupid names. I call her that because in health class, she was always my victim when we had to wrap bandages or deal with an unconcious victim.
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