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hey. in 10 years time, i should be cutting up abdomens and transplanting hearts.

haha,yeah keep dreaming.

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Friday, November 6, 2009
WAKE UP LIKE P.DIDDY♥

AHAHHAAH SHH@THE SCENE ABOUT ME AT THE POOLS. :# :$
LMFAO, :$

anyway, yeah pretty rad day. swimming was cool and tiring.
:S
and yeah, sarah and her dancing crew went to club dance to people ..
O______O"
so we sat down and then there was this rad dance off with selina and amannda and sarah. i was lie judge and although sarah never danced, she won.
selina came over to my house and then we went to the shops to meet up with ben. and then it was pretty boring cos they left and i was pretending to make all these noise to make my mum think selina was here.
and then they came back and ben needed to get home. but he cbf to go by bus, and no one couldnt drive him. and ken lived like 5 houses away from me, and he had tutoring so he couldnt go to his place.
and ben was like 'i feel like crying'
and im like 'why ..'
and hes like 'cos i cant go home'
then i felt so bad so i went to ask my mum to drive him home and she was like yeah sure. but he didnt want her to so ended up not driving him. and then he was like 'im out of credit'
so i gave him my phone while selina was staring at some stray cat that came to my house
and he was like 'shit its broken' and im like :O :@
and hes like 'no .. its just locked. f--k how do you unlock it?'
and im like 'well'
and hes like 'no wait, let me figure it out -laughs-'
and he was looking at it for like 5 minutes and hes like 'aight i give up'
and selina got up
and hes like 'WAIT LET ME DO IT MYSELF -laughs-'
and selina got annoyed so she told him and he was like 'I DID IT. IM SO PROUD'
LOL, what a funny kid.

and then there were some bull ants there and ben freaked out so i like full on sprayed it with mortein and they all died. well i think theres more but idc, i did my best. then i saw my mum's car turning in the street so me and selina freaked out and we were like RUNNN ! and we ended up not hiding. and my mum didnt really care ben was there ..

and selina was like 'y'know his maths test? its like .. what is the next number in the pattern?' and something else but i forgot LOL

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