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Welcome
How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!


About Lo
SO here it goes. MY life seems to be interesting. Everything is always going on and somethings always happening. I have a lot of thoughts and a lot of theories too so I think I'll keep them safe and sound here. I've always wanted to write a blog about my life. One day, I was just sitting in the LSU library and realized, with all the shiz I find on the internet and with all the chiz that happens in my life, I could write a blog.

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I actually don't like your girlfriend one bit.
29 March 2010 7:01 PM
So, I did something bad Saturday. I drank 1/2 a think of Absolute while playing beer pong. We all hate the annoying drunk girl that falls on the floor and can't hold her alcohol. I was that girl, but I can sure as HELL drink like the guys. If that's not bad enough my friend's girlfriend (new girlfriend) called me a "ho". Um, please bitch. You didn't see how much I drank. OF COURSE I was acting stupid.
  1. Does calling a guy hot make me a ho? NO
  2. Does dancing on a guy make me a ho? NO
  3. Does excepting a ride from a guy I just met make me a ho? NO
  4. Does sleeping with said guy make me a ho? YES
But I didn't sleep with him. And FIRST OFF, you, MA'AM, don't know me.If you had known that ONE Cree is 18 and regardless of me saying that he's cute I've already told him I couldn't date him cause he's negative. TWO Brian's like my little brother and dance partner. THREE I was wasted so OF COURSE I wanted a ride home with Jonesy for no reason, someone PROBABLY should have picked me up and carried me away. Until then, please don't make accusations. I could call you a bitch, but I'm not. Cause I don't know you. So, I say to my friend, maybe your girlfriend is a bitch. Think about it. On the other hand. Her friend is not. She's actually nice and fun.

Other than that, I got my brain looked at. Need to get an MRI soon, hopefully everything'll be ok. They took a lot of blood though.

Phone comes in at the end of THIS week. YAY! <3 NEW PHONE FOR THE BEACH!

Here's a video about how I'm feeling...