Hotter than fencing.
Hotter than croquet.
Hotter than badminton.
We kicked Osceola's ass majorly. They simply suck.
So anyway, here comes the random stream-of-conciousness thoughts:
Veronica's journal has hot pictures. Go there and see it.
I am way too hot fashion today to do my homework.
Tanya annoys the shit out of me. Just today I realized that when she talks she moves her right hand in a psychotic way as if she is writing in the air what she is saying. Creepy.
I met Eva's ex-boyfriend from 8th grade. His name is Roger and he has an orange "HOT IMPORT NITEZ" car.
Black tights are the hot.
The troll is so not the hot.
ME GUSTA LA MUSICA ME GUSTA TU!
I SHOULD post more often...but...nah.