So, the name is Sara. I'm fourteen, and like living. Otherwise I'd be dead, smartass. I'm put on this journal to tell you what goes on in mah day, homeskillet biskit. So pull up your chairs, grab your fizzy drinks and read up.
Friday, March 6th, 2009
This day was like, wow. I guess it started out like any other. Normal, drab, platatutionus. I have a cold, sneezing and stuff. Just wore my hair up, and stuff. I had a Japanese and Algebra I quiz... nothing interesting or fun. My afternoon was amazing, though. I went to the park with Whitney, Andrew, and Quinn. We went to the dirt pile, and chilled until I got a text from Seth. He asked to go to the park, and if Andrew wanted to hang out with Douglas. I told him I was already there, and he said okay. He came with his friend Joey. We all were together... but not really talking. He said he wanted to talk to me, but not with Whitney. Whit and I just hung out for a bit, swinging. Then she made me get up and have a snowball fight with all of them, plus this kid Jake and his friend. It was hilarious, all of us were in T-shirts and in uggs. It was crazy warm, but our hands got numb. Later on, Whitney had to go talk to her mom. Seth, naturally, called me over. We talked about how he was sorry about asking out Courtney and being an a**. He want's to be Whitney and I's friend. O: So we are. And he's hilarious! XD We threw more snowballs afterwards, then just chilled and walked home. Whitney came over for awhile, and I had pizza. It was serious buisness. >>;;
- SARA! ;D
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