something might have started the second day of my second year at CTY, when the rounds 3 girls trooped into the writing 2b classroom and there was alissa nelson, wearing a g. love and special sauce tank top. and maybe it will come to an end when i go to the show in a month. or maybe it will just be part 2 in a 9 part series. we were laughing yesterday because it's ivy week; but for the younger patrons, it's the time for students like my brother to begin crafting and tweaking their cadre of summers. in preparation for such a week. we remember CTY, we remember simon's rock college at bard. the armand hammer world colleges. telluride. all spent, now. anand said he wishes he'd spent a summer playing baseball. we can always pretend. as i sit here, indentured to the idea of staying home and doing work in the aloof mindspace, instead of going to the sakura festival. of course, regret. of course...i should go pick up my package now, i think. i'll get dressed.
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you can find my page on google by ignobly typing in "sex young boy pictures". thanks guys. you might know me from such hours as "the hour to feel awake --> go smoke on the kc3 balcony, then drink a 16 oz of coffee, and feel terribly sick and go to bed for two hours". or the "dream about kimchi and wake up hour." man. the french essay that i will hew and plane lovingly for the next day is already freshly timbered. and it's lying on my HEAD.
"shit talking, shit talking" -member of bonito madrid's rat army, re petra arkanian, ender's game
"what do you want from me?!" -jennifer love hewitt, i know what you did last summer trailer/movie
ecclesiastes guys, it's old test don't worry.