To: Roxanne@mailtogo.com
From: Mia@mailtogo.com
Time: 9:01 PM
Date: A day near tomorrow
I want to say I know how you feel. But I don't. That "I gotta piss" thing is kinda funny. Around here guys just grab their crotch and think nothing of it. -.- Speaking of which there was a baseball game tonight (Friday) and every guy including my neighbor (another 9th grader) was doing it. I was like, "OMG, stop grabbing yourself."
Well, today was short and sweet; Pencil Thrower and Pencil Collector were at it again, only they were throwing gym clothes at each other. I can't believe them. Well. Today was nothing new. I'm sick of school already. And I'm glad it's the weekend too.
About one of my friend's Monika, she's got this boyfriend, Alex, totally nut job, not really. Well, Alex won't stop IMing me. Nonstop, "Is Monika home, can you call her, blah blah blah."
Well, I made Garret all upset at me again. I can't talk to anyone. People just don't listen to me. Not well anyway. They turn around and walk off. Without a word.
I'm reading a new book series called Everworld. Michelle got me addicted. I'm going to get her addicted to FanFiction, there's this awesome fanfic about Harry Potter's parents, she won't read it but I'll make her.
This is short. Sorry. I had so much to write but I lost it all. I'll resend you an e-mail with what I was going to say.
Oh and about Linkin Park, my dad won't let me listen to them. I wanted that cd so bad. I even had the money. But he said it was all loud and depressing like. But he also let me get Pink and AFI, soooo. Well, I'm sitting here chewing on plastic. Don't ask me why. I'm tired and we're going to some Air Force Base this weekend.
Your Pathetic E-mailer,
Mia
From: Mia@mailtogo.com
Time: 9:01 PM
Date: A day near tomorrow
I want to say I know how you feel. But I don't. That "I gotta piss" thing is kinda funny. Around here guys just grab their crotch and think nothing of it. -.- Speaking of which there was a baseball game tonight (Friday) and every guy including my neighbor (another 9th grader) was doing it. I was like, "OMG, stop grabbing yourself."
Well, today was short and sweet; Pencil Thrower and Pencil Collector were at it again, only they were throwing gym clothes at each other. I can't believe them. Well. Today was nothing new. I'm sick of school already. And I'm glad it's the weekend too.
About one of my friend's Monika, she's got this boyfriend, Alex, totally nut job, not really. Well, Alex won't stop IMing me. Nonstop, "Is Monika home, can you call her, blah blah blah."
Well, I made Garret all upset at me again. I can't talk to anyone. People just don't listen to me. Not well anyway. They turn around and walk off. Without a word.
I'm reading a new book series called Everworld. Michelle got me addicted. I'm going to get her addicted to FanFiction, there's this awesome fanfic about Harry Potter's parents, she won't read it but I'll make her.
This is short. Sorry. I had so much to write but I lost it all. I'll resend you an e-mail with what I was going to say.
Oh and about Linkin Park, my dad won't let me listen to them. I wanted that cd so bad. I even had the money. But he said it was all loud and depressing like. But he also let me get Pink and AFI, soooo. Well, I'm sitting here chewing on plastic. Don't ask me why. I'm tired and we're going to some Air Force Base this weekend.
Your Pathetic E-mailer,
Mia