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Me: When are you going to shave?
Brandon: I can't. Playoff beard.
Me: Your team didn't even make the playoffs this year.
Brandon: I know, but I'm just getting into the spirit for next year.
Me: That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard.
Brandon: Whatever. Want to go to the beach tomorrow?
I love my brother.
He and I went home for the weekend. I got into a huuuuuuuuge fight with my mom today and I swear I'd still be mad and upset if it wasn't for Brandon. Best twin ever.
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Raise your hand if you suck.
My hand is raised, you just can't see it.
Alex and Ryan decided to race the Mustang and the TrailBlazer today and it scared the hell out of me. I cried. I told them that if they ever do that again I'm never talking to them. Do they realized that they could have gotten themselves killed??????
I swear, boys are so fucking stupid sometimes.
Eww, summer classes start in a week. That's gay. I'm not looking forward to two more semesters of foreign language, but stupid me is a journalism major... I'm going to double major come fall semester. Journalism and Public Relations. We've already decided that Braiden, who is majoring in Political Science, will be the President of the US, I'll be his publicist, Brandon, who is a business major, will be his compaingn manager and take care of the financial stuff, and Ryan, who is a psych major, will brainwash people into voting for Braiden. It all works perfectly.
I can't type tonight. Whateverrrrrrrrrrr.
Boys Like Girls is stuck in my head, which sucks.
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I was thinking today that David Beckham should leave Victoria and date me (even though I love my boyfriend), but then I decided that they're just too cute together to break them up. Plus, I don't like soccer.
Alex was being all Shady last week and wouldn't tell me what he was going over the weekend. I was really pissed until he jumped on my bed and woke me up Saturday morning. What a jerk <3<3<3
I want Victoria Beckham hair. I don't have to balls to try it, though. I suck.
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Rock of Love has got to be the dumbest show I have ever seen in my life. Ever.
The girls are nasty and Bret Michaels is really creepy.
My brother is an ass hole and I'm really disappointed in him. Last night was margarita night because every Saturday is margarita night, and Brandon invited Krista over. The same Krista that Ryan was pratically in love with all throughout high school. With the exception of Erin, he said that he would have left every single girlfriend he ever had if it meant things working out with Krista. Anyway, Brandon had her come over last night and it's so obvious he's into her. Brandon is a very charming person, so people, especially girls, just really like him. It's like once he decides he likes a girl and flashes a smile, they have no chance.
So he's completely to blame in the whole thing. He kept touching her hair and poking her stomach and stuff, and you could tell by the end of the night that she was really starting to fall for it. They went out onto the back pourch around 11:30, and they didn't do anything, but I swear it was like they were glued to each other. You couldn't fit a piece of paper between the two of them on the deck couch we have out there.
Ryan says it doesn't bother him, but if there is one thing I know, it's my best friend. And poor Krista. She's so cute and innocent and it was all over for her the moment Brandon called her last night.
RV, I love you.
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This is the first time I've updated my LJ in six months.
Since September.
Since Shane died.
I couldn't go back and read what I wrote last without feeling absolutely crushed, so I just chose not to come on here. But I'm finally able to talk about Shane and his death openly now, so I figured that now would be a good time to come back to LJ.
With that being said...
Easter weekend was fun, I guess.
Friday. Brandon, Braiden, Ryan, and I left Gainesville around 3 and drove home. My parents were out of town until Sunday morning because they're bastards and are always out of town. Ben came over which was exciting, because I only saw him once over spring break because me and Alex were in Vermont. I drank just about half a bottle of Captain Morgan and walked around in my sweat pants and heels because I do stupid shit when I'm drunk. The last thing I remember is sliding down the stairs on a pillow like I used to do when I was little and my brother telling me that I should go to bed. I guess I did...
Saturday. I woke up at 10, started to walk downstairs, then ran back upstairs and puked. When I finally made it downstairs, Brandon was in the kitchen with my usual hangover cure - four Tylenol, a pot of coffee, and two McDonald's sausage, egg, and cheese biscuts. I took a shower and was perfectly fine by 11. Around 12:30 we left for Orlando to go see Yellowcard, The Spill Canvas, Secondhand Serenade, playradioplay, and Treaty of Paris. It was the 10th time I've seen Yellowcard, I'm pretty sure. We met our Jimmy there, who just got back from Iraq, and it was so nice to see him. He looks so good now. I really hope he doesn't have to go back, though. The show was great, as usual. We went to Denny's after and I ate more food than I've eaten in so long. We got home around 2 a.m.
Sunday. I woke up early and my brother and I went to church with my Aunt Bridget, Braiden, Bright, and Brad. We met Ryan and his family there, and then we all went back to my house. Ben had Easter with us. I went over to Alex's around 4:30 and hung out with him and his family for a while. Trevor, Lex's 9-year-old brother was like, 'Alex, are you gonna ask her to marry you?' and he just looked at him and said 'Trev, you're not supposed to ask me that when she's sitting right here.' and then Trevor said to him, 'Oh, okay. I'll ask you again when she leaves.' I love Trevor. I love Alex, too, but Trevor is just so innocent and cute. I left Alex's around 11 because I had to get up supersuper early to drive back to school for 9:00 class.
I did nothing yesterday except drive back to Gainesville, go to class, come home, eat lunch, take a nap, and eat dinner. Then I drank too much Jack Daniels and passed out on the living room floor. Ryan took a picture and it's the funniest thing I've ever seen. I don't like to post picture on the internet, but this one is so good that I might have to.
I woke up at 7:30 this morning (somehow I got to my bed) with the worst headache ever, then went to class. The end.
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