D’Arvit!

I miss high school.

I truly madly DEEPLY miss high school.

Oh God… That moment that I got that Y!Message from JB reminded me of how I miss that dear old place. I would have loved to visit MC again.

Ironically, if you go back to my old posts in high school, you would see how I hated the place: how I hated Miss ___’s stinking guts, or how this subject sucked.

I am so over that.

Right now, there’s only one thing: I miss high school. Terribly.

 So yes, I have eaten all the words that I have said.. but I don’t care anymore. Let me be.

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Spring Break started as soon as Dr.L dismissed us last Friday. All my midterms are over.

The hell week has passed.

I was looking forward for a fun-filled week, but alas! I got afflicted with an el terrible throat virus. I must have gotten it from my classmates.. Andrea was complaining of a bad sorethroat as of Friday, Michael and Emmy were sneezing and coughing behind me, and pretty much everyone has been sneezing and coughing once in a while.

My body finally gave in by Saturday, and one thing I learned is that shopping with a really bad sorethroat is no fun at all.

Thankfully I’m feeling better now.

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Most of my visitors get here through Yahoo! Search and Windows Live Search. They would all be either looking for Bucky Covington, American Idol lyrics, how to pronounce d’arvit, encantadia, Zara, Rockwell, Nicole Summer Dufresne, Isaac/Taylor/Zachary Hanson’s wife, and Natalie Anne Bryant.

I did you all a favor and have created links for you guys to follow.

Next time, please use Google! Not Yahoo! or MSN Live Search… Use Google! Google works. ;) 

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I’m leaning towards buying http://chiaru.net.

I’ve been making a bunch of avatars and signatures for this über-cool Artemis Fowl website called Artemis Fowl FanGathering. The whole assignment has actually pushed me to create those avatars that I have wanted to create for a long time. Hopefully, when I finish with the new layout and website, I can add my avatars and stuff for you guys to download.

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Well, it’s getting late now, so…

I guess that’s all for now.