Saturday, February 5, 2011 , 11:00 AM

⇨Having a best friend makes life seem worth living

the worst thing about entering J2 was not having my bestie kimmy wong there with me, saying retardedly stupid things to ease the tension between our class and the other class(cause we had to merge the two lousiest classes together), no one to buy me brownies, no one to make lectures more interesting, no one to knee butt in the parade square.

sometimes i wonder what would have happened if BB had promoted, gone to the same class with me, and hadn't gone to poly.