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Tuesday, 24 July 2007

i lovee the book! (:
the ending is very nice even though so many people died. i think if there wasn't the nineteen years later part, i would cry, but there was, so i'm satified(:

Chongchong sucks right ame? i think that was to obvious, but whatever >:/

founders day tomorrow. i think the worst part of founders day is the waiting, waiting for your part, waiting for the whole thing to be over. and it's right in front of everyone, which means sitting up straight, not slouching and no talking, giving everyone a good impression. ): obivously i'm not good at that. hahhaa. seeing that chongchong practically hates me. hahahaha. anyways, their not like other performances where you only make yourself be seen when your actually performing, we're there all the time. don't stare at me.

i'm writing kelsey a super long email now. poor girl got grounded just for fighting with her sister 47524378543875 times during this holiday. tsk tsk.

oh well i'm off to find the song variations and fugues on a theme of purcell i think thats what it's called, better know as the young person's guide to the orchestra. though i think old people will appreciate it too.
2:45 pm


joanne!!

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SONG!

you're not sorry
Taylor Swift

All this time I was wasting
Hoping you would come around
I've been giving out chances every time
And all you do is let me down
And it's taking me this long
Baby but I figured you out
And you're thinking we'll be fine again
But not this time around

You don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, no no oh

Looking so innocent
I might believe you if I didn't know
Could've loved you all my life
If you hadn't left me waiting in the cold
And you got your share of secrets
And I'm tired of being last to know
And now you're asking me to listen
Cause it's worked each time before

But you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did - before
You're not sorry, no no, oh

You're not sorry no no oh

You had me crawling for you honey
And it never would've gone away, no
You used to shine so bright
But I watched all of it fade

So you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
There's nothing left to beg for
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did - before
You're not sorry, no no oh

You're not sorry, no no oh


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