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i... i don't remember....

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http://www.chickensmoothie.com/trades/v ... dshk47WQgw lololol

[Not Pigeons]

http://www.chickensmoothie.com/trades/v ... 8dE7pPQ0bA

A trade...

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X-15Pe1f3UI

what is...oh! my gosh! you guys NEED to click this! just about one of the best songs you'll hear!
haha, i was forwarding it to a friend

OMG! I am in loooooooove with Owl City!

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Redneck Christmas tree.

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I was trying to help my CS friend to not die from a lack of JoMo. :3

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X-15Pe1f3UI

what is...oh! my gosh! you guys NEED to click this! just about one of the best songs you'll hear!
haha, i was forwarding it to a friend

OMG! I am in loooooooove with Owl City!

exactly!!! don't you just love this song? I love it

http://www.cheese.com/
this...this is pure awesome...
the best part is the logo on the front when you look it up in google.
Cheese.com--all about CHEESE!
hahah XD

[Not Pigeons]

trade


I don't know why or when I copied that...

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"Alex!" Dylan exclaimed, immediately serious. Dylan dashed out of the water an towards the origin of the scream. "Alex, you okay?" Dylan called, taking to the sky as he drew nearer. Is that... Mutant! Dylan was alarmed.


Uhhh???

[pretty.visitors]

Wow. I really can not believe I’m doing this, but when you think about it, it’s really just a good way to vent.
Hello, my name is Kim (there’s no hiding that because it’s in my username), and I live in western Canada. Family wise, I consider myself for the most part lucky. I still have three of my grandparents, saw my grandfather at least twice a year before he died when he was five, and my parents are still together. Some people have even told me that I have the ‘perfet’ family. But today I don’t really want to talk about family. There’s nothing really to talk about. I would like to talk about my friends.
I feel like I’m the unluckiest person in the world when it comes to friendships. I feel like all my friends end up betraying me or moving away. When I was younger I was really outgoing, and I believe I’m a lot more shy and worried about how people see me because of all my bad experiences. Basically since we were born, my best friend was E. (I can use letters, right? Or else I’ll be up to like friend 15 by the time I’m at the drama that’s happening in my life today.) We were born three days apart and out of our group of childhood friends, we were the closest. Well, right before kindergarten, her father got a transfer to another city. Even though we might have only been about three or four, neither of us wanted her to leave and we had a plan to hide in the storage cubby in the side of her room (you know those little doors in like old houses that lead to crawl space? There.). Obviously, our mothers found us and she moved . From where I live to the city she moved to, it is about a three hour drive so I saw her about twice before our mothers lost contact. They had either moved or changed their landline number, and her mother did not bother to tell my mother or my other childhood friend’s mothers their new number. So I think the last time we talked was around our sixth birthday, and it wasn’t for very long. For some reason I remember the call, and I remember that it was her and her brother’s birthday party, and they were just about to have cake. Obviously the cake was way more important than I was at the time.
I also had a pretty close friend from birth, T. Our fathers worked together for a few years, and they were pretty good friends. We were the same age, so we were to. Like alot of my friends, we just... grew apart.
It would have been around the same time E moved, my mother enrolled me in preschool mid-year. That is where I met J. There’s not a whole long story about her, we were best friends and were a like, group with A and B, who were best friends, and the two of us grew apart after she moved across the city and such.
Now, let us move on to my elementary school division one years. The first day of kindergarten, I met L and M. That same day, I decided that L was going to be my friend. M and I absolutely loathed each other, to put it lightly. But sometime during the kindergarten/grade one school year, we ended up becoming best friends. Truthfully, and you can ask anyone who went to kindergarten on with us, and L, M, and I ruled the class. One of my good friends until a few weeks ago (she’ll come up later) once said that we were like the plastics from mean girls, only about ten years younger. Well, that all changed when K came along in the third grade. For a few months, she was ‘bffs’ with that same ex-friend who will be coming up when I talk about recent events, but then she moved on to M, who was my best friend (we were still friends with L, but we had grown apart.) well, she absolutely turned us against each other. As in, when our families went camping that summer, we were threatening each other and for about half of the fourth grade we had to spend our outdoor time at lunch inside with our teacher, telling her our tales of why we hated each other’s guts. If anything, it made us hate each other more than we already did, because she even made us dig up stories from kindergarten.
Around the time when M and I’s friendship fell apart, our father’s introduced A and I. Our fathers had worked for the same company and we were born about an hour apart. Obviously, we thought it was pretty cool and we were friends until the fifth or sixth grade. And once again, we’ve grown apart and I haven’t seen her in forever.
From then on, I never really wanted to have a best friend. I liked to say I only have a group of ‘good friends’. Basically I thought it was a way to protect myself so I wouldn’t have to go through a friendship breakup (Didn’t know what else to call it ha ha) once again. Fifth and Sixth grade I mostly had good friends, and then in sixth grade I became REALLY good friends with R. At the elementary school that I went to there were two 5/6 split classes so I had never really talked to R before, though we had become buds on the set of the school play the year before. It didn’t take long for us to become great friends. By October, we were like best friends. That summer, we even went to the Jonas Brothers concert together. (We all have had our fangirl days, don’t deny it.) And then, we talked on the phone like, once after, and we’ve seen each other like, twice since then. The first time we said ‘Hi, how’s it going.’ And the next time we just didn’t acknowledge each other at all. So, once again, another friend and I grew apart.
In the sixth grade I also had a really close guy friend, who we’ll call.... P. P and I had known each other since the first grade, and we were always buds, I guess. For the end of fifth grade and start of sixth grade we were pretty awkward around each other, because we slow danced with each other at this dance. And of course, back then it was a huge deal. But, towards the end of sixth grade we were like best friends spending like all our time together (That is, when I wasn’t with R.) And once again, we’ve grown apart. Mostly because in seventh grade he made friends with the wrong people and got tangled up with drugs.
Now, we’ve finally gotten to my drama-filled junior high years! Yay! Not really, but... In the seventh grade I, along with quite a few girls from my elementary school, was enrolled in late French immersion. We (Me, L (from before), C, J, and a N) were all in the same class. It wasn’t too long before I, and soon we became good friends with S. Then, later in the year they all became friends with D. I personally had a bad feeling about her, she was truly just a very rude person and thought there was nothing wrong about how she acted. Nothing really huge happened in the seventh grade, other than D joining our group and N moving back to Europe.
Now if anything, the eighth grade is when all the drama happens. D brought F into our group, and truthfully, no one likes her. She’s perfectly nice, but if something doesn’t go her way, she’ll start sobbing and she expects everything to go her way. But she’s a teacher’s pet, and we pretty much had to be nice to her or else she could make our school year hell.
And then there’s the drama over Z. Both C and J – who were best friends, liked him. But Z liked C, and Z asked C out. Well, J wasn’t too happy about that, so to put the story short J ended up hating C without C knowing it.... and J and I became like best friends. And guess what? That friendship ended, too, of course! She and D and I were in a group for a school project where we had to make a movie trailer for the book we had been doing a novel study on in class. Well, the Monday before it was due (it was due that coming Friday) she decided that then was the perfect time to say that she didn’t like what we had spent days working on and that she was going to leave our group. Well, obviously, D and I weren’t exactly too happy. So at lunch, we were sitting at our table with F (who hates me for no good reason, by the way.) just rambling about how we didn’t think it was the right choice to just leave our group at the time, for us or her. I’m not going to lie, we weren’t being really nice, but we were mad.
Well, that night, F decided to tell J. She told J absolutely everything, but decided to say that I had said it all and leave out what D had said. So that night I get a six page text from J saying that I should ‘be more mature and not be rude’. Of course, I ignore it, knowing that she’ll get over it and she doesn’t even know the whole story, I mean, F told her. That day, during gym, she came up to me and said: “Hey Kim, I’m going to be the bigger person and apologize even though I wasn’t the one being a lady dog.” She obviously didn’t say lady dog, but you know. Guess what? Out of anything you can call me, I react to lady dog the worst. And she knows it. So of course I reply, “I’m being the lady dog? Really? Really. J, you need to grow the bleep up.” And she goes running away, sobbing. We’ll probably make up eventually, to tell you the truth, but still.
After that, she went around to everybody, telling them a twisted version of the story, making it seem like it was all my fault; trying to get people on her side, even though.... (possibly more than) half of the school hates her because she’s one of those really, really, really, loud people and she really doesn’t know when to stop.
Oh yea – and a little something about C – I feel like I have to be friends with her even though she’s the fakest person I know. She’ll make up ‘hot guy best friends’ and make them facebooks. It’s obvious because she’s their only friend, and because that their photos are always from one of the first pages when you google ‘cute guys with snakebites’
Well, I have well over a thousand words now, so I think I’ll wrap it up now... if anyone can actually be bothered to read this, thank you for enduring my friendship life story, I guess. And I hope you have better luck with your friends than I do with mine :p. Blah. I hope this story is okay for this topic.
I thought it would be extremely difficult to write 1,000 words on something about myself, but once I figured out the right topic it was actually fairly easy. So to people who are thinking of posting, do it, it’s not that hard and truthfully it’s a great way to vent without possibly getting burned for it later. And yeah. Oh, and DragonsRule – good luck on reaching a million words! I’m sure the chicken smoothie community will do it!
And there it is. My two thousand words.
Yours truly, itsthekim.

For the 1,000 people and 1,000,000 words topic. I actually managed to write 2,000 words. Phew!