tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586626803870803541.post3730257520473239901..comments2008-10-25T12:25:11.678-07:00[zen]http://www.blogger.com/profile/13682341829833123787noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586626803870803541.post-38456767180437495032008-10-25T12:25:00.000-07:002008-10-25T12:25:00.000-07:00Well yes yes, but the first time she went to juve was in 6th grade. Fairly quick out of elementary school.<BR/><BR/>And there's a few glaring understatements you just made: You "sometimes" call yourself an artist and a writer, and you're "kind of" funny?<BR/><BR/>XD kk then.<BR/><BR/>But I DO remember you...vaguely...moreso from Mrs. Wallace's class in eighth grade. You sat behind me, I remember. And in Stuckey's we sat across from each other for a while, but I never really talked to you because back then I was a complete wimp and was intimidated by generally everybody.[zen]http://www.blogger.com/profile/13682341829833123787noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586626803870803541.post-91342830315271946372008-10-25T11:43:00.000-07:002008-10-25T11:43:00.000-07:00People change drastically when they get into high school. Sometimes I sit up and ponder about how my character has changed since 6th grade, and I notice massive differences: I don't call myself a gamer, I am basically an activist, sometimes I call myself an artist AND a writer, I'm kind of funny, and I have 350 music albums in my library as opposed to one. It's disturbing how drastically five years has warped me as a person.<BR/><BR/>You probably don't remember me from back then, though - seeing as you barely remember me from 8th and 9th grade.Draxiomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16441947957929096938noreply@blogger.com