I remember the good ole days with the original Yu-Gi-Oh! now those days were awesome.
Um, like twenty somthing juniors and like twenty something seniors.
I have actually seen two of them recently. Both on random occasions and were fixed just by refreshing the page.
I can't either. Which makes me sad. We had such intelligent conversations about damning things and such.
I think we are long over due for a MSN conversation.
We juniors had to plan our prom, and my class just had to choose a venue that cost over $6,000. We are not even finished getting the money yet. So I'm going because I did so much work for it for one thing. Along with the fact that I really wanted to go. I like to get dressed up and stuff.
Or you could make a new album. Just name it *name of original album here* 2 or continued or something. Not really a big deal, there has to be a limit on everything.
Oh goodness, Konata of course. I love her. She's great, and as the others have said easy to relate to.
I say you have your own super awesome party.
Teehee, mine really didn't want to either, but he said yes for me. I do love him so.
Sooo. Prom is tomorrow and I am super excited.
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..... Blinds?
