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RANDOM THOUGHTS AND MEMORIES |
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This page is just completely random and whatever I have to say has no meaning whatsoever to me now...they are just funny/cute/embarrassing/cool...etc stories of when I was little and maybe some from recently. These are from my point of view. Enjoy. |
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Someone told me a story once that when I was little, my memaw was out spray painting chairs. I wanted to help. I picked up the can and pressed the button. I was rushed to the Emergency Room because it was red paint. It was all over my face. My mom and dad thought that I had been badly injured. |
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This one I remember. I was in my backyard and all my older friends were over playing on my swingset. I grew up with guyz so they were my only friends. Well, I was walking around and the next thing I know I am on the ground bleeding. I had been hit with the metal swing in my face. They all took me up to see my mom and the story ends there. |
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When I was little and Uncle Rick and Aunt LeeAnn lived in Maryland, me, my mom and my dad went for a visit as we were, I guess, coming home from Florida. Well, my dad was calling me or something and Liz was in my way. So, I pushed her out of the doorway so she fell on her bum, and walked away. How mean! |
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Another story about when I was little is a story about this Nicole that used to live across the street. She came over one day and picked me up. The next thing I knew was my dad coming outside telling her to "GO HOME! AND DON'T COME BACK UNTIL YOU HAVE GROWN UP!" She never came back again. She had thrown me to the pavement in front of my house. |
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Liz told me this one. When I was little and they lived in the trailer park, I used to run into the trailer when Chris Provenzo came over to play baseball, or just to say hi. She said that the reason I was scared of him was probably because he used to tickle me to death or because he was bigger and older than me. I don't know, but, look at us now! I ain't ascurred of him no more. |
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Ok. This one was from end of my 8th grade school year. AKA. May 2002. May 26, I was invited to go to Paula's just to hang out with everyone. Everyone including Paula, Sherman, Larry, Franco, Manda, Tina, Karen, Diania, and alot of other people. Well, it ended up that I was laying across the glider and Larry was sitting on my legs. Don't ask. Well, yea I did have a crush on him then and then the following day, Franco, Manda, and Tina grabbed me and I fell right in front of Larry and they look at me and say "Will you go out with Larry?" and I was like "I don't know." and they ask Larry "Will you go out with Jess?" and he was like "Yea." so yea. Me and him were going out then. The following day he was in the Memorial Day parade. That was the day that I met Tom, who was flirting with me the whole time. Trying to burst a balloon on my face and putting it on my mouth. That also was the day that me, Paula, Tina, and other people were tanning outside on the street. |
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At Phantom Fright Nights in 2002, Ricky brought a friend. Well, this was either during or after Larry and I dating but, while I was in the bathroom putting on a bandana, my mom goes "Hey Jess, this is a nice boy, this Josh. You should go out with him instead of Larry." Right in front of everyone! And Manda and Emmy were all like "Jess likes Josh." and stuff like that. It was just really funny. Great memories at Kennywood. CHICO CHICO!!! |
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Summer of 2002. The year of my first pool party. That party sucked because I had never had a party before. So, I invited my friends and let's just say, they looked like they were really really bored. We tried to push Franco into the pool but he couldn't with his feet. So I took him in the house and gave him one of my shirts, he was wearing Larry's extra suit, and 2 pairs of socks. That was funny. Then him and Larry were singing to each other to the song "Hero." We tried to talk to Franco and he was like "Shut up. I trying to sing to my latin lover." Then later on, Larry tried to kill himself, with a plastic knife. I kept taking it off of him but he always ended up with another one in his hand. |
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