This is Taylor Laugtner
AKA Jacob Black.
He is omg hott.
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(Virali)
Ahaha, this is HILARIOUS.
They are all wearing Vamp teeth, & then
Robert's face is just priceless. Lol.
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(Virali & Alyssa)
This is JOE JONAS.
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(Virali)
This is Ken-Y
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(Alyssa)
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I think Joe is hotter, no offense. xD
heck yess!!!!
=!Virali!=
if alyssa was here, she'd be like "nu-uh!!! he is a sexy man beast..."
=!Alyssa!=
Well, when you comment on mine I get an email letting me know lol.
So maybe you should keep posting on mine and I'll respond on yours?
how would you prefer? lol
yeah, that works.
It's settled then!
People won't be able to follow our conversations very well though lol. It'll kinda be like myspace.
Virali, do you think Juli would ever try something like pretending to be Bobo B.? S: She's nuts about the jonas brothers too.
Who is Tony Chung? S:
Is he a ninth grader? Wow, there's so many people I don't know! lol
OMG!!!
KEN-Y IS SOOOO HOTTTT
-alyssa
OMG Virali! That was SO perfect for me lol. I'm going to make a post about that icon in a sec. :P I'll give you credit though!!
Good luck on the tests tomorrow!
Virali/Alyssa! Don't forget to follow the 9th grade key club blog.
Here's the link:
http://ninthgradekeyclub.blogspot.com/
whoops, I forgot to respond back on your blog. :P Here's what I posted on the KC blog:
"Yes, sort of; I'm going to be in charge of public relations. I would've volunteered to be the 9th grade officer 'cept I missed the first few meetings because Kopel never gets announcements lol."
Yeah, definitely! I'm glad we're both officers. Do you think we should try to get Alyssa an officer position too? Go ninth graders! lol :)
girls always over the gay guys
shut up jacob.
i hate you.
go jump off a cruise ship.
after seeing these pictures I have to go wash the gay of me, and its sticky
ahahaha,
you are hilarious mcdizzle...nah.
umm no, i think you should not wash anything off, your eyes have just met beauty straight from the outer reaches of the horizons of heaven.
Sup Virali, you tomate. You too Alyssa, you with your Scrubs.
Beauty from the outer reaches of the horizons of heaven? I wouldn't know if thats true, but the gayness is obvious. It's frightening, actually.
HELENA: I confess
Here on my knee before high heaven and you,
That before you, and next unto high heaven,
I love your son.
My friends were poor but honest; so's my love.
Be not offended, for it hurts not him
That he is loved of me. I follow him not
By any token of presumptuous suit,
Nor would I have him till I do deserve him;
Yet never know how that desert should be.
I know I love in vain, strive against hope;
Yet in this captious and intensible sieve
I still pour in the waters of my love
And lack not to lose still. Thus, Indian-like,
Religious in mine error, I adore
The sun that looks upon his worshipper
But knows of him no more. My dearest madam,
Let not your hate encounter with my love,
For loving where you do; but if yourself,
Whose agèd honor cites a virtuous youth,
Did ever in so true a flame of liking,
Wish chastely and love dearly, that your Dian
Was both herself and Love, O, then give pity
To her whose state is such that cannot choose
But lend and give where she is sure to lose;
That seeks not to find that her search implies,
But, riddle-like, lives sweetly where she dies
JULIET: Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?
Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name
When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?
But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?
That villain cousin would have killed my husband.
Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring!
Your tributary drops belong to woe,
Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.
My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain;
And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband.
All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?
Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death,
That murd'red me. I would forget it fain;
But O, it presses to my memory
Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners' minds!
'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo--banishèd!'
That 'banishèd,' that one word 'banishèd,'
Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death
Was woe enough, if it had ended there;
Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship
And needly will be ranked with other griefs,
Why followèd not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead,'
Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,
Which modern lamentation might have moved?
But with a rearward following Tybalt's death,
'Romeo is banishèd'--to speak that word
Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
All slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banishèd'--
There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,
In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.
Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, sir; If idle talk will once be necessary, I'll not sleep neither: this mortal house I'll ruin, Do Caesar what he can. Know, sir, that I Will not wait pinion'd at your master's court; Nor once be chastised with the sober eye Of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up And show me to the shouting varletry Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt Be gentle grave unto me! rather on Nilus' mud Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies Blow me into abhorring! rather make My country's high pyramides my gibbet, And hang me up in chains!
This
http://www.shakespeare-monologues.org/womensmonos.htm#antony
Nor for yours neither. You've ungently, Brutus, Stole from my bed: and yesternight, at supper, You suddenly arose, and walk'd about, Musing and sighing, with your arms across, And when I ask'd you what the matter was, You stared upon me with ungentle looks; I urged you further; then you scratch'd your head, And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot; Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd not, But, with an angry wafture of your hand, Gave sign for me to leave you: so I did; Fearing to strengthen that impatience Which seem'd too much enkindled, and withal Hoping it was but an effect of humour, Which sometime hath his hour with every man. It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep, And could it work so much upon your shape As it hath much prevail'd on your condition, I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord, Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.
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