hi. im in new hamshire.
after a long grueling journey. shall i enlighten you on the details? Since i cannot hear your shouts of protest, im going to tell you. As i was standing in the check in line at DIA, i looked over and i saw creepy dylan (glotzer) standing with his mother. He noticed me and waved while jiggling his leg up and down. i waved distantly. Incredibly creeped out. i figured it was just a creepy coincidence, but later as we were riding an escalator down to our terminal i looked at the next escalator right beside us and i saw him again. then, he happened to be on the same flight as me, and of course the only seats in the terminal were right next to him, so of course my family sat there, and made it even more awkward than before. it was terrible. i didnt sleep the entire flight. When we arrived in boston my dad came up with the brilliant idea, "Gee guys, why dont we lug our crap into downtown and find a breakfast place at 6:00 in the morning!" so we lugged our many bags and ivan, who had just woken up through china town with my mom: ""oh look at the chinese building!" "look at those flowers!" "vietnamese sandwiches?!?" it got so terribly anoying at six in the morning after being up all night. i could not take her enthusiasm. finally she asked a man if he knew of a breakfast place that was open, as well as things like "where is the waterfront! i love all these seagulls!" turns out the only place open at that hour was a seedy Dunkin' Doughnuts on Wahington. the only people out were homeless people and workingclassmen. we bought some shit coffee and breakfast sandwhiches and ate them sitting on some concrete blocks in the middle of a sqare surrounded by pidgeons and belligerant homeless people, we looked like a family of refugeees. Finally i convinced my dad to let us go back to the bus station, where we caught a greyhound like bus (had a creepy bathroom and everything) to Manchester NH (nice town) then my dad's friend al picked us up and brought us to my aunt and uncles house. Thank god their family isnt here. it also gave me an oupportunity to snoop. My younger cousin liza is a humoungous prep according to my findings. She is in seventh grade and attends all the dances.(according to the pictures of her and her friends plastered all over the walls) She actually has posters of teen dream boats on her wall. (imagine some baby faced little freak with soft looking brown hair falling gently to the side, wearing a wife beater and distressed jeans.ZAC written in sparkly letter next to his bleached smile.) Now my cousin Morgon (dickhead con artist) on the other hand, his room emitts a foul stench and his walls are covered in pot posters and i found his condoms, which was so terrible. I was thereafter haunted with images of he and his ugly girlfriend having anal sex. it prolonged my insomnia further.
live free or die! new hamshire knows how to party.
after a long grueling journey. shall i enlighten you on the details? Since i cannot hear your shouts of protest, im going to tell you. As i was standing in the check in line at DIA, i looked over and i saw creepy dylan (glotzer) standing with his mother. He noticed me and waved while jiggling his leg up and down. i waved distantly. Incredibly creeped out. i figured it was just a creepy coincidence, but later as we were riding an escalator down to our terminal i looked at the next escalator right beside us and i saw him again. then, he happened to be on the same flight as me, and of course the only seats in the terminal were right next to him, so of course my family sat there, and made it even more awkward than before. it was terrible. i didnt sleep the entire flight. When we arrived in boston my dad came up with the brilliant idea, "Gee guys, why dont we lug our crap into downtown and find a breakfast place at 6:00 in the morning!" so we lugged our many bags and ivan, who had just woken up through china town with my mom: ""oh look at the chinese building!" "look at those flowers!" "vietnamese sandwiches?!?" it got so terribly anoying at six in the morning after being up all night. i could not take her enthusiasm. finally she asked a man if he knew of a breakfast place that was open, as well as things like "where is the waterfront! i love all these seagulls!" turns out the only place open at that hour was a seedy Dunkin' Doughnuts on Wahington. the only people out were homeless people and workingclassmen. we bought some shit coffee and breakfast sandwhiches and ate them sitting on some concrete blocks in the middle of a sqare surrounded by pidgeons and belligerant homeless people, we looked like a family of refugeees. Finally i convinced my dad to let us go back to the bus station, where we caught a greyhound like bus (had a creepy bathroom and everything) to Manchester NH (nice town) then my dad's friend al picked us up and brought us to my aunt and uncles house. Thank god their family isnt here. it also gave me an oupportunity to snoop. My younger cousin liza is a humoungous prep according to my findings. She is in seventh grade and attends all the dances.(according to the pictures of her and her friends plastered all over the walls) She actually has posters of teen dream boats on her wall. (imagine some baby faced little freak with soft looking brown hair falling gently to the side, wearing a wife beater and distressed jeans.ZAC written in sparkly letter next to his bleached smile.) Now my cousin Morgon (dickhead con artist) on the other hand, his room emitts a foul stench and his walls are covered in pot posters and i found his condoms, which was so terrible. I was thereafter haunted with images of he and his ugly girlfriend having anal sex. it prolonged my insomnia further.
live free or die! new hamshire knows how to party.
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