What comes around goes around when giving shout outs.

So tonight My room mates and I are watching cash cab while drinking summit and it's then I realize that they have "shout outs" in which you can call someone via phone and ask for help on a question.

The last shout out I remember was when I was with my bff Jina for her birthday at a hip hop night and the dude that was checking her out decided that he was going to give her a "shout out" which I thought was totally awesome...

Besides that, I haven't had a post in quite a while....
I've been horribly busy with work and work...and of course..more work.

Actually my life has been kind of boring on border line just plain living which has been positively wonderful. Watching some friends play a softball game Jina and I discussed all of our past crap and I've finally just absorbed how much I've changed as a person especially from last year. I guess, well, I'm darn proud of myself.

Well, besides all of the above, one day at deb's house I found a bunch of old notes that I kept from highschool. At one point I decided not to go to school unless I absolutely either wanted to or needed to being that my grade level stayed at a C average....well, at least. My mom worried but didn't seem to get to upset until my history teacher Doug Johnson discussed his concerns at how I needed to apply myself to my studies. He then decided that I should only be considered for the special history studies program that all the really bad kids who smoked cigarettes in the back of the school were shoved in to. I knew immediately that this was a bad idea when I saw one of the kids upset by one of his peers looking at him that he picked up a metal stool and smashed it against the back of his head. I tried very hard to get out of the class but maybe Doug still had vengeance when I told him to fuck off in front of a class and being my mom is a big push over I had to stay for a whole semester in a class with kids that were from "the wrong side of the tracks". The whole point to this story, is that I found one of the notes from a friend in that class that I think is absolutely awesome..and I guess I'll end on that note

Carrie,

Whaz up girl? Nothin in this bitch this class sucks! I cant wait until saturday! I get to go see my stepbrother in prison. I haven't see him in 4 years and I'm goin to my mom's and I'm getting a tattoo and a carton of smokes from my mom. it's gonna be the bomb! What are you gettin for christmas? I'm gettin some shoes, clothes, Cds, and makeup and shit. Anywayz I gotsta go, see ya

Yo friend Always Jessica

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