The Mad Hatter

Have some. They're in your pocket.

lmao. My name is Kevin... 2011! That's not a song, though. :uhoh:

Cheer up, hippie kid.

Mine won't lie! :bigcry:

:dance::uhoh2::dance: FTW!

Yes indeedy dandy. :dance: I wish I could help you. I'm in the same boat, except I don't know what I'm going to do. All I know is I'm looking at Ohio State and Georgetown. I'm aiming pretty high. "Plan B is your surest way to failure."

The better of the two.

I have a sombrero! I wonder if I have any pics of it... :thinking:

I saw that edit, hippie.

Not you. You're fine. Wait--are you a long-haired hippie friend of Jesus?

I went on a tour of Smoke Hole Caverns the other day. Somebody had brought a retarded kid with them. She screamed the entire fucking time. THE ENTIRE FUCKING TIME. I couldn't hear the tour guide, because we were in a cave and all. Also, someone brought a baby. WTF, guys.

Damn hippies.

I don't even have to try to understand you, because this explains everything. You're a fucking window. You're another angsty teenager who thinks they're misunderstood. You're just like the rest of us. Get used to it, and maybe you'll survive. Quit with the "I'm mysterious" bullshit.

all these places feel like home.

=D

Wow, a lot of juniors.

Sarcasm, Rick.

ARRRRRRR.

11:42 AM, chatting with a friend and listening to some person's station on last.fm.

which one? :uhoh:

Creeepyyy.

Oh. Wow. I am really out of touch with Coldplay things anymore.

wtf? i don't feel like reading the last page, so that's a really weird post to start on.

wtf am I watching?

I'm emo. :dozey: This is my poetry: