I'm moving accounts.


Leave me a message or something! ^-^

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Paul McCartney is my love.
My journal is like, a month old...sooo...
I'm watching "HELP!" 8D
For like, the 5723095743th time!

Uhhh.
Yesterday, before Algebra, I was standing in the aisle between desks, and this uy I'm afraid of "tried to push me out of the way" and he ended up grabbing my chest...
And I kind of killed his solar plexus with my elbow.
He was on the ground. I knocked him down!! I felt horrible.

But remember, when faced with attack. SING.
Solar plexus!
Instep!
Nose!
Groin!

But I still feel bad about hurting him.

I forgot to bring my French homework home! XD
Wanna hear what I've learned so far? :3

(( I...I'm not good at spelling in French...FORGIVE ME! ))
J'mappelle Katherine.
Je suis americaine.
Je suis de -censors town name in fear of being raped...-
J'ai quatorze ans. :]

Sachre bleu and merde, I suck at French.