That's 84 hours a week I'm either working, sleeping, eating, or doing homework, most likely, and only 47 hours I week I can feasibly hang out with the gang.
Here's some of the things that happen in that 47 hours:
Getting ready for Brian's grad a few weeks ago. I was so matchy.
Aiden and I dancing at grad. I was seriously feeling old at my fifth grad in a row.
Selena and I hanging out in a tire. Seriously. If you're not from Lab. West/Fermont, you might not be aware of the sheer size of the trucks used in the mines to haul iron ore from point A to point B. But when you consider that Selena and I are sitting on the rim of the tire, you might get an idea.
Hanging out (very literally) in Fermont.
Somehow, Selena woke up here.
Ok, this might be a little hard to explain, but we were hanving a scanvenger hunt, and one of our missions was to take a picture in the Lab. City ghetto. You will notice me making the official gang sign of our hometown, LW, for Lab West. Represent.
Or not, whatever.
Cassie at I hanging out at Mog's house.
C'est tou!