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cortneyelainewillis
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Name: Cortney Birthday: 3/30/1989 Gender: Female
Interests: God,church,youth group,Hawk Nelson, Sanctus Real,music, clarinet,flute,piccilo,being a band geek, reading,playing my guitar,listening to music, spring, concerts, summer gym,sweet tarts, diet dr pepper, watching movies, Peter Pan, STAR WARS, harrry potter (whoa i'm a dork), Kaila Vest HAHA, chocolate milk,the color purple,driving my little neon,taking random pics in walmart,freshmen kids that are annoying,the hunington hunstemen that looks like Jesus, cool kids at church, Fall Out boy, Panic! at the Disco, The Starting Line, Relient K...... Expertise: trying to play the guitar Occupation: Student Industry: Other
Message: message meEmail: email me Website: visit my website AIM: kookyclarinetist ICQ: 338-718-879
Member Since:
2/17/2005
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Well, it's summer! You know what that means-XANGA UPDATES! lol how exciting....
I haven't written in here for three months! So much has happened in life since then...wow...I just can't believe how wonderful and life changing this year has been!
     
Well I know I have A LOT to do this summer! It's my last summer before senior year! Here's the list:
1. Work many hours at Golden Corral and save money!
2. Go to Cedar Point with my folks and Taylor!
3. Band Camp, duh.
4. Read, read READ!
5. Get early applications in for the O.U.C. nursing program.
6. Volunteer at the horse farm out off 772.
7. Church...somewhere, anyway!
Have a good summer, everyone!
 

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-*.Mmmk so I'm definately a moron. Taylor called me this morning and wanted me to go pick her up for school, and she's my best friend, so duh, I did. Anyway, my mom and I TOTALLY got into it this morning. It was no big deal-one of those morning things. So by the time I get ready, pick Taylor up, and get us to school, it's like five minutes to the late bell. I'm rushing, and by the time we're in the school I realize I don't have my keys. I figured, no biggie, I just locked them in my car. Mom has a spare, so it's all good, right? Yeah....anyway, I asked Keith if he'd give me a ride to Mom's work to get the key and he was all "sure, whatever". So after school we get to my car (he's going to see if he can get into it) and there's a bunch of guys staring at it. One of them asks: "Who's car is this?" and I say "mine". And he says: "You left it running ALL day".
Yep. The end.*-
     
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