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Well, my crush used to say some form of "That's crunk!" instead of "That's awesome/ill/tight/etc" all the time. Because I like him and think he is hysterical, I sort of adopted the habit.

When I was a freshman in high school, one of my best friends (friend A) was dating the boy that I liked (for some insane reason, I had told her that their relationship didn't bother me). After they broke up for, like, the seventh time, I made out with said boy and then he asked me out. I, of course, said yes, thinking nothing of the fact that I was now at fault because of the unspoken rule not to date your friend's ex-boyfriends (but I "liked him first" blah blah blah). Anyway, I told another mutual friend (friend E) because friend A and friend C (who also liked the boy) weren't talking to me. That afternoon I learned, though the boy, that friend B had told friends A and C about our relationship. Needless to say, everyone abandoned me from then on and I had to get all new friends. I mean, I'm a better person now that I would have ever been had nothing ever happened, but it still really hurt when friend E told my secret. It was like, "What did I ever do to you?" I've had trust issues ever since, and as recently as yesterday, I found out that one of my new friends told what I had said to her in private to the friend I was talking about. It's like no one has any respect for me or for what I say, and then everyone has the nerve to pin the fault on me. Boy, am I looking forward to college.

I prefer glasses because I feel weird if I don't have some sort of glass on my eyes (regular glasses or sunglasses) and contact lenses just seemed to take more time than glasses.

I always say Wuthering Heights because I love romance novels and I've always wanted to live in the nineteen century.

Music seems to always express what I can't. It connects me to other people and, oftentimes, leaves me with amazing memories. I love listening to a song and suddenly remembering some insanely good moment (or person!) that happened years before.

I find that if I get around eight hours of sleep on school nights then I can wake up without a lot of exhaustion in the morning, which is all that I really care about because I sleep around 12 hours a night on weekends.

My school has sort of a basic structure, but there are a lot of cliques that do one activity (sports, chorus, or band) so then it's a mish-mash of everyone. Also, some kids could technically be part of a couple different groups. I think only a minority are, like, strict geeks or whatever.

Speak and The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I was fourteen and I didn't have any friends. As sappy as it sounds, both helped me cope with lonliness.

Because it's too common to fall in love with someone who doesn't reciprocate your emotions, or people hold such high standards that they can't see the people who truly love them back.

I used Rosa Park's death as my current events topic in my American Pop Culture class and no one appreciated the event except my teacher. I couldn't understand it - she basically started the entire civil rights movement.

I think you should lay low for a while, but try to repair the relationship with your friend more than the one with your ex-girlfriend (if you even want to). Even though what your friend did may hurt, friendship can last through almost anything and your friends are there for you because they care about you (most of the time), not because they want to get into your pants.

I made out with the "boy of my dreams" (he still seems to be the most attractive boy I've actually met) at a Dashboard Confessional show. Oh, how cliche.

Love is whatever you make of it. However, I've always associated love with the feeling of missing someone or something when they're not around. Not a bad kind of missing, it's just like they're not where you are and you'd like them to be but you can go on with your day because you know that everything is still okay when they're not around - they simply make everything better.I sort of follow, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder" logic.

I never gave any thought to crunk (except for using it as a term of endearment) and then I found out that it meant to get high and I was like, "I don't want to be crunk anymore."

I am for abortion because it's my body - I'll be the one dictating what goes in and what goes out, thank you very much. I can see why a lot of people would be against it, though, but I'll always respect someone else's opinion unless they try and force it on me.