A few nights ago, I fell in love with a girl named Lily. At least, that's what she told me. Who's Lily, you ask? You probably know her. She goes to Suburban, and sometimes, when she's surprised, she looks like this:
I honestly hope no one knows that kid. 'Cause that'd be really awkward.So anyway, we were talking the other day, sharing our schedules and all of that jazz, and we discovered that YSHS hates us. They put us in almost all of the same classes freshman year (including lunch!) and then
ripped us apart, never to put us in the same class (or lunch!) again. And for that, Suburban, I shake my fist at you.
But anyway, my schedule isn't what this post is about
(English CP::Geo Science CP::Latin::Physics CPA::Pre-Calc CPA::US Studies CPA::Gym). This post is about my love for Lily. And if you didn't believe that that was her picture before, then here is a real picture of her. My Love, My Lily:
She's not the guy hanging from the top. That's the amazing acrobatic Keith. Really, he's an acrobat. He's in the local circus. Yes, York has a local circus...because York is full of freaks.**
Keith is NOT a freak.![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
