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Post by moofoot on Sept 19, 2005 4:50:03 GMT -5
Gotta love that song, LOL! Gotta love Ron in general, really. Boo-yah!!! Which reminds me of the episode I watched last night, with the movie of Kim and Ron with the Heather girl and that other guy who kept repeating 'whatever'...and then they got some surprise near the end of the episode and Kim went "what?" and Heather went "what?" and Ron went "what?" and the other dood went "boo-yah?"...right. *shakes head* I'm sorry.
Hopefully it's not your dad. I found my mum reading something on Ricky Ullman and I felt queasy around her for ages. *shudders*
Hmmm...copied last: Mustresist*intolerable*urgetosqueeeeee. after reading a highly-dawable Pheely phic. Awwww.
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philnkeely
Fashion Zombie
Could it be im falling for you? Wait a minute, of course I am!!
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Post by philnkeely on Sept 21, 2005 14:57:51 GMT -5
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Post by *Teej Wants PotF Back* >__< on Sept 21, 2005 17:17:13 GMT -5
"So...x=18.8?" Keely asked, looking up at Phil hopefully. He nodded and prepared himself for shrieks that would probably follow.
"Why aren't you squealing?" Phil asked, unpinning his ears.
"'Cause there's no one here for me to squeal with," she replied, as if it were obvious.
It was a pretty dry Monday at Keely's quiet house. For some reason, for the past few weeks there had been nothing exciting going on. And of course, nothing goes better with boring than Algebra 2 reviewing, for it was basically like spreading jelly on jam.
Out of nowhere, something began to buzz.
"Your leg is on silent." Phil pointed at Keely's pocket. She retrieved the cell phone from her jeans and flipped it on.
"Someone texted me about 'That Wild Party Last Week' again." [moofcadetnote: bolded this because I'm not sure if texted is a word!...of course this may be my lovely nitpickyness coming out again. If you think it's fine go ahead with it, I'm really a bit bad at some of this.] Keely sighed and placed the phone on the coffee table across her knees. "Why don't I get these memos anymore? It's not like I was the one who moved," she groaned, in reference to Tia. "I mean, she still gets paged when something major happens in Pickford, and she's in Boston!"
"Someone's getting a tad cyn-i-cal," Phil sang. Keely flicked him the evil eye and ranted on.
"I mean, I never get invited to parties anymore! I used to be a party animal. I never used to be home on weekends. Now it's like I don't even exist."
"Aw, c'mon. Don't be like that. You still get invited to more things than I do."
"Not true. When people invite me, they're not inviting me, they're inviting us. They're all, 'Hey, PhilandKeely, come to this!'."
"Okay, I get it."
"PhilandKeely, come over here and meet KyleandBethany."
"Fine."
"PhilandKeely are such a darling couple. They should get together!"
"OKA--wait, who said that?"
"It doesn't even matter," Keely said, slumping into her side of the couch. "I've socially passed away."
"Oh, poor Keely." Phil pretended to sob. "Whatever shall she do? She has a loyal best friend that will follow her to the ends of the earth , a 3.8 GPA and a stack of cookies in front of her," he Vanna-Whited to a tray of Oreos on the coffee table next to the cell phone, which was ringing again but wasn't about to be answered, "but hasn't been to a party unaccompanied by Phil since Uni Day! Call Human Rights--this is a travesty!"
"Okay, okay, enough." She smiled and turned back to the algebra that had been troubling but called to her.
"You know, we could have our own party. Just the two of us." He swayed playfully. [moofcadetnote: how, exactly, does he sway? I think I get the gist of what you're saying but some readers may not get it...Nitpickyness showing, huh? *hides*]
"Oh, yeah?" She played along. "What shall we serve, then? And will it be themed?"
"Yes." He tackled the second question, grinning slyly. "tickle-themed."
"Tickle-themed?" she repeated, confused. She understood it a second too late, as Phil pounced on her and began tickling her, getting her to laugh uncontrollably. "Alright! Alright! I give," She cried, tears streaming down her face like Niagra.
"Say Uncle Bob," he commanded.
"Uncle Bob!"
"Don't forget Cousin Jim-Jam."
"C-Cousin Jim-J-Jam!" She said, shaking while Phil took off her shoe and ticked the bottom of her foot as well. "No, that's not...not, not fair!" Keely squealed. She had trouble getting through the words as she laughed harder than ever, gasping for breath in between.
"Who's the boss?"
"Ha, ha-ha! Alyssa M-Milano, definately," she replied.
"Oh-ho, so you're getting brave, now, are you?" He let her go out of pity. Keely tried recovering from the tickle attack, and began to reach for Phil's ribs, vowing revenge, when she remembered.
"It's completely not fair that future people are immune to ticklage." She sank into her bad mood again.
"Don't be a party pooper," he chided, frowning.
"I have no parties to poop. And don't say anything about that last statement, 'cause you know it's true," she pointed out. And then she added, "I'm still socially M.I.A. Come to think of it, I've been that way since..." she stopped. [moofcadetnote: bolded it because I'm wondering if you'd think Keely is the kind of person who's say 'come to think of it'. 'Actually' fits here fine, of course, so change it back if you that 'cometothinkofit' isn't Keelyfied.]
"Since when?" Phil demanded.
"Mmm, aren't these cookies great?" Keely reached for the plate of Oreos. "I mean, the way they're all...cookied. Mmm."
"Since when?" he asked again. Then his eyes fell. "You mean, since I showed up."
"What? No," she gasped. "Of course not." Then she saw Phil's eyes again. "Okay, maybe a little." She felt Phil's dejection. "It's not your fault, Phil. People are just...intimidated by how close a friendship we have. They can't match that. Don't feel guilty." She moved the Algebra II text book that sat between them and laid her head on his shoulder. "I'm really, really glad you showed up."
"I'm glad I met you," he replied seriously, brushing a strand of stray hair from her forehead.
She yawned and shut her eyes. "Oye, too much partying."
"Hah, you're officially party pooped," he said, turning his head to find that she had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He laughed, then smiled, and wrapped his arm around her, kissing her forehead gently. Her eyelids fluttered.
"You know, this is what boyfriends do to their girlfriends," she whispered.
"You mean protecting them?" He laid his cheek on the top of her head. Keely laid her hands on top of his knee.
"I don't think it even matters if I'm socially M.I.A. or not. I don't even remember what M.I.A. means anyway." Keely sighed. "I've got the best friend anyone could ever have. And whoever he ends up...ending up with, later on in life...I think it'll be alright. 'Cause she'll be the luckiest girl, ever. And I really mean it."
"And even if you end up with some weird toothless guy from the park, I'll still platonically love you, Keely," he said.
"Why do your weirdest comments turn out to be your most sweetest sentiments sometimes?" She gripped his knee harder and yawned again. "G' night, sweetie pie."
"...you mean Phil?"
"No, I don't."
And she fell back asleep.
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LOL. I forgot I had this in here.
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Post by moofoot on Sept 22, 2005 2:22:22 GMT -5
*gasps* TEEJ YOU'RE PLUGGING. hmmm. I bet you very well knew you had that copied and pasted it because you wanted everyone to read it. *wags finger*
last copied: mood theme livejournal download free
into the Google search box.
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Post by *Teej Wants PotF Back* >__< on Sept 23, 2005 14:35:37 GMT -5
Ahh! I HAVE to plug! You just don't get enough PotF Fanfic foot traffic these days! Argh! *smashes keyboard with sledgehammer* What’s up with you and Mark Twain? ^ that's my buddy after me telling her that I was reading The Prince and the Pauper. Later on I tell her that it's not what she thinks, that him and I have a mutual friendship and that we're just not ready for that kind of commitment...you know, since I can't remember his real name and stuff
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Post by moofoot on Sept 23, 2005 21:01:33 GMT -5
Owen stalks up behind him. "Hey Differ," he says while eyeing the donut. "Whatcha got?"
Without facing him, Phil rolls his eyes and raises the plate over his shoulder. "Here."
Last copied. Because I'm typing another one of my famous too-long-to-read-properly reviews. =P
And yeah, hardly any people go off to read POTF fanfiction these days [what've you been doing, people?!], but that doesn't cut putting up a nice long story [actually it's pretty short compared to what others write but I'm not helping my point] up to make the page take longer to load. Tut.
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Post by Anne on Oct 1, 2005 9:49:08 GMT -5
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Post by moofoot on Oct 1, 2005 21:53:20 GMT -5
my mind is blank just like a clean slate will i meet another guy with the same blue eyes and the same name and the converse shoes i gave will he have the same laugh? wear my homemade hat? bet i'll make another mistake and think he's just another fake
because a friend I was chatting with wanted to know the lyrics of the bit in that song.
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Post by surrealpink on Oct 2, 2005 9:22:09 GMT -5
okay..here it is Keely: I just hate it when two people, who everyone knows are supposed to be together are too clueless to do anything about it *more stuff* Phil: If they're meant to be together they'll find out for themselves. You can't push people. ...so basically that's like.. a few more lines to add in my 'fave potf lines' list. I can't wait for stuck in the meddle with you!!!!! lol wow... that was me telling a friend about stuck in the meddle with you. i didn't even know i copied that.
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Post by moofoot on Oct 3, 2005 3:53:58 GMT -5
TOW The Pink Shirt Don't ask. I CAN'T WAIT EITHER wheeeeeeeeeee.
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blakcat
Berwick's Angel
I just love everything Don't You!! **Rolls Eyes**
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Post by blakcat on Oct 3, 2005 10:11:31 GMT -5
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Post by Anne on Oct 4, 2005 16:54:43 GMT -5
I wrote this while I was waiting for my friend to get ready for school this morning...it's really bad and cheesy but...I guess it's kinda good for somebody my age...
TO KEELY FROM PHIL
The way I feel about you Is just so hard to explain And since we met my feeling for you grew There's no way I could ever complain About how you take away my pain
And I've hugged lots of people But never once Did it feel as good as when I hugged you
My every day is made better By you just being there And if anytihng ever happened to you That's something I couldn't bear
And though we shouldn't be in love I've fallen for you And there's nothing anyone can do I love you.
I know it stinks but I was bored...
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blakcat
Berwick's Angel
I just love everything Don't You!! **Rolls Eyes**
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Post by blakcat on Oct 13, 2005 11:06:35 GMT -5
NAZIH (for the name game, i coppied a name of the comp)
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Post by Visa on Oct 14, 2005 3:12:48 GMT -5
hehehe I just changed my siggy ~Visa
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Post by Anne on Nov 11, 2005 17:47:40 GMT -5
Phil Keely Lloyd Barb Pim Tia Seth-2 votes Owen Mr. Hackett-2 votes Mr. Messerschmitt Danny-1 vote Debbie-2 votes Curtis
VOTED OUT Tanner Via Roger Ms. Winston Crash
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