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:: Wednesday, April 30 ::

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:: Mars 12:07 AM [+] ::
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So my dad was driving us (Manuella and Ryann and me; we all live in the same neighborhood) home from play. And we were driving down the street that you have to go down to get to Manuella's street and there was this white SUV driving behind us. It turned when we turned, so we joked that it was stalking us. When we pulled into Manuella's driveway, the car pulled into the one next to it. Then we left to go to Ryann's. But when we looked back, there it was again behind us, same car! So we pull into Ryann's drive way, and it stops in the street right behind us!!!!!!! When we pulled out, I saw into the car and it was an old bald guy with a big scragly beard. We figured it was following us, so we drove close to our house and than randomly pulled up on the side of the road. The car overshot us and then pulled up right in front of us and we went off backwards and drove around the neighborhood once...(My house is by the only way out of our neighborhood.) Then we went back home and the car was gone. So we went inside and my dad called the police...
:: Mars 11:39 PM [+] ::
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Here's my day:
12:00--Get off computer. Go over to couch to do Geometry
12:01--Asleep
3:something--Wake up. Write two lines of Geometry, realize need calculator. Close eyes to pool energy for telekinetic summoning. Fall asleep.
6:30--Catch bus. Do Geometry
7:00--At school. Do Geometry
Geometry--Do Chemistry
Gym and Silent Reading--Do Chemistry
Chemistry--Finish Chemistry
Lunch--Read History
History--Read English
English--Do French
Band--Finesse French
French--Sleep

For tomorrow's scedule...copy and paste...
:: Mars 11:18 PM [+] ::
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Note written on hand in French today:
Damn. I think we
fucked up. We did,
Shit. I HATE
THIS CLASS

Why is it that no matter how hard I try I always mess shit up? Why can't I just get things right? Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck.
:: Mars 4:10 PM [+] ::
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Some days, I really love people...I went out word collecting at DeviantART today. Found some of the most beautiful, pretty little things. Funny, sad, serious, insane. I commented on this one guys poem, and apparently he was online and commented on some of my stuff too. And the things he said were exactly the things I wanted to hear about those peices, the things that I wanted to make people feel and see. God, I feel great.

:: Mars 12:23 AM [+] ::
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take the death quiz.


and go to mewing.net. laura = great.

Indeed...
:: Mars 3:36 PM [+] ::
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take the taboo quiz.


and go to mewing.net. nothing is taboo there.

Heh heh heh...*Evil finger thrum*
:: Mars 3:28 PM [+] ::
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:: Mars 3:22 PM [+] ::
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I go hunting for words now...
:: Mars 6:00 AM [+] ::
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God I'm up late...
:: Mars 6:00 AM [+] ::
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Your creativty and craftsmenship doesn't come from
nowhere. You used to be an artisan in your past
life, painting murals, sculpting statues, and
crafting wood for more noble people.


Who were you in your past life?
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Mmmm...ArT...*Gnaws on a rich person's arm*...
:: Mars 6:00 AM [+] ::
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this is my way to live

What about yours?

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Righto...My deciding factor seems to be the "perfect boyfriend" one, and they don't have an "I don't care" "Non-existant" or "I like girls" opptions...this is sad...
:: Mars 5:56 AM [+] ::
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this is my way to live

What about yours?
made by rav-chan

Umm...O...kay...
:: Mars 5:54 AM [+] ::
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But then on the ride home, we passed this trucker who had a light-up yellow cross stuck on the side mirror of his truck. It made me happy for some wierd reason. I guess 'cause it's nice to see that some people have faith in something. I dunno. Very reasuring in an odd way, though not really something I think I can share or make a connection with most of my friends about, 'cause they won't quite understand. It's odd how many of the people I know have something against Christianity.
:: Mars 12:39 AM [+] ::
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Went to a Brewer game today with my dad and brother and Rachel (brother's friend). We were sitting up in the swanky seats 'cause the tickets were given to my dad from a friend in the radio business, and they had all sorts of crazy food. Like chive and sour cream french fries and chicken burritoes and this scary mix of veggies and possibly meat slices in a glowly red orange tortia cup thingy. Not crap hot dogs and stale popcorn, which are the charms of ballpark dining. *Grumps*
:: Mars 12:35 AM [+] ::
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That is all I write now becuase I am a lazy monkey. I go to dance the dance of no longer being around 101 people. Band was in Florida for a compition, by the way. It was almost lots of fun. Theme parks are evil. Mickey Mouse is not your friend. He charges $2.50 for a bottle of water and the drinking fountain stuff tastes like chlorine.
:: Mars 7:37 PM [+] ::
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Travel Log
On the Bus; Synopsis of To There and Back Again
Oh, the things I've seen-
Waffle Houses: 50 bajillion. There was one every five feet, I swear
Waffle Steak: Only one. Thank Gawd. (It was a resturant name)
Cows: 1..2...3...4..5...12...18...147...Darn that herd instinct
Bus Drivers: 12
Bathroom Lines: Too Damn Many. *Does the I-Must-Pee dance*
Adam Sandler Movies: All 5 of them. No more boob jokes. No.Ickywrong. Beerbad.
Palm trees: Many. I can't tell if they're real or not.
Sleep: Pas...de...dormir...pour...moi...Je...ne...parle...pas...anglais...
McDonalds Interiors: Too many. I hate grease. They insult the sacred potato.
Monkeys: 3...They were sitting by the side of the road.\
Road Kill: None...surprisingly enough
Suspension Bridges: 5 *Sings* Dun-DUN- Da-du-dada...(One of our songs was George Washington Bridge...a musical impression of a bridge, ya sais?)

:: Mars 7:34 PM [+] ::
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'Ello...*brushes off cobwebs* I was in Florida. For band. It is good to be home. *Hugs cows* Here lies the accounts of my trip:
:: Mars 7:23 PM [+] ::
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Oh, by the way...Tatianna isn't dead...I'm just over reacting...again...
:: Mars 12:46 AM [+] ::
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You're too tired to be bothered with smiling,but
you're too nice to be really mean when people
are annoying you.You look tired,but you at
least try to seem happy.


What Kind of Smile are You?
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Eh...*Falls over* So true..
:: Mars 12:45 AM [+] ::
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Oh shit oh fuck we may have lost Tatianna. Gods. Goddammit. Amber just told that she hates her or at least that she doesn't love her anymore. And I didn't really see how close Tatianna thought they were till then. She used all this personal stuff when she was saying this "I don't love you" to Tatianna. And she was just...dead...today. I don't know what to do to make it better, or even if I can...But...I think she might do something bad. God...Fucking...Damn...It...
:: Mars 5:23 PM [+] ::
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It's snowing, lightninging, and hailing outside. Walking in from the bus my feet were slipping and crunching on hailstones. And it smelled like spring out. I love this weather!
:: Mars 4:30 PM [+] ::
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WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!! My story won SECOND PLACE in the school Short Story contest!!!!!!!!!! *Dances with joy and happyness* I got a check for $15 but I'm not sure if I wanna cash it 'cause its the first money I ever got for my writing...I may just frame it and oggle it...MWAH...
:: Mars 10:01 PM [+] ::
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You shouldn't be allowed into public- let alone the
workforce. You belong behind bars, chewing on
your own elbows and drinking cadmium for fun.


What is your ultimate job?
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MWAH! *Gnaws on Shay's arm for fun* I'sh mahken mohm'ries!!
:: Mars 9:50 PM [+] ::
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