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Tuesday, October 4th, 2005
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7:17 pm - And a year later...
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Oh lord, I haven't updated in ages. Still not really sure what to write here; I guess I'm just not much of an LJ person. I'm still alive though, catching up on everyone's journals.
current mood:  calm
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| Thursday, October 21st, 2004
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8:48 pm - Jesus, what's it been, 6 months?
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Someday I'll write a REAL post, duckies.
current mood:  busy
current music: piccolo-san daisuki
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| Friday, May 7th, 2004
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6:33 pm - Ahh.
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AP exams = finished. God, that's a good feeling. I hope the readers I get for my history essays all have a sense of humor, because containment? Pfft.
Exact quote from containment essay:
"Containment? What? I don't think we were containing much of anything over there."
Exact quote from other essay:
"There are also excessive skull graphics, which lead you to think, 'Whoa, buddy, lighten up a little! And you wonder why Franklin's newspaper is more popular than yours!'"
Hey, that was illegal!
current mood: complacent
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| Tuesday, May 4th, 2004
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6:54 pm - Haha.
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Oh god, ol' punkass bitch indeed. I can not wait until she gets out of this school (one way or another, she's too fucking stupid to graduate) so no one has to deal with her extremely high asshole factor, and so no one has to listen to her whining anymore. "I'm sick of this shit, I'm sick of this academy, and I'm sick of this fucking school! I am just so over all of it!" Well, if you're "so over it," then GET over it and shut the fuck up, because no one wants to hear it, and if you start that again while I'm trying to read my 18th century German literature, (which you will NEVER be able to comprehend, judging by your, what, 400 verbal on the SAT?) I will bust a cap on your skank ass.
To drastically change subjects here, it looks like there's a big Frasier party on NBC tonight or something! I'm there!
current mood:  predatory
current music: OutKast - Roses
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| Friday, March 12th, 2004
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7:42 pm - They never accounted for wire hangers.
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I've just got to say that most people who perform oral sex on anyone and aren't get paid a lot for it are idiots, because genitals are just not pretty, and usually not clean, and keep that thing away from my mouth.
current mood:  cynical
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| Friday, February 13th, 2004
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6:01 pm - The more you share, the more the sun'll shine!
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Ah, Charlie. Those puppies were adorable, but there was something seriously wrong with the cheese on that pizza, if you ask me. Yellow rubber. Where the hell did that shirt end up? (Not yellow rubber, but, you know, stream of consciousness.)
So I like this outfit I wore today, because pink is fun, but those are not shoes you want to wear for more than 3 hours, or walk over sand and gravel in. Burning, deadly pain? Indeed.
Why do I own a shirt with a walking whippet on it anyway?
current mood: calm
current music: All Dogs go to Heaven - What's Mine is Yours
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| Tuesday, February 10th, 2004
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8:33 pm - SAT scores?
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Ouch.
Aside from that, I just have to say thank God I didn't go to Fort Meyers, and that's the end of that chapter.
Everything's cheaper at Target, I've noticed, but I hate going there so much that I probably won't be able to take advantage of these deals. That store is just too old and stuffy, and there's a weird smell in there that makes me very nervous and gives me a sore throat. Office Space for $5.99 though? Not bad, and once I've paid this latest bill, I'll probably go and risk the fumes of death for it.
Fred, even though you don't get a say in the whole dying thing, I really hope you don't, ever, because I love you, and I don't know what Joss is thinking here. If she's being killed off in order to further Gunn's character development, I guess that's understandable, but really depressing, as I love Fred so much more. The standard-issue science nerd... That's me.
That was the worst spoiler ever. At least we've got nazis tomorrow!
Fighting with bears in the mountains? Why, yes, that sounds lovely, Kyou, thanks for asking.
current mood:  drained
current music: Chrono Cross - The Bend of Time
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| Friday, January 30th, 2004
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4:51 pm - Well!
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Darla got a surprise brownie today, and is quite pleased.
current mood: grateful
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| Tuesday, January 27th, 2004
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8:03 pm - Mmm.
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| Sunday, January 25th, 2004
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8:07 pm - What's the matter with kids today?
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I'll tell you what's the matter -- They're fucking dumbasses who have no sense of decency, no work ethic, no plan for the future. I mean, there are these morons who bring drugs to school and let everyone know all about it, and then get mad when the administrators suspect them. Uh, sorry, what? You're a stoner, you're a whore, you're an idiot, you parade these facts in front of our faces and you don't think anyone is aware of it? And all those little 12-year old whores having sex... You're 12. We don't need dipshits like you spreading your disease of idiocy by reproducing. And aside from the consequences to the world's average intelligence, what about your own life? You get pregnant when you're 12, chances are, you're going to be one of those fat, chlamydia-infested townies in a trailer home in twenty years. Good job. See if any guy wants to touch you then. Jesus.
And, of course: All you little teenagers who have plenty of friends who care about you, you're decent-looking, you have 14-year old boyfriends giving you hickeys, you go have fun at dances and parties, do stupid shit, and then whine about every little thing that doesn't go your way, every mean thing someone says? You listen to angsty music, say you know what "true pain" is? You kids are idiots. The end. Every fucking human on this earth has to deal with pain. You people have it better than most, and you think your life is horrible, cut yourself all the time, and then get mad when your friends try to help you? What the fuck? You think life is so tough, go ahead and end it, you stupid selfish shit. The world's better off without you.
Disclaimer: For the record, the above rant does not apply to people who are clinically depressed, or actually DO have to deal with really horrible things. For those people, I'm sorry, and I hope they can get help and learn to enjoy life. However, I think if you're reading this, then you know very well to whom this applies.
current mood: pissed off
current music: Chicago - Cell Block Tango
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| Thursday, January 22nd, 2004
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8:21 pm - My GPA is 85%!
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What an idiot.
So this was not a bad day. Feeling good and tasting like a valedictorian is A-OK. The pungent smell of bean dip and cauliflower filling an entire house, however -- not so much.
It's great how someone can say to you, "We really need to work on that layout for the newspaper in 5th period," and then totally blow you (and the layout) off after a few minutes to go hang out with her better friend, who is becoming an idiot, has a loud and annoying laugh, and is clearly starting to make her way onto your shitlist. Journalism girls? Where's Sweet Death when you need him?
current mood:  okay
current music: Rilo Kiley - Pictures of Success
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