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Brownies with whipped cream are possibly the most divine thing to hit the planet.
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[27 Jan 2004|08:05pm] |
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Basic Conduct For People In General:
+ Do not give your child more than one middle name and then give them a nickname based on one of those middle names. I.E. Alison Laura Anne Vaughan's nickname is 'Annie'. Common sense.
+ Guys: Adjusting yourself in public is fine as long as you do it discreetly.
+ Girls: Don't bitch at your boyfriend/husband/brother/male friend/whatever when he does adjust himself in public. Especially when you adjust your bra in public.
+ Being an 'authority figure' is not a licence to be an asshole and abuse the privilege.
+ Don't snap your gum. Ever.
+ Please refrain from that sucking your teeth thing that you do when someone says something ridiculous.
+ You will probably never met *insert celebrity here* so you might want to stop pretending that you two are deeply in love and will get married and name your child after characters they play/people in their band. You will not fuck him/her.
+ No one believes that your penis is like 9 feet long. Shut Up.
+ There is no way in hell you can make me believe that those are really. Boob jobs are bad.
+ Having a certain hair colour does not affect the way you act or your brain.
+ No one wants to hear your sob story. If they say they do, it's just to finally get you to shut up. Everyone else can deal with their own problems, so can you.
+ You know those geeks you make fun of all the time? You are going to be bagging their groceries one day. They will be pulling in thousands of dollars. They will crush you like an ant one day.
+ Girls: If you hit a guy with the intention of hurting him or starting a fight, don't be surprised when he hits you back, he has every right to. Period.
+ Guys: PMS is not the only reason girls get angry/sad/whatever. If you suggest that it is, expect her to be really pissed off.
+ The 'your mom' jokes are lame. Get some new material.
+ The genre of music you listen dis not an excuse to be a snobby asshole.
+ It takes longer figure out what your ridiculous 'internet speech' means than it does for you write out the whole thing like and intelligent human being.
+ tYpE1Ng L1eK d1S 1S nEvA aCcePTabLe. It lowers your IQ by at least 30 points. It doesn't look cute either.
+ If you want something done your way, don't ask someone else to do it and then demand they do it the way you want it. Do it yourself you lazy prick.
+ Want to lose weight? Drink a milkshake in the morning [[a real one, not one you buy from the store]] and don't eat lunch. And exercise. That's the best diet out there.
+ Chocolate does in fact reduce headaches. So does caffeine.
+ Being a vegan/vegetarian does not make you holier than me. Or anyone else.
+ If you must offend people at a fancy party/dinner, do it cleverly, don't just show up and a stained 'wife beater' and a pair of ratty jeans.
+ Use lotion, even if you are a butch-man, it makes your skin feel nicer. This is good for butch-men, because girls prefer softer skin.
+ Body hair is disgusting. On guys and girls. Shave it. Or at least trim it every few weeks.
+ Feminism is something that's very easy to go overboard with and become irrational with. Make sure you don't do that.
+ Womyn are not stupid because they think differently from men.
+ Men are not stupid because they think differently from womyn.
+ Being religious is not an excuse to be a jackass.
+ Nor is being an atheist.
+ The 'it's my body' argument doesn't work.
+ Music does not define you.
+ Wearing a skirt or a pair of dress pants doesn't make you look nice you you can't do it right. I.E. Don't wear a pair of trashed Converses with it or something.
+ When using the argument 'everyone is entitled to their own opinion', make sure you practice what you preach.
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[27 Jan 2004|12:00am] |
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I have a new screenname.
SpacegirlxSpiff
Calvin and Hobbes fans will understand that.
That is all.
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[26 Jan 2004|10:02pm] |
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I hate it when you find the absolute perfect background...and the page it's on doesn't exist anymore, or for some reason you can't access it. That. Sucks. Ass.
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[26 Jan 2004|09:56pm] |
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All right, update time.
I went to the mall with Loren and Samantha yesterday Sam went to the mall with ten dollars and spent twenty five. Eight of those dollars were mine. The last dollars I get for two weeks. Bitch.
We played hide-and-go-seek in the mall. With cellphones. We rule.
When we went into the mall, at around three, it was really cloudy and gross out side, when we left the mall at around five thirty, it was snowing. A lot. I went out side later to go to Sydnee's and discovered that my foot prints leading to my house where almost completely covered. I also realized that it was raining ice, which really hurt, especially if you looked up, and you managed to get scratched by it. Ouch.
When I went home from Sydnee's I took full advantage of the fact that none one was awake, it was really bright out side, and there were no cars on the road, to dance around like a fool. I win.
So anyway, we didn't have school today. And we won't tomorrow either. Score!
I've be walking around outside with lemon juice in my hair hoping to lighten it a little more, since I didn't bleach it enough, but all it did was make my hair sticky, dry, and weird smelling....not cool. Of course I can't bleach it again for two weeks. Damnit.
I think I'm going to mess with my layout a little bit.
I had some other stuff to say, but I forgot.
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Snow Day baby!
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Blurty, you are a whore!!!!!
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[24 Jan 2004|06:05pm] |
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This is so my theme song of the moment.
And my hair bloody owns you.
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[24 Jan 2004|04:49pm] |
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My dad is listening to 'Material Girl'.....
WEIRD!
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[24 Jan 2004|02:37pm] |
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I think when my mom wakes up I'm going to ask her to take me to Walgreens so I can buy s'more hair dye and some new eyeshadow....and possibly new lipgloss. Vain? I think so.
I wanna dye one half of my hair black and the other half blonde [[nevermind that fact that blonde looks hideous on me]], so I'd have to bleach half of it, but whatever, I just don't care anymore. Plus, this will be a great way to get my mind off my grades. Wee.
Watch Mom say that I can't bleach half of it. Arg. Or that I can't go.
This is completely pointless, but I don't really care.
Oh, one more thing, I'm thinking about letting my gauged piercings heal, but I dunno. It's kind of a source of pride for me. Like 'hey, look what I did, do you know how painful it was?' and then seeing the shocked look on peoples faces when they see how big the hole is. Gah. Annie is conflicted. Again.
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[24 Jan 2004|12:45pm] |
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I think I wrote something earlier about having three F's on my report card. Well I just realized that it's entirely popular that I am failing all of my core class. Of course this hit me at around 12.30 last night and just freaked me out so badly. So now you have a hardcore atheistic cynical motherfucker praying to whatever god is listening and grasping onto almost none existant bits of hope that I passed both English and World Cultures with a C and that somehow the 41% I have in science can be raised to a D. Hell, I'd be happy with just the two C's, but I don't need or want to have five blood F's on my report card.
Either way, my dad will murder me.
Yea, so if I'm not around much at all after February 6th, it's because I'm grounded and he disconnected the cable from my room. What he doesn't know is that I still have everything thing needed to dial up and I can use Nicks computer, but still. GAH.
Oh yea, and I missed Thursday and Friday because I was sick. So I can't make anything up except for exams.
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And all of this is my bloody fault.
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Bored. Stole from Bessie. Caveman talk.
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I was supposed to write a real update....last Friday I think, now here I am the next Wednesday, finally writing out an update. Go Annie.
I got a fucking C an my English exam. Never in my life have I gotten anything lower than an A on an English exam in my life. Suffice to say I am very angry at myself. In addition to this, I have an F in Science at the moment, an F in Algebra, and an F in P.E.. I'm sure I have one is ILA and World Cultures as well. I. Am. Going. To. Get. Murdered.
I have a very slim chance of getting my Science grade up. [[it's a 41%]]. I think that only classes I am actually passing are Drama and Chorus.
Basically, I'm jacked. Uh, report cards come in February, so if I'm not around much [[if at all]] then you'll all know why.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
FUCK!
It is entirely too cold, both inside and outside. My hand is so freaking cold. My hands are always cold, so that probably doesn't mean much, but godDAMN.
And my toe hurts. And bitch bitch bitch.
My mom went up to MA. from Thursday to Tuesday, so I was basically stuck with my dad the whole weekend. [[Nick went back to Camp Lejuene]]. I spent most of the time wishing he would leave or watching movies. I'm pathetic. Oh, and I finally got around to reading Lord Of The Rings. completely out of order, of course.
I really need to do something with this godawful hair of mine. I think I might dye it blonde and black or something. My hair = boring right now.
I hate highschoolers because they get half days. BASTARDS.
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I feel so fucking sick right now. I just want to die. Ugh. I can't afford to miss anymore school either. I'd like to trade in my organs for new ones. I even look sick. My cheeks are flushed despite that fact that I'm freezing, the rest of my face is plaer than normal, my eyes are bloodshot with huge dark circles under them. This. Blows.
Peace out motherfuckers.
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[16 Jan 2004|08:49pm] |
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I would just like to say that I refuse to 'go out with' anyone for a very very very very long time.
Draw your own conclusions as to the reason why, I really don't care.
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