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2003-04-30 14:01:55
Hmmm. I'm back. From where? I'm not sure. I'm in school again now. Yeah, a whole year later. I might've gained a couple grammatical skills or something. I think I've lost them.
The good news is that I still have nothing to talk about. Better yet, um.. no, that's all.
My brother got a PSOne demo disc in the mail yesterday. Jedi Power Battles. Hoooly smokes. That's a game and a half. I'm not very good, naturally, but it's a lot of fun. Yeah.
I can't decide between Master Of Puppets and Justice. I'm not sure if it's a coincidence that the song that shares the title of the album on both records are on track two. I don't know if that made sense. Shut up. Anyway, I'm conflicted between whether Disposable Heroes or One is the better song. I asked Ian.
"One."
I really hope he's right. Master Of Puppets, as a whole is the better album, though And Justice For All has the better songs. Or something.
It seems that nothing has changed, in that I still have nothing to talk about. Maybe I'm not quite as hyper. Only a year. Hmmm.
Had a field trip this morning. And before that, I presented my bit in Hebrew. I'd write it out, but I'm not sure that amv supports Hebrew font. Which I think I'm glad for, for some reason. I had more trouble waking up this morning, which is odd. I got to sleep at 12:30, and that's two hours earlier than Monday. Bleeeh. I had more sleep, and it still didn't do anything for me. Which must be the fault of accumulative late nights. Which is the fault of Karen Richter and me figuring out how to work my television again. ReBoot. Don't watch that.
Before this gets out of hand, I'm starting a new paragraph. Oh, and there's another thing that's changed since last year. I can type a lot faster. I haven't used all that many backspaces this whole.. um.. thing. Yeah. Funny how it took me about sixty tries to type that sentence. Maybe not that many, but regardless. Look, an egg.
I'm tiiired! I had some food today, finally. I was really hungry at the bloody field trip. It was horrifically uncomfortable, and I couldn't even sleep through the movies. Someone ought to die for that. Then again, it's my fault, and I'm not allowed to die. Nope.
So what's this thing about golf clubs lately? Or for that matter, golf in general. Maybe it's just me, but I think that golf as a whole is appearing a lot more in society. Or in the people I talk to. I don't see what they big hype over golf is. It's a terrible sport. If you can call it a sport. All you do is walk around a field with a fifty pound bag of metal sticks, so that you can hit a tiny white imperfect sphere into a hole that no one can see eighteen times. Most people can't even do it eighteen times. Golf should be outlawed. Standing in the sun all day, abusing the poor white balls. And they wear a single glove. Some sort of rule about not being allowed to use two gloves, which is nonsense. But if that's the case, why must they humiliate themselves by wearing one glove? And another thing. Are people honestly amused by golf? You get those people standing around in the hot, itchy, dry, sweaty, fields, with their plastic bags and tupperware containers full of food. And insects. Kool Aid. Who -honestly- likes that sort of thing? Because I have every right to club the ever-loving smoke out of you if you do.
A quick note- our school security guards changed uniforms. Again.
Anyway, I don't feel much like talking about golf anymore. Or anything. I want to sleep. Better yet, make someone buy Jedi Power Battles for me so I can play and play and play and cut up battle droids with my shiny blue stick of energy. Energy? I have none of that right now.
In fifteen minutes, I'm going to have to struggle through geography. We're going to be watching a disgustingly boring movie or taking notes or getting handouts that we have to read. Come to think of it, we never actually do anything in geo. Makes me want to screeeam. We had A TEST ON DIRT ONE TIME. I just felt like typing that in caps. There goes that energy burst I had.
Ian is taking a typing test. Personally, I don't think that the keyboard should be an issue. You should learn to deal with all types of keyboards, regardless of what they do. Soooo, phone.. Yeah, that's my new name for him. Phone. Spiffy, no?
No.
Regardless, I should really go. Not that I have to, but more that I want to. This is probably one of my longer entries, buuut.. wait, no, I'm not trying to prove anything there. So I'm entering this now. Byebye. -
LOLOLOLOLOL
2002-11-01 10:35:28
sjgurhiughrughuugri IAN MAKES ME DO BAD THINGS
AND NOW
I WON'T GET TO TEND THE BIRDS - ERROR. Aaaahhh! 2002-07-21 22:32:17 That should be Prince George to Sacramento* in the last one there. Sorry about that.
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Please, pardon that last entry...
2002-07-20 04:13:01
Yeah... HI! To you... all of you... all one hundred and fifty-seven of you who've seen my journal thingy. Yeah.
I'm in British Columbia. Still. Ugh. *dies* I'm farther west now. They want to drown me. I'm about five blocks from the Pacific ocean. And I have one statement to make.
TAKE ME BACK TO BLOODY MANITOBA, DAMMIT!
Please? I'll pay you! I'll give ya forty bucks to take me from Prince Rupert, British Columbia to Winnipeg, Manitoba. Even as far Prince George. I wouldn't pay you for that, but I'd be grateful. I can take a bus to Sacramento from Prince George, and a free plane trip from there to Winnipeg. ZOOM!
I wrote out a bunch of Oracle of Ages crap about Rings today. I'm f*BEEP*in' addicted to that game. When I'm not on the computer, or sleeping, that's always what I'm doing here. AHAHAHAHAHAHA *implodes*
*terraplodes* Thank you Ciato.
*psychonoleliplodes* Thank you Zellery.
*BOHplodes* Thank you Doomrider.
*_____plodes* Thank you Gendo.
...GENDO?..!? o.O;; Ikari-kun!
The NAPPA. National Aging Penguin Painting Assosiation.
The ZARBON. Zesty Avocados Rolling Backwards On Nevada.
The FRIEZA. Flying Rocks Inhale Empty Zealot Arms.
The VEGETA. Voracious Emus Get Eaten Together Again.
The DODORIA. Dying Outrageously Diseased Ostriches Retaining Introverted Amonia.
The KAKAROT. Keeping Away Krunchy Armadillos Roosting Outside Teapots.
The GHURD. Growing Happily Under Radish Drops.
The AMV. Anime Music-...shhh... *runs*
The BABIDI. Bouncing Antagonizingly Bored Idle Dead Igunas.
The MAJIN BUU. Moronic Arched Jumping Imbeciles Nesting Behind Unanimous Umbrellas.
The PERFECT CELL. Plentiful Eggplants Reeling Fearfully Except "CROIKY!" Turtles Crunching Empathetic Lefthanded Legumes.
The KRILLIN. Killing Ridged Idiots Laughing Lazily In Nooses.
I'm done. They were tapering off after Majin Buu.
The GENDO. Giant Elephants Not Drinking Oranges. Shhhh, no one has to know... it just blends in with the paragraph. We could smuggle anagrams from here to New Hampshire. I should go. Really. The British Columbians are making me psychotic. Yeah. Bai, peoples.
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.....AAAAHHHHHH!!!
2002-07-17 05:56:04
All my promises are lies, all my love is hate says:
i did nothing to provoke such attacks.
All my promises are lies, all my love is hate says:
FUUUUUUUUUUCK that!
Zellery says:
Excellent!!
Zellery says:
*nails an American flag to our insane pal James*
All my promises are lies, all my love is hate says:
i'd rather eat my own testicles than be an american
Zellery says:
That can be arranged...
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