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And on a last note

Tue, 08 Aug 2006 03:31:32 GMT

Dear, I don't know how I'll ever get over such a devastating insult.

Basie, get over the fact that your friends ditched you to hang with us for a bit.

I've moved houses, I've moved schools, I've moved to new friends.

YOU TRY MOVING ON.

-'Fat Bitch'

P.S.: ... some dude that I don't even know stood up for me, and it's kinda weirdin' me out. Cool, nonetheless.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Wed, 26 Jul 2006 02:11:17 GMT

Xanga is gonnneee.

Whatever I post up here, I normally tell my friends anyways. And the only people who really comment are Lex 'n' Jen. So, blah. Xanga and I are officially (?) breaking up. It's been a long, rough relationship.

Oh, yeah. Disneyland kicked ass, all my friends allready know that, and I have new friends in band at CHHS, so yay and nah nahnah nah nah to you.

Peace.

-Marie [Antoinette]

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Wed, 05 Jul 2006 02:48:14 GMT

Yeah, since I was vague.

Warped tour- I hadn't had sleep in two days before it, so I didn't stay as long as planned, but still had a kickass time. Helped out bands with their equipment 'n' stuff, set up next to the Dollyrots, talked to Shiragirl and gave 'em twizzlers (so they gave me their album), and a whole crudload of other stuff. Working was easy (WHEN I worked... which was hardly ever). It consisted of just shooting the people who pass by with water guns. Yay.

California is so awesomely awesome. And so much better than Florida, Miki, I don't care what you say. Been here for about a week now, leaving this Sunday (my birthdayyy). So far we've gone through L.A. several times, walked on Venice Beach, shopped at Venice Beach (I bought this 'gypsy' skirt thingy as Jo calls it), swam a whole bunch, and... like... everything. Wow. My head hurts. Oh, and we went to this hyooooodg theatre place in this mall, saw Superman Returns (ehhh, 'twas okay).

DISNEY LAND THIS FUH-RIDAYY.

And when I get back, there's Wet'n'Wild (IT'S A WATER PARK FOR THE LAST TIME, Redmond) with Miki, Busch Gardens with Lexie, and band camp at the place with the people and wow.

Off for Fireworks soon. (It's not even dark here yet...)

P.S.- Oh, yeah, and I might get my tragus pierced (uhm, it's a part of your ear...), but mum's still thinking about either letting me get that done or just a regular cartalige peircing. I'm crossing my fingers.

Over the river and through the woods...

Fri, 30 Jun 2006 04:25:19 GMT

Mair is now at her (awesome) grandmother's house in Cypress, California (next to L.A., for those of you who don't know). Nothing much to say about it right now.

So I guess I'll just talk later...?

...man.

-Mair Bear

My life dream has been fulfilled,

Wed, 28 Jun 2006 14:22:18 GMT

I have crowd surfed to The Buzzcocks.

Warped Tour was great/tiring, Worked from 7 AM to 7:30 PM with no sleep from the previous two days. Got to meet a good deal of the bands & set up their stuff. Can't express my happiness through a xangbang entry, plus, I'm still uberly tired and in need of packing.

Off to the other side of the country in about five hours. Ta =]

-'Salad fork'

Monday, June 26, 2006

Mon, 26 Jun 2006 20:05:27 GMT

So the entirety of the underlayer of my hair is now deep purple. I'll have pictures on myspazz later or something. For now, I'll just be packing.

sooo. I don't know what's going on with the font here, but whatever.

Berkshire Manor or something. It's small, it reminds me of a hotel suite, but it's okay. Swimming pool. 1.3 miles from Cat's Cradle. Movie store, Chinese, Mexican, and a shopping centre across the street.

SUBWAY IN MY CAFETERIA BOO AND YA.

Plus, instead of having 'band camp' for marching band at the school's football feild, it's at Western Alamance or something. Overnight, even.

And I hope you're happy to know that I've decided to take Japanese. We get six electives throughout the year. I've got two year-round, a semester of theatre 1 and a semester of health (manditory...).

Oh, and we're required to do 50 hours of community service throughout our four years of Chapel Hill High. But for me, it's just 40, considering freshman year is GONE. (Sophmore, can you believe it? Actually, you can...)

Last weekend Grams came over. She just recently got the news about our parents, and she's all teary all the time. She kept on telling me how I'd feel so much better if I read the bible, then started preaching to us about something I wasn't really paying attention about. I was trying to hold in laughter the entire time (and so were Jo and Lu). And one of our dogs ran away. ;\ But we were never that close to our dogs. They were the boring kind... but we made an attempt to find him. If you see a brown nine-year-old mutt that barks at anything animate, let us know.

So last night I went to go see this premier of this indie film one of my grown-up friends wrote for. Spunky Z's Solution. Quite the shiz. It might be the only time it's playing ever, but it was worth seeing. <3

We cut out a red carpet square from our doggie mat and gave it to her with a bow on it. Her very own red carpet, she even walked on it.

Oh, yes, and one more thing. Since I'm no longer part of Pig High, and I only completed half of the driver's test, I'll have to make it up in the fall or something, sucks majorly. But there's things to make up for it, eh?

Now off to pack/clean the purpleness out of my ears.

-Too lazy to make another combination of the name 'Mair' and some other word.

P.S.- Dad's still not saying anything. We'll give him a break when we're in California (we're leaving this Wednesday, coming back on my birthday (the 9th)). If anyone could wish me luck, it'd be great.

Friday, June 23, 2006

Fri, 23 Jun 2006 02:20:30 GMT

MAIR.

SHALL BE WORKING.

AT WARPED TOUR.

-splode-

Or at least there's a 95% chance of it.

VIP bracelet and everything.

S'look for meh.

-Ze Mair

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Sat, 17 Jun 2006 04:46:44 GMT

So Mair got offa her lazy bum today, got up at six to do yoga. And those little aerobics things on tele that look funny no matter how you do 'em. (and then slept for three hours...)

Maddie's sweet 16 was quite the shiz. Pranced about Wal-Mart with prom dresses on, played tag in Wal-Mart (whomever was it had to wear a sparkley pink hat). Kyle and Maddie totally cheated, they ditched and went to Maple View whilst my party searched for them for 15 minutes. Bought fake plastic light sabers (mine was red, Mair = dark side), chased eachother in this feild (?). Yeah.

Went to Bandito's, got little kiddie paper tiara things decorated with Disney princesses on them (mine was a pooh bear, I put stickers all the way up his ears (peircings)). Becky and I chased Kyle all the way up Churton street with our lightsabors, then kept him hostage. Becky and I drove back whilst the others walked, blasted music, Mair bopp'd the walking ones on the head with the sabor. Mhm.

Ate foods, sat 'round bonfire, played truth or dare (ended up forcing Maddie to lick Kyle's nipple), got dark, walked down to Cameron Park, climbed around in the playground, swung on the swings in pitch black. Walked back to Maddie's, some creepy old guy's behind us, we freak out, Rachel screams (this is expected). She claims it's the evil Janitor. Yeeeah.

Three of us hear screaming coming from the direction of Cameron Park, we grab flashlights, Rachel freaks out, we go back, I claim to see a boy hanging from the monkey bars (it was scary enough for them), Rachel screams, we walk back, we talk, we laugh, we leave.

None of that made sense, I'm tired as shit.

Good day.

-Mair

("the less you wear, the more you need Mair"...? o.0)

Monday, June 12, 2006

Mon, 12 Jun 2006 18:20:59 GMT

Not too much posting over the summah.

KNOWZ WHAI?

L.A. BABY. M'cha.

Be jealous. Be verrryyy jealous.

-Mairmaid

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Thu, 08 Jun 2006 03:27:51 GMT

Today + yesterday = wow.

Just talk to me on AIM, there's no way I'm gonna spell this out on xangbang.

Also, my hair is shorter. In order to see it, you'll have to visit me. =X

-Mm, air.

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(It's the thoot that counts)