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agentrolypoly
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Interests: Classic rock, punk, rock in general, some country. Music is pretty much everything. Expertise: Cashiering, I rock the produce codes like nobody's business. Occupation: Student Industry: Other
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5/2/2004
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| I finally know how it feels to be so disgusted and repulsed by someone that you want them to suffer as much as possible. I used to think I knew how pathetic, selfish, and despicable people could be, but I've learned my lesson. I have lost all faith in people. I will no longer give anyone the benefit of the doubt. Instead of trusting someone I don't know until they fall from my graces, others will have to earn my respect. I will no longer let my fear of offending people make me vulnerable. All I can say is that I'm so thankful for the trustworthy friends and family that I have.
Maybe this makes me disgusting and repulsive, but I guess I'm willing to risk that. | | |
| I was grounded for skipping the xmas eve party at my grandparents' house, so I've had to turn down 3 hangout opportunities. But it will all be over at midnight tonight. Yes! Since I've had nothing better to do, I've already finished reading one of the trilogys...trilogies...I got for Christmas. Also, I decided to take off my fancy-ass fake nails myself and ended up filing my nails to a thickness of about one (1) micron. In case you didn't know, that hurts like a bitch. I'm talking nauseating mind-numbing pain. So that's been fun. In other news, I CLEANED MY ROOM! For reals, yo. It's frigging spotless. ish. I located all of the change I'd saved up and Coinstarred it today (yes, that's right, I have just started a trend by using a proper noun as a verb. Don't deny it, you'll use it someday.) So I ended up with $92.45, meaning the machine took about $10 as a processing fee. Guess what. I don't care. I have $92.45 in my wallet.
Now for the ever-awaited Christmas Present Inventory!
-A pair of black Etnies w/ a dark blue "E" on the sides. -Twilight Giants Trilogy by Troy Denning -Dark Elf Trilogy by R.A. Salvatore -cute socks -Airplane "Don't Call Me Shirley!" Edition DVD -season 1 of House DVD -The Color and the Shape-Foo Fighters CD -tons of kickass earrings -a shiny belt -a box of Cheez-its -candy -purple mascara -assorted gift cards to: McD's, Best Buy, Blockbuster, Kohls, Applebees, etc. -pjs -2 hairbrushes, one small enough for my purse FINALLY -an awesome green case for my ipod which unfortunately doesn't fit it And last but not least...
A "Weird Tales of the Ramones" 3 CD 1 DVD set complete with 52 page comic book and 3D glasses!!!!!!11111oneone
So yeah. My Christmas was cool. Also, my cousin's babies got sick and couldn't come over on Christmas Day. Shame. I have no patience this year, does that mean I'm getting old?
Countdown to freedom: 5hrs29min. | | |
| I saw Walk the Line with my parents the other day! It was amazing! I didn't know how soap-opera-ish his life really was. Once I realized that most of the movie would be about how he screwed up a lot of stuff, I thought I'd be disappointed. Like he was some glamorous idol who turned out to be a fake. It was kind of like being told Santa Claus not only wasn't real, but was doing 20-life for kicking puppies. But in the end I liked how it showed all his flaws (as if a biopic could do it any other way...) because it felt less like a movie. That's what I loved about Walk the Line! The acting was not "convincing" or "amazing" or "realistic;" I didn't even have to think about the acting. It was dead-on. I wasn't sitting in the theater thinking, "Wow! These are great actors!" I just felt like I was watching his life. Looking back, yeah, of course the acting was incredible, but I appreciated how it was so good that I didn't have to take any attention away from the story to think "hm, that seemed a little forced." I love movies like that. Ones where I care about what's happening and I'm crossing my fingers as if there was a chance it could go any other way. I forget it's not real life, and it's fun. Sweet.
Damn, I was going to write about this book I just read that kicked ass. Oh well, it's the "currently reading" thing. So read it. | | |
| I hate Thanksgiving. I hate customers. I'm not a huge fan of my mom's side of the family, we just don't have much in common. Very few people have much in common with me anymore...Awesome. So, 3 more days of "vacation", even though I have to work. I've decided that in January, when I'm on winter break from school, I'm going to ask off work for a week and just chill. Damn I need to take these fake nails off. I can't type for shit. Could also be because I'm on Adri's laptop since our downstairs has been invaded by screaming children and dressed-up relatives. Sweet. I'm in a negative mood today. So I'm going to go sleep in my room until they make me come down for pictures. Goody. Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I hate holidays. | | |
| I've decided I'm going to have a kid. Just so I can let him/her be a kid for as long as possible. I won't say, Oh no! You're starting high school next year! Quick, decide what you want to do for the rest of your natural life, because if you don't get started now, you won't know which classes to take, or what hobbies to pursue! Start looking at colleges NOW! Your ENTIRE FUTURE depends on whether you go to that movie with the friends from school or stay here and study for your AP Calculus test! I'll say, Hey, you're a kid. Fucking take advantage of it, because once you get to college and get a career, you have to grow up. And that blows! If you fail a test in college, you waste thousands of dollars. If you skip a day at the office, you get fired and end up living in a refrigerator box. But if you skip a day of high school, you'll get over it. You're supposed to slack off and be irresponsible and laid back when you're young. When it doesn't really matter. That's what living is all about. Don't take Honors English unless you love English. Don't join 35 clubs unless you love all 35 of those clubs. It's ok to mess up. It's actually pretty hard to hit rock bottom. There are so many options out there. You have a fuckload of time to figure out what you want to do. If you miss an opportunity and it takes an extra year of college or some extra money to get where you want to be, that's ok. But if you miss the opportunity to be a 17 year old with a crappy part time job and a crappy car and awesome friends and great memories, you're going to regret that forever. | | |
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