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| you know times are tough when you're excited to get two hours of sleep.
another indicator is writing on xanga. this shit is dead like ...
a trend that died. uggs, for example. let them go, they
were always ugly, but now they're ugly and unfashionable.
PAZ
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| silver chips: enriching experience that impresses colleges, or gpa-killing class from hell? you decide.
also, is there a gene for good journalism that i'm missing??
could i be more retarded at this? who hired me and what were they
thinking???
look at my damn timestamp, this is ri-goddamn-diculous. my
editors should save themselves the process of editing and just punch me
in the neck.
and also, fuck xanga.
and also, fuck a lot of other things that i can't be arsed to name.
and also, i'm damn tired. i dont think i'll be sleeping tonight at this point. that sucks, yo.
...i dont think this made a lot of sense grammatically, but all
judgment is shot at this point, hence why i'm posting this despite its
stupid and uncapitalized nature. skeet skeet
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| lets get physical, physical
facebook is some drama, maybe xanga will stage a comeback. somehow i
doubt it. damn, i didn't take my contacts out, now i have to wear
my glasses tomorrow. life is hell.
honors bio rocks- ms balla is so nice and i like her hair. mr
roth has an outie belly button, it makes a little bump in his shirt
teehee.
not capitalizing makes me feel dirty.
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| Pluto, you will always be a planet in my heart.
:(
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| More stupid conversations with my family.Mom: Next year is our 25th wedding anniversary.
Dad: Does it NEVER END??
Mom: And I've decided I don't want to go on a cruise.
Lizzy: Ooh, good. Me neither.
Mom: It's just...not for me. And your whole family's going.
Lizzy: She hates your family, Dad.
Maddy: Ooooooohh.
Mom: I don't, I just--
Maddy: OOOOOOHHH.
Mom: It's just...I heard Donna was gonna be there.
Lizzy: DONNA?
Dad: Donna who married the WEASEL?
Mom: Yes. I mean, if it were just your mother and your
sisters, it'd be fine, but, if all these weird people are going...
anyway, I've decided we're going to Europe instead.
Dad: (laughter)
Mom: We're going to England and France.
Dad: (sobers) But what if I run out of ammo?
Mom: Quiet. It'll be fun.
Dad: England and France? Why can't we go to Italy?
Mom: Fine, England and Italy.
Dad: How about Italy and Italy?
Mom: No. We have to do two countries. I really want to go to England.
Dad: England? They're all blowing each other up with bombs...and...buses.
Mom: But that was meant for us, anyway. And that's over now.
Maddy: It rains there.
Lizzy: There are pretty people!
Maddy: They have bad teeth.
Dad: Urggh. England's full of awful music and heroin addicts and haggis.
Mom: What are you talking about, awful music? What about
The Clash? The greatest music ever comes from England!
Dad: Yes, but if you really think about it, all the great bands that came from England hated it there.
Maddy: Harry Potter's from England.
Mom: Exactly! And so is Kate Moss!
Maddy: Isn't she a heroin addict?
Mom: Yes, she's a complete horror. Anyway, I think she's
American. She just lives there with some awful heroin addicted
musician.
Lizzy: Pete Wentz?
Anyway, summer is coming to a close more rapidly than should be
allowed. The only reason I can say I've gotten any summer
homework done at all is that my Silver Chips article was due August 1st
(a traumatic story that needn't be told, ever). Other than that,
I've been pointedly ignoring it with the exception of reading Malcolm X
in 5-page intervals at boring soccer camp. And that stupid other
book. Stupid. Did anyone empathize with that guy at
all? What a dumbass. I'm so mad. At least it was
short.
Summerly speaking, I've watched a positively OBSCENE amount of movies, gotten involved with some really, really bad music
(DO NOT act like it's not catchy), managed to get something resembling
a tan (unfortunately including bike shorts and sock tanlines), and
discovered more comics to eat away at my meager savings. They are badass in a big way.
Finally...
Snakes on a Plane comes out on Friday. Please make sure your calendar is clear.
LMAO. If F. Scott Fitzgerald had written "Snakes on a
Plane" instead of The Great Gatsby, my life would involve so much less
pain. I'VE HAD IT WITH THESE MOTHERFUCKING SNAKES ON THIS
MOTHERFUCKING PLANE.
Bye now. Hope everyone's summer is going excellently.
Hahaha... Pete Wentz.
IN ADDITION: If
you're bored and wishing you had a thought-provoking, wonderfully
violent French movie (but in English!! So I guess it's "french-style"
really) I'd recommend this one. Also, if you'd like to see Gary
Oldman FLIP HIS SHIT. Like seriously. In a big way.
ADDENDUM THE SECOND: My good friend Lauren Sumida got her hair
cut very short (and amazingly adorable!!) and would like nothing better
than for YOU to ask her for a picture.
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Leon - The Professional (Deluxe Edition)
By Jean Reno, Gary Oldman, Natalie Portman, Danny Aiello, Peter Appel, Willi One Blood, Don Creech, Keith A. Glascoe, Randolph Scott (II), Michael Badalucco, Ellen Greene, Elizabeth Regen, Carl J. Matusovich, Frank Senger, Lucius Wyatt Cherokee, Eric Challier, Luc Bernard, Ma�wenn Le Besco, Jessie Keosian, George Martin (II)
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