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Name: Anika
Country: Sweden
Birthday: 10/16/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: [People watching] [Wabi-Sabi] [Singing along with guitar solos] [Long car drives] [postcards] [Soulmusic] [sex] [Autumn] [fairy-huts] [Pecker] [Finding out that awesome song on my guitar] [Traveling] [Monk] [Latin inside jokes ("that's like saying... hey! you're ms. giacchino!")] [Perfecting poetry] [Any kind of art] [Who's line is it anyway?] [Idiosyncrasies] [Jenny+Trashcan II] [Nostalgia] [Sharing nostalgia] [SNL]
[L-o-v-e] [Old Nickelodeon shows (see blogrings below)] [History] [Plotting next revolution...] [graphic novels] [Pumps+high heels] [Law and Order]
Expertise: [Ask me anything about Hey Arnold!. I've seen every episode.]
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
Message: message me
AIM:  StAr On CicEli
Member Since:
6/23/2003
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| okay. alright. sooooooo
new xanga for anika! hoorah hoorah! so don't go to this one anymore... or else... you'd be reading the same post (this one) umm (my last one) forever. and that would be just plain sad.
moving on
new school year, new xanga.
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| the flaming lips are just so awesome, if i do say so myself.
as my mother said: "they've got their shit together"
i've decided i'm going to start a new xanga... hmmm
what'll it be guys?
i, too, want my shit together.
I feel like i'm in a colorful japanese nintendo world, bleeping and booping tunes follow me everywhere and everyone greets me with a big anime smile.
"love, love, love
Ooh! My soul."
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| okay. if the picture was bigger, you'd see even more people. imagine looking to the far right, you'd see chris and i across on the little peninsula.
Honky Tonk
wicka wacka’s reverberating left and right, fading in from barely audible to overwhelmingly peircing. shrieks and cries from his trumpet randomly explode, no beat is felt, but something is building up. steady humm of piano notes are the only thing to depend on, all sounds are unexpected. but then a steady boom-chucking comes into play of a guitar strum, and a tizzy tat of a symbol clicks into gear and a beat is born, no more frantic bursts of noise, and a sort of funk is still building. the funk level, whatever that may be, it rises until it’s teeter-totters on the level just below of an all-out musical explosion, but it stays put. you want it to rise just a little more, push it over the edge. but it still stays put. so, to deal with your frustration, you dance. you dance like no one else. and you can practically hear miles smile through his trumpet.
these guys are awesome/horrible. listen to them. i reccomend the song "spoo in her face".
wow. life is so god damn grand. | | |
| "We've reached a special place... Spiritually... ecumenically... grammatically."
- Captain Jack Sparrow
you know what's really funny? I don't do drugs. i think thats really funny. i have all the qualities that would make me the perfect addict. wow, im proud of myself. i feel so christian right now.
my page is giving me a headache. no more dispatch in the background. everybody say goodbye to dispatch
*waves*
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