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Sunday, July 06, 2008
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It's 4:17am
and I really can't stand the "freecreditreport.com" guy.
Oh, you know who I'm talking about. He's got that damn guitar, and that nasal voice. Looks like a kid I'd beat the shit out of for lunch money.
*twitch*
And apparently my mom was hit by a car while I was in the Philippines. And I'm finding out now? Not cool.
"We didn't want you to worry."
Meh. I'm going to go watch t.v.
(random link: www.neave.com he's got fun stuffs there.)
Oh, and why do people like to message me so early in the morning? This is what I get for falling asleep in front of my laptop.
Friday, July 04, 2008
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Hello nyc. [updated]
I actually arrived last night. 9:30pm
But CJ told me about my brothers performance in Manhattan, and I really wanted to see it. I'm no fan of clubs (noisy, dark, seizure-inducing light arrangements)
Eeeep! But I really wanted to see them perform.
And it was worth the discomfort!
Ohhh... and Jabba Modern was there too.
Win!
=D
(On the negative side, lots of FOB's pushing themselves on their dance partners. Not cool. In fact down right nasty.)
*edit* I sat in the same aisle as this girl who looked like she got a nose job. The surgeon must have done a great job, because you really had to stare at her nose a bit to see the added cartilage. I wanted to ask her if she really did recieve surgery, because it interested me so much, but held my tongue. I thought about it the entire flight. 13 hours debating with myself if I should ask a complete stranger if she got cut up.
Oh, and random ass shit... Inside the plane, two rows away from my seat, some guy started to do push-ups. WTF?!?!?! AND THEN HE WINKED AT ME!!!!!!!! GROSS ASS SHIT!
He kept looking at me, but he gave up after a while. He was fit, but had an... unusual face. No deformities, just creepy.
Random. Random. Random.
I still don't fully understand why he decided to do push-ups IN A PLANE.
Note to guys, shit like that does not work.
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Wednesday, July 02, 2008
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- Record yourself screaming at the top of your lungs
- Upload it to the "Audio" section
- Direct a friend (unfamiliar to xanga) to the recording (How? It's up to you, dolt)
- Enjoy the results of your mischievous behavior.
"Pesssssshhhhhe Gauuuutiche!"
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It would have really sucked if fifty pounds was the weight limit.
I own too much
shitclothes.Heh.
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i'm just a girl who is always willing to give and recieve a little upr. try not to hurt me, and i'll make you smile. =)
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I just got an invitation from a girl I knew at St. Paul to play a game called "DROP OUT puzzle" ... ouch.
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That's not cool Google. NOT. COOL.
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Yay! Laptop bag! Grrrrrrr! Oooohhh... I leave July 3.
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