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Name: Why don't Country: United States State: Maryland Birthday: 2/22/1989 Gender: Female
Interests:
Watching my fish! Oh, and spinning around in really tight circles.
And doodling...on math notebooks, on church programs, on pretty much any peice of paperI have when I get bored...
Expertise: FISH! FISH ARE COOL!
They come in so many pretty colors! I have an aquarium! I have many neat fish! There's orangey, and pinky, and yellowy, and invisofish, and Mr. Fluff, and sucky fish, and neon Tetras 1 and 2!
Occupation: Artist Industry: Art
Message: message meEmail: email me AIM: FwooshIMABAT Yahoo: longnosedquoll
Member Since:
9/8/2003
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| 'kay, EasternLongNosedQuoll is now my site. | | |
| I think I might start a new xanga site. The whole hyperactive pie thing has started to annoy me. Whether or not I want to go through the trouble of making another xanga, I don't know, but it's any idea. Icky has what, 4?
Today, we've made a plan. Take Ralph to the dog park, then to the dog wash, then go to Artscape in Baltimore and see what that's all about. Anyone want to come? We'll probably go around noon, I doubt any of you will be awake or at least dressed and breakfasted, so it's not likely. But, I'll bring my handi. | | |
| Bah. Today, I gotta call SOMEONE and do SOMETHING, or else I'll EXPLODE. Gonna call Sara later, see how she's doing. Please, if anyone currently in this state reads this, call. I'm soooooooo booooooooored.
Gonna go down to stay at Meema's place next week so I can go to a sewing 101 class at a place near her. It'll be fun. We're making pants and a pillow. And when we're not doing that, we can go swimming or something!
Since they're moving the surgery from August to November, Dad says maybe we can use his week off to go to the beach instead! I'm so happy!!! I like the beach.
Please someone do something with me. | | |
| Geez, why is everyone so boring this week? | | |
| I don't get enough email. No one responds to my emails, either. It's all very sad. So, no one wants to do anything. Blah. | | |
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