tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55034492011-04-21T21:54:33.339-04:00An unused webjournal, mostly an archive of events that happened during the happier moments of my life.AGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17760502957266243992noreply@blogger.comBlogger1391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503449.post-1081820163795942262004-04-12T21:36:00.000-04:002004-04-12T21:40:03.793-04:00

Boxing:: Squidward Lewis:: Sachar (wrong spelling, though.) Bodyguard:: Zoolander Burnout:: Eyeliner Cruising:: Yacht Easter:: JCSS AA:: Hand signal Research:: Naptime Redemption:: A Seperate Peace Snickers:: Quips So, I've written a play and sent it in. AND! GUESS WHAT THE BEST PART IS!! I have school tomorrow! [/sarcasm!!!]

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I can't get the Jesus Christ Super Star music out of my head... *walks off singing "What's the buzz, tell me what's happening.."*

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You are Enju. Caring and motherly, you areTsugiri's caretaker. He loves you deeply andyou do all you can to keep him safe and out ofharm's way. Fighting may not be your strongpoint, but you are selfless and do all you canto keep him safe. Manga- What Alichino Character Are You? brought to you by Quizilla

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I found out today that I am able to cry now. It's good, I guess. Crying is what you do when you can't drain other fluids from your body. Or is it the other way around? Anyways. I've been a wreck lately because of school and my emotions. The transition from Philadelphia to Pittsburgh is a lot tougher than it seemed at first. I got back my report card today. I have an overall GPA of 3.36... It's

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His name is Max, and today in science he asked if I could be his partner for the lab project... Hanyan... I think I'm going to draw a picture of him so you can see what he looks like. ^^ Stupid PSSAs, they're ruining my schedule. I only have science class twice this week. ;_; Oh well. At least I've got band class to keep me through. XD Which reminds me, after I get off the computer and draw for a

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http://www.thayertoyota.com/uploads/YELLOW%2004%20MATRIX.jpg I want... this.

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Wife:: Rika Criminal:: Stripes Campaign:: Lincoln-Douglas Infection:: Ringworm Portland:: Finland NASCAR:: Spew IMAX:: AMAZERING!! Martian:: Rei Nike:: shoeLACE Trial:: Dred Scott Hahaha, some of them have references to pre-Civil war things... I've been doing homework for that. XD

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Today we got new seats in science class... I don't get to sit next to the turtles anymore. I actually sit next to two kids. One has red hair. And likes anime. And manga. And knows what a dub is. And likes to draw. And has a sketchbook. And is good at it. And is very kind. ...Reba has a crush.

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I'm gonna be testing this week. And probably get lectured AGAIN on the right way to fill in a bubble. o_o And I need a calculator, since we can't use the ones on our laptop. I'm tired now, I woke up at 5 just to wake up early. I looked at more fonts. It was all very fun. o_o;;

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American Granger: Hello, there! How are you? dcn90: who r u American Granger: I'm Reba. Um. Yes. dcn90: o dcn90: thought so dcn90: good u American Granger: I'm doing fine American Granger: If the dance wasn't cancelled at the last minute... what would your answer have been? American Granger: (This is for my own peace of mind.) dcn90: well if the dance wasnt canceled and if i would have had the

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I saw this really really really ridiculously good-looking layout. The instructions said to email the webmaster/artist person, and I'd get the .zip file within 48 hours. So, knowing my procrastination and HTML/CCS skills, expect a new layout to appear sometime before next week. If I can do that. XD Anyway, onto my life. Things are getting slower around here, everything is getting rythmic. I even

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I'm off on a quest to find a really really really ridiculously good-looking blog layout.

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They stole the Spooongemoonkeeeeeeeys.

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Nothing in the Matrix can make me happy. I... hate... this. Neo.....

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Trying desperately to make AIM work for us American Granger: I like the new chat idea American Granger: o_o makoto774: haha makoto774: since you just soba'd yourself out of the room XD

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o_o o_o I want to be a hacker o_o o_o o_o Being a hacker is like drawing attention to the fact that you exist o_o o_o o_o o_o But you're not actually begging for the spotlight o_o o_o o_o o_o o_o Plus it'd be fun to ruin the lives of idiots

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My new school's band is playing LOTR music... they sound awesome... I don't think I'll be able to measure up to that... o_o My new school is so amazing, I doubt I'll measure up to anything they give me. And I'm actually going to school on Monday. Wow. I hope people there accept me for who I am, because I'm not changing to fit the mold of whoever is there. And if things aren't good, then things

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Rei and Jase. You're the only things keeping me from thumbtacking. *sings* I certainly would have walked away by now. And I... still may... and I... still may

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^_^ Yaaaaay Zoolander! *just watched it for the second time in the two days she's had it* I'm working on memorizing it. =P

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No, no, no, no... It's not happening... The world is still in one peice... It has to be... *hides in corner away from thumbtacks* *has urge to take one, but knows she promised Rei, Jase, and herself* Lemme cry. Friday the 13th is sure good luck alright, Mako.

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I feel like I should be crying. But I can't cry at all. What is it? Dave? School? Mako? Rei? America? Myself? Tragedy in general? Okay. Now I wish I could see Dave again. Just to talk to him.

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la.

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One day. I promise myself. One day I'm actually going to enjoy Valentine's Day. And I'll get a rose. And he won't be superficial. And I'll really like him. And he won't be abashed to respond to a note he gets from me at lunch, and he'll dance with me even if the dance was cancelled. One day.

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XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD MEGATOKYO... PUBLICITY STUNTS... XD XD XD XD XD!!!!!!!

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Yeah, I'm living a very exciting life. ^^ Today I got my hair pulled out by my sister ^^ I think I'm having TPS withdrawls, but I'm staying away from it for now. La la la la... This will be my last week at this school! Yay!!! Oh yeah, that reminds me of Dave... The Valentine's day dance is on Thursday... Kami-sama, this is going to be difficult... What'm I gonna do?

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I'm a thirteen year old girl--wait, hold up. I'm thirteen? Wow... seems like only yesterday I was in sixth grade, sitting in the guidance counselor's office, hiding some dark poetry behind my back. As you might be able to see, I've come a bit of a long way from there. I'm a member of the Poet Sanctuary, and it's been a gift of life for me. Anybody who has been in search of the elixir of life,

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JASE IS ONLINE! HE IS ON AIM! YAAAAAAAY!!! But I still have truckloads of homework. ...yay.

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Y'know. I can't get on the computer for one day, and then all this crap happens and I'm left in the dark. SOmebody please help. Tell me something! What the hell is going on?

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I'm alive. I'm just feeling unwell, so I can't come on the computer. My mom isn't really letting me. *looks both ways* SHe's coming now... must go before I get in trouble Just wanted to let you know

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Y'know! I think I'm acting stupid! Go to GJ for details!

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Yet another shallow, shallow, shallow bit of my Eigth grade life. It was another cruddy day in gym class. I was once again stuck with some preppy snobs, who had no idea how to play basketball. I tried to get the ball off of one of them, and her hand went flying with the ball. It hit my mouth. Well, she got peeved at me because my head was near her randomly flying hand. "she bit me"! she said.

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Y'know, I should link my GJ on this thing. Anyways. You all probably want to hear about my life. Not much to say, really, considering I don't have a life to begiin with... =P There's a lot I can say about other people's lives, but you don't want to hear that. Of course not. *rins a bell* DING! DING DING! DINGDINGDINGIDING! Uh, Kat got back from Ecuador! Which is good! And um I'm not sick!

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Uh, now I have two journals. One I use mostly for random outbursts and uploading random icons and random drawings onto. It's a random journal. So live with it. Nyah =P http://www.greatestjournal.com/~agranger There you have it! She's a witch! A witch! Burn 'er! Burn 'er! XD ...Much love. Much, man. I mean, much times love, plus the square root of dude, dude. Much love. Dude.

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MIHO MIHO MIHO MIHO WAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT THE DEVIL IS SHE DOING????? SHE'S CRAZY! THE DEMON CHILD!!!!!!!!!!!! PIRO FEARS YOU! HE DOESN'T LOVE YOU! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! WHERE IS FRED GOING WITH THIS???

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Well Reba is alive, and she's good. Valentine's day isn't for a while, but there are no other holidays until then, so I'm going to get into the feeling of it. Hopefully this year I'll have friends at school who can tell me that I'm loved. Two years it's been since I've had that. But I know everybody reading this blog will probably make me feel loved, so I want you guys to know that you're loved

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American Granger: *sneaks up behind you* *puts the wedding dress on you* *hides behind a shrubbery* Sarcastic Fox: *sleeps* American Granger: ...muahahaha... American Granger: *puts a tiara on the sleeping Duke* American Granger: *takes a photograph* American Granger: *posts it on TPS* Sarcastic Fox: ...*sleeps* American Granger: *realizes that this is her opprotunity to rule the world* American

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MIHO RETURNS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *runs around insanely* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *freaks out* THE UNDEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT IS SHE DOING??????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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GhEtToBoOtY4Ya23: whose dis? guitsing9: Emily GhEtToBoOtY4Ya23: reba ross guitsing9: Oh yes, that's who I am GhEtToBoOtY4Ya23: yup a fuckin human biter guitsing9: Am I? Wow, I never knew that. Kind of hard to beleive, don't you think? GhEtToBoOtY4Ya23: yup GhEtToBoOtY4Ya23: but u bit amy guitsing9: Is that so? I can barely get my thoughts straight, I can't remember doing such a thing

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Why do people do that? Road trips don't do anything except waste time... we are humans, each with lives of our own. One life wasted won't hurt anybody. That's the reason I like hiding my feelings. It doesn't matter who I am. As long as I'm alive. And as long as people think I'm happy. I don't need help. ...Do I? *sigh* There I go again, just begging for attention. Reba, just stop, Reba, you're

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Here I am After all this time My life's a sham No room left to climb The rope's been greased The roads oil-slicked Depression unceased Soaring by, so quick Until a match hits the oil A match hits the grease and the fire--scorches the sky-- This is the way I fly This is the way I fly. This is the way I crash. This is the way I burn. And I crash, and I burn Burn, crash, crash, burn And soon

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Am I scaring anybody with all these depressed posts? ...yeah. I'm sorry.

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Things are so effing great right now. Not. I hate my mom at this moment. Hahaha. No more smiling, thanks Cobweb And now that makes two people in the world who are awful Me my mom ...wait, three my sister as well I hate... this. I smell my computer burning. ...oh wait. That's just my head. God help me before the worst happens...

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This is my life. Isn't it. My life is a world of safety and dullness. The busiest thing I do all day is think. I've got no friends in my school. Well, they think they're my friends. But they're not. You guys, reading this, are my truest friends. Well, maybe my only friends. *sigh* ...Maybe. Maybe, when I move... I'll actually get some friends That aren't miles away. But knowing the kind of

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.

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DUDE! *thuds*

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Jn9Jas: *gives you a hug*.....and I'm still right here EsperanzaBot: I know... I know, and you have no idea how glad I am of that EsperanzaBot: *clings* Jn9Jas: I have a gift for you....if you can find it...I challenge you to find the song...The Patient by Tool Jn9Jas: it'll explain all the grey areas EsperanzaBot: I didn't hear it, but I found the lyrics, and...*sigh* You... *still can't find

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I tried crying last night, in the bathroom, looking at the mirror, I really did try, but my eyes were still dry... Well I'm talking to Jase right now, and uess the crap what. I'm crying.

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So, Jase decided to disappear and crush Amy with his "gift". My god. Amy's not the only one crushed. Happy freakin' new year to me. *sinks into dot mode* Happy memories gone... I'm all alone... *hides in corner, clutching sketchbook* Happy freakin' new year to everybody. God. Somebody come online, I know it's 2:30 AM, but somebody come online, I've already been so dead feeling that I stood

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Raaaaaaaaah!!! She's talking to me again! Freakin' crapbag! SoftballMongi13: human biter!!!! guitsing9: Yeah, right. SoftballMongi13: u bit amy guitsing9: *sigh* Haven't you matured one bit since first grade? SoftballMongi13: reba y dont u hang with the cool people? SoftballMongi13: like guitsing9: The "cool" people are airheaded immature morons with nothing better to do than be dirtballs.

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Wow, y'know, I never hated anybody as much as I hate her right now. SoftballMongi13: when? SoftballMongi13: well who is this? guitsing9: I dunno, I was away from my computer for a while guitsing9: Reba SoftballMongi13: o yea he biter SoftballMongi13: the biter guitsing9: ...Riiiiiight. SoftballMongi13: yea u lyke 2 bite ppl guitsing9: *sarcastic* Yeah. Right. SoftballMongi13: ur really pissing

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Wow, I'm in a car dealership and posting this. *looks around* Toyota-thon is... dull. I'm really surprised this computer let me go here... funny, I thought it'd just show me car stuff. See, my parents are buying a car, so my sister and I are stuck here, bleaah. But it's good because there are two random computers here for us to use! Funny how random these things are, ne? hahahaha Prolly is for

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Wow, an update! ...just telling you people that I'm alive. Merry Christmas to those of you I haven't talked to! And to those that I have! I'm not dead! I'm gettin' better! *runs off, screaming "BRING OUT YER DEAD!"*

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Wow, look. An actual update on my ever-so-exciting life. Well, I should start with the AMAZING time I had this weekend! It all started with a normal Rei/AG conversation. But then Rei brought up something. "Are you doing anything Friday night?" "...No... why?" "Maybe you could come and sleep over my house! The next day we could see RotK together!" I exploded like a Kamikaze Watermelon. I somehow

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Don't step down from that pedestal I know the way your mind works If you leave this garden, the darkness will grasp you And it won't care 'bout your divine quirks Like, nibbling on daisy leaves while I Giggle as you sing "You see that bird up in the sky, with the sin on her wings..." You were kindly compelling Trumpets blared as you spoke But coming down from that high cloud Would erase all,

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My contept is beyond words It flows in my veins Beats in my brain Into your demented world I was lured You are twisted and cruel And I but a "fool" Here are my clichéd lines And I'll repeat them Until they're emblazed in your mind And you can't beat them. Your injustice byurns ar my skin Yet you can't see What you do to me. But even though we're blood, we're kin You spit venom out You know I

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Plastic rings from bubblegum machines Can sway a toddler to run But to the strongest, even diamonds Are false and no race is won And sleeping with pink sheets and lace With a teddy bear to match The ones too knowledgable Think metal cots are a good catch And when shadows creep up To your feet I Hope you tucked in your sheets Sleep tight My two One oblivious One knowing My two ...Now, my one...

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It's not that you're too high We're just too much apart On this flat Junior high plane Somehow I find you so amazing While others laugh, mock They'd gape if they knew what I do Because you're so amazing Can't you see When i stare at you and the simple way you carry yourself It's beautiful Just like you

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I went to the nature center One day When I was ten years old There was a lady talking about an invasive purple plant She told me it took over the habitat of the marsh And that's what invasive species do So I asked her Aren't humans, then, an invasive species? She looked at me kinda funny As if she were thinking about her house In a row--a block Of cemented buildings Where lush forests should be.

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Disasters to come Like earthquakes, and we, The aminals, scamper to find shelter Running to the red herrings of safety We are sruched beneath the Force of injustice If only we could remember As the animals do-- Where not to go... There'd be a lot less drama In the tragedies Which we pass.

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A bunch of poetry I wrote one night when I was feeling dead. The leaves on the tree Cover the dead brown wood and bark Making a false distraction As the rest shudders with lament Of lost days in the past--of better times Knowing things only get worse So the leaves grow broader Again, an act of pretense A desperate reverse plea for help ...But inside Of every tree's dead shell Is a bit of green

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False happiness is like A feild of dandelions --Too many-- They look nice Can pass as flowers But yet are merely weeds Near impossible to get rid of So bright... Yet their taste is so sour

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A very old one. Your Ears I'm clawing at your shoes Scraping at your heels I scream my feelings to you My words don't reach your ears I don't want this to happen It hurts my heart too much And if I do give in, then... I won't amount to much Real life's blows are striking hard My head's starting to spin And you sit laughing, I'm just a shard of your bitter core within I'm clawing at

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I had a really weird dream last night. Yukito-kun was in it. He was one of my best friends. We were in a store like AC Moore, it was for art class. It was fun because we got to pick out whatever we needed and make a portrait of somebody with what we chose. Well, when that was done Yuki went out to the parking lot and started to drive home. There was a huge bustle of traffic going everywhere. He

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Well, I had a story, but it's not funny anymore.

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sorry bout not updating much but it seems that my life is actully more eventful than i thought heh, but not right now i can do whatever i want but i'm not in the mood to and is it my fault-- in a sense yes well in this case i'll just be blogging like this until i think i get better which wont happen tonight or as long as i see a certain person online guess whos in dot mode i know i have to

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Ahh... the wonder that is Dave... DCN90: I CANT STAND ERICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Guit Sing 9: Heh... did she do anything out of the usual lately? DCN90: yea in science class Guit Sing 9: Ack... what did she do? DCN90: she was being herself Guit Sing 9: I see. DCN90: lol Guit Sing 9: Well, that's Erika. She does what she likes doing. Guit Sing 9: And she's my friend, althoufh I admit she gets

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...Yes. The previous post was a warning. Never let AG near the caps lock key.

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Guit Sing 9: *BOOM!* Guit Sing 9: *stops* Guit Sing 9: ...hi. KaseiHimeRei: .....hi. Guit Sing 9: Wheeeee Guit Sing 9: No... you... stole my... font... Guit Sing 9: *thud* Guit Sing 9: *poke* Guit Sing 9: yppypppppppypypypypypyp KaseiHimeRei: ^^ Guit Sing 9: NEVER!!! Guit Sing 9: *pokepokepokepokepokepokepoke!!!!!!!* KaseiHimeRei: *flies away* Guit Sing 9: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Guit Sing 9: *

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Hi!

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Last night was awesome. It was an overall rainyday, but I'd go out on the porch and just sit there for ages, in the cold, and I'd be so happy. Well, I soon found that it was SNOWING. Yep, you heard me right, I GOT SNOW. I went outside to see a layer of the white stuff on the cars, so I wrote with my bare finger, no coat or gloves, "LET IT SNOW". And snow it did. My cousins came out to see what I

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Mmmhmm... I feel better now after eating some crappy junkfood. *sigh* But bored with immature ickle cousins running around the house... meep! Sibling rivalry... *looks at two little people arguing* Okay, now it's officially a trip to Alliquippa. Where the devil is that chocolate pie? I haven't seen it since yesterday, and that was one huge big pie! It tasted great, have to thank Auntie Carlia

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...Okay, now I've got a weird feeling--I feel sick now... The back of my throat hurts when I breathe or swallow, and I feel like spewing... Ark... Maybe I should lay down... Or drink something... Or eat healthy things... But I can't... So I'm gonna feel dead the rest of today... meep... X_x

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You may notice my blog has a new layout... I'm getting bored here in Alliquippa, so I decided to put this time to "good use." See, I've been in the mood of my novel Violets for quite some time now, contrary to popular belief. So I've decided to create a new layout for this blog with Violets in mind. So far it's only the tagboard--and the title-- But toherwise I've got a lot of work to do. And

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I left my purse at the movie theatre. Guess what. I'm not getting it back. *kicks mom*

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Ark. If anyone can please explain this emotion, feel free to analyze all you want. I'm feeling the wierdest I've felt in ages. And if anybody noticed, I've sunked back into Dot mode. Yes, this is gonna be an angsty rant, so if you're not in the mood, don't read... because I'm actually not in the mood so I've no idea why I'm still typing this peice of crap. You know AG's sunk low when she doesn't

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Not much of a conversation, but hey, it's Dave ^_~ DCN90: ur goin on the band field tip rite??? Guit Sing 9: No, Bowman didn't have enough seats for everyone. I had my permission slip and everything but... no, I'm not going. DCN90: i need 2 no what 2 were Guit Sing 9: Band shirt and black pants DCN90: i think he said somthin about band shirts DCN90: k DCN90: thanks Guit Sing 9: no problem

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Late one summer night in Salem, a haunting silence hung over the Proctor home. The year was 1692; and as Elizabeth Proctor sat looking at the empty fireplace, she thought of her husband John. He seemed heavily attracted to their new young housekeeper, Abigail Williams. Suspicion aroused in Elizabeth’s soul, mixed in with images of what might be going on between John and Abigail. Cursing her under

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Lotsa stuff has been chewing at my mind lately. Like Violets. My mom really wants me to work on it.. but I can't do what she wants me to do, like summarizing the plot in five sentences, or do a profile on the characters. That's not what Violets is all about. *sigh* And I doubt anybody is actually reading this anyway, since apparently AG is "hibernating." So. I'm just gonna rant mysekf away at

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download "la luna" by belinda carlisle

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Aaaaah! Last day of computers class! Happy Halloween to all, I'm all dressed up in my oriental costume, people are calling me "Chinese Person." But they do like my hair, so that's something. Heh, tonight I'm carving pumpkins, and going trick-or-treating with my sister. And maybe Rene'e. ^-^ ...And hopefully I'll be receiving a tarot reading... if TOR will be nice ^_~ hehe... Monday is art class,

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*is buried in essays* Argh... I mustn't be writing in here And just for a bit of reference: Title Reba Ross Introductory Paragraph 10-23-03 Four paragraphs on rocks/minerals Science One paragraph on most important rock/mineral Mrs. Hudson One concluding paragraph (30) Supporting Details (30) Four highlighted rocks/minerals (40) argh... science essays are so boringly

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xchlitikalpotis- a form of saying something that is not defenite or abstract, but something that could be or could not be that or something else. Defenition and word brought to you by AG.

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To put it as simply as I can: I finally saw Reloaded.

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I was in bed this morning, all cozty and warm. My mom comes in to wake me up, "Reba, come on, we're going up to Hamburg today. They have the world's biggest stuffed animal display!" Oh, I thought, Plushies! I'd better get up and ready if I want to see them... %^-^ ...I got dressed, and my sister said she had to tell me something. "Those stuffed animals are real." Oh, I thought, Animals! I wonder

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Wheeeeeeee--today is pajama day! ..Something untypeable happened yesterday. Err... I can't type it because it's too hard and you have to HEAR it in context. ^^;; OH OH OH! Yesterday after school my mom and sister were at girl scouts, I had the house to myself. So... *giggle giggle* I found Rei's phone number and called her. We talked for, like, an hour and a half, it was so odd because we were

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A Very AG HP Parody (Second book, scene wehre the Weasleys are eating breakfast at the Burrow) ~*~*~ Molly: (mumbling to herself) You boys left the house, no note, I'm as angry as a blast ended skrewt that just got sat on-- Ron: --But hopefully, you're a nice, kind mum who really loves her kids too much to hurt them. *weak grin* Ginny: *looks at Harry* Harry: *glances at Ginny* Ginny: OH

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DCN90: truman football team stinks Guit Sing 9: hahaha i guess they lost DCN90: yea Guit Sing 9: I saw it as I drove by from soccer practice Guit Sing 9: ...a teeny bit lol DCN90: the security guards caght the streaker Guit Sing 9: there was a streaker? Guit Sing 9: OMG hahahaahahahaha! DCN90: yea Guit Sing 9: crap, that's so wrong yet hilarious DCN90: yea there was somposed to be 2 of them 1

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*sigh* I've ben bottling up my emotions and tonight I exploded. Soundlessly. I wanted to talk to Rei about it... she wasn't online. I freaked out and resorted to TPS, only to find that I had offended Liz by something I'd said out of anger. So I overreacted, as I tend to do in these moments. I had to cool off... but it was hard to type because my tears blurred my eyes so badly. But Liz said I

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I AM SORRY FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE CAUSED BY THE PREVIOUS POST. I WAS OVERREACTING OVER STUPID THINGS. I MUST STOP THIS SELF- PITY ACT BEFORE I REALLY GO CRAZY. AND EVEN IF I DON'T... LIZ MIGHT COME AND DO SOMETHING TO ME.

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Well, today DOR deleted herself again. No, I don't know why, nobody does. I hate it when this happens, I feel all depressed all day and my friends ask why the heck I'm so sad. I don't tell them, they would think it's stupid, and that anybody online could be a rapist. Tey are naive. I just don't like arguing with idiots. Nobody comes to my palace anymore. I should update it now... but I have

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DCN90: HEY!!! I DONT ASK STUPID QUESTIONS Auto response from Guit Sing 9: Strong Sad: Hey, Strongbad. What are you doing? Strongbad: Shut the crap up! I'm answering my email. Strong Sad: Oh, I see. Strongbad: ...Right. Now get out before I sic the cheat on you. The Cheat: *growls* Strong Sad: *walks away sadly* Strongbad: Ah, Email time. This one's from DCN90 . "Where is Reba?" Oh, what

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Sorry Rei... I stole this from you ^-^;; YOUR NAME (1) The singular boring question: What is your name? Reba (2) If you had been born a member of the opposite sex, what would your name have been? Seamus. *snort* WHAT? I like the same Seamus! (3) Would you name a child of yours after you? Nah, it'd be awkrad. Like if somebody calls my kid's name, I'd turn around too, and... heh (4) If you had to

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Guit Sing 9: Hey DCN90: hi DCN90: whats up Guit Sing 9: nothing much here, got home from soccer a while ago Guit Sing 9: you? DCN90: nothin now DCN90: played hockey with my friends earler Guit Sing 9: You play hockey? DCN90: yea Guit Sing 9: Cool, I never knew that DCN90: why u thought i was a sissy because i never talk in school Guit Sing 9: hahahahah noooo Guit Sing 9: And you used to

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*throws soccer jersey to the ground* TAKE THAT! *spits on it* We won. ;_; The team we played against was a freaking group of escaped prisoners. No, seriously, they were so agressive, when they weren't tripping you, they were pushing you. I HATE IT! I hate that team! KAMI! They are so stupid, but not as stupid as the ref. OH GOD the ref. She didn't call anything! Even when it was obvious that the

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I'm heading off for soccer now... wish me luck! X_x

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*deleted entry due to expletives*

AGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17760502957266243992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503449.post-1064930271612832702003-09-30T09:57:00.000-04:002003-09-30T09:57:51.790-04:00

Where did my tagboard go? o_o Well, I talked to Rei last night. She's been feeling a bit down lately. I really wish I could be there to huggle her or something, I feel like I can't do anything to help her. *sigh* Somehow I just want to be there for people. But I know I can't. ;_; And here I am ranting about me feeling bad about not being able to make others who feel bad feel good. ...And ther I

AGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17760502957266243992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503449.post-1064844266037086612003-09-29T10:04:00.000-04:002003-09-29T10:06:12.580-04:00

Smeep, my computers teacher is playing Disney soundtracks. First the lion king, now Beauty and the Beast. BONJOUR! Good day! How is your family? Bonjour! Good day! How is your wife? ...Man this is funny... gonna be stuck in my head all day. O_O; Somebody memorized it... and is singing along with it. zwhoa. I just sang some of it. Carp. THIS IS SO ODD! THIS BEEEEEEEEELLE! Now Gaston comes into

AGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17760502957266243992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503449.post-1064690979793538192003-09-27T15:29:00.000-04:002003-09-27T17:03:02.640-04:00

Of all the things I've believed in I just want to get it over with Tears form behind my eyes But I do not cry Counting the days that pass me by I've been searching deep down in my soul Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old It feels like I'm starting all over again The last three years were just pretend And I said, Goodbye to you Goodbye to everything I thought I knew You were the one

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I never update you anymore, do I? I should try and keep up with this. Well, I've been down for a while because of the whole TOR/DOR incident. I cant imagine that its over. People keep saying that time will heal but... it might be the last time. I wrote a haiku and a refrain to a song about it... and during school I drew a picture of a bride with a tear in her eye, throwing down her boquet and

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