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 Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 1:35 am
I'm pretty serious. D=
I'm so gonna go bonkers.
Oh noez. O=
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 1:39 am
I'm already crazy.
Ahah.
You're going to be a Sophomore, aren't you?
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 1:50 am
Yes, but I literally may go stark crazy. I might start to shake uncontrollably and I won't be able to walk right. That's a no good kind of crazy.
Jaja. I feel so much older though. D=
Coz I have lyk only friendz older than me.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 1:58 am
I hope, for your sake, that you stay sane.
But hey,
Being crazy isn't that bad.
Sometimes.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 2:05 am
If my mommy gives me the pertay pink pills, I will. Ja ja.
I personally find being crazy horrible. I hate it. -hits head on keyboard- Makes me feel terrible. Gah.
I think I am upset with myself. o.o
For I am crazy.
I blame Elke.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 2:09 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 2:18 am
I shall listen to Don't Stop Me Now By Queen. It usually makes me feel better. D=
Damnit.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 2:22 am
Mmm.
I'm listening to a shitload of different things.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 2:28 am
I hear a vent, a fan, typing, myself laughing, and soon I'll be back to listening to that song for the 220th time.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 2:34 am
I can hear my dryer.
Drying my clothes.
But anyway, I've got to go pretend to sleep before my step monster wakes up.
I'll talk to you tomorrow.
Elke can go settle in to Jericho's hideout. =D
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 5:49 am
Doom, doom, doom, go home now.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 3:30 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 3:34 pm
cool already am..........
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 3:41 pm
A rat died in the vent that goes into my room.
And he's really, really dead.
And it smells.
Really, really dead.
And so I was talking to my dad..
Me: "Daddy. Those stupid rats that you've been poisoning died in my room."
Dad: "Oh?"
Me: "There is something really dead in here."
Dad: "Sorry, Kiddo."
Me: ". . ."
Dad: "Well, we'll find it, and get rid of it."
Me: ". . Why couldn't it die in your room?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 3:47 pm
........................ xd
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