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[28 Sep 2006|09:44am] |
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OW, MY EYE STINGSHURTSFEELSWEIRD!
Someone help me.
I think I'm going to change my name to Jehoshaphat Constantine. IT REEKS OF HOTNESS, NO?
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[23 Sep 2006|07:13pm] |
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BUNNY, BUNNY, BUNNY, DON'T FORSAKE ME!
That dog, I tell ya, is driving me crackers! Crackers, man! But he's deaf, going blind, losing weight, and is getting irritable. It's sad. But he still drives me crackers.
JURASSIC PARK!
Oh, I do so love the trombone.
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[20 Sep 2006|02:22pm] |
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Once upon a time there was a young girl named Ashley. She hated people. Well, most people. She also hated pickles, and in middle school she had pickles thrown at her whenever it was grilled cheese day. It scarred her for life. Seriously.
Anyway, Ashley went off to college and died. Figuratively, that is. Her soul was crushed by the oppressive darkness that is college. She hated the rest of the students, she hated her classes, she hated her "professors" (pretentious term), and she hated group activities. One day, however, Ashley decided to rebel. She refused to go to school and consequently left to go live a life of poverty out in the wilderness amongst all of the woodland creatures. 60 years later she died while choking on the skull of a squirrel. No one remembered her, knew she had once existed, and had forgotten all about her. She has no grave.
THE END!
DID THAT DEPRESS YOU? IT WAS SUPPOSED TO!
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[18 Sep 2006|01:08am] |
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I MISS YOU DRIVELBOX! YOU WERE MY ONE AND ONLY LOVE AND NOW YOU HAVE GONE AND LEFT ME! FOR SHAME! INSANEJOURNAL DOES NOT COMPARE TO YOUR LOVE. WHY? WHY MUST YOU TAUNT ME SO? AND WHY AM I STILL TYPING IN CAPS? I don't know.
Come back to me, Drivelbox. We can work it out; it'll just take some time. I want to make things work again. Plus, I'll buy you stuff. Probably stuff from the dollar store, but it's the thought that counts. I mean, who doesn't want three inch long press-on nails that only cost a dollar?!
Think about it.
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[16 Sep 2006|10:21pm] |
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I HATEHATEHATEHATEHATE COLLEGE! It's vomit worthy and I hope it's trampled by a herd of renegade geriatrics and then kicked repeatedly (but not by the geriatrics, because they can't kick that hard). Why must you spurn me so, high school? You were my lover. My best friend. Oh, how I pine for the simple days of collecting attendance sheets and making fun of Steiny-poo.
I hate everyone and everything at college. Seriously. I think every single person there plays a sport except for me. I totally should've gone to art school. Maybe I still will. I can't survive here for much longer.
OH ME, OH MY! SOMEONE BAKE ME A PIE! Eeeexcept I hate pies and I would only eat the crust, which is like WOAH HIGH IN FAT, but I don't care anymore. I hate you université.
Oh, did I mention I'm back? And probably a bit more sane than I was before.
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[02 Jul 2005|10:17am] |
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This place sucks. I thought I liked it, but I just have too many journals.
So I am leaving.
See you in Vegas, Shirley Temple.
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[04 Jun 2005|05:57pm] |
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This place is weird.
It is very much dead, yessir.
I am going to fail all of my exams.
I am le serious.
So.. here we go.
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[29 May 2005|10:47am] |
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR ASHLEY.......
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
TO
ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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[24 May 2005|05:27pm] |
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La de da.
I think I want to eat something, but I don't know what.
I DON'T KNOW, OKAY? OKAY? GEEEEEEE.
I like wearing glasses without lenses. I also like the smell of Office Max. And my school shirts.. they suddenly smell very nice.
I like cooling beverages.
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[20 May 2005|04:31pm] |
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Woah is me.
Har har har. "Whoa." I knew someone who spelled it like that. She wasn't very intelligent, to say the least.
Woe is me.
That's the more correcter one. Har har har again. More correcter. I AM A GRAMMAR FREAK UMKAY SO I FREAK OUT ABOUT GRAMMAR WELL OBVIOUSLY!
And it's, "I feel well" not "I feel good." Honestly.
AND "I wish I were dead" not "I wish I was dead."
Pff.
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[15 May 2005|08:28am] |
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Let's see.. how many journals do I have?
Caleida
Livejournal
NeedlessPanic
Greatestjournal
Crazylife
Drivelbox
Weedweb
Blurty
and now InsaneJournal.
I probably have more.
I JUST LIKE TO TALK ABOUT NOTHING YES NO PLEASE I THINK!!
I still can't talk about how I really truly honestly (there should be commas) feel. People might find this and I might know those people and those people might go, "AHAHAHAR WE FOUND YOUR SECRET THOUGHTS, LET US EXPLOIT THEM!!"
It could happen.
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