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| 04:53pm 18/10/2005 |
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Mmmmm... blahblahblah. |
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| 11:22pm 27/08/2005 |
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WOW. My mom just bought a car! It's a Hybrid Civic and it's sooo cool! It's blah white but it's got a CD player and an all electronic dashboard that shows miles per gallon and when the battery kicks in and EVERYTHING! It's even a 2004! So cool, so, so cool. It's a stick-shift that one day I will be given permission to take for a drive. We're not getting rid of Drk, though, he's staying. She gave barely any warning before buying it. It was like, "Heeeyyy... Let's go look at that car we saw last night!". And then they went, taking a God-awful amount of time in which I had suspicions that they either bought the car or went out to dinner. It was too early for dinner, though, so I was thinking that something fishy was going on. AND IT WAS! I love that car. SO COOL! |
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| 10:47pm 21/08/2005 |
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I know "Bah, Bah, Black Sheep" in french!
SING IT WITH ME!
Bah, bah
Mouton noir
As-tu any laine?
Oui, monsieur,
Oui, monsieur.
Trois sacs pleine!
Une pour la petite femme
Qui habite sous la rue.
And that's all I know of the song in either language. But wasn't it an experience??? Singing is lovely. |
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| 11:20pm 11/08/2005 |
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Hey, I can't find nothing on the radio.
Yo! Turn to that station.
The world is collapsing,
Around our ears,
I turned up the radio.
But I can't hear it.
When I got to the house,
And I called you out,
I could tell that you had been crying, crying.
It's that same sing song on the radio.
It makes me sad.
I meant to turn it off,
To say goodbye.
To leave in quiet.
That radio song.
Hey, hey, hey.
Ha ha.
Huh!
I've everything to show.
I've everything to hide.
Look into my eyes.
Listen.
When I got to the show,
Yo! Oh! Oh!
I could tell that you had been crying, crying.
It's that same sing song, and the DJ sucks!
It makes me sad.
I tried to turn it off,
To say. Goodbye. My. Love.
That radio song.
Hey, hey, hey.
The world is collapsing,
Around our ears,
I turned up the radio.
But I can't hear it.
Yeah. Yeah.
Baby, baby, baby!
I tried to sing along,
But damn that radio song.
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey. Hey. Hey.
I've everything to show.
I've everything to hide.
Look into my eyes.
Listen to the radio.
I turned up the radio.
But I can't hear it.
No, I can't hear it.
Hey, hey, hey.
Say what?
Hey. Hey. Hey.
Let me see that sheet!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey. Hey. Hey.
Yeah. Huh!
Hey. Hey. Hey.
Say what? Say what? Say what?
Hey. Hey. Hey.
Check it out!
What are you saying?
What are you playing?
Who are you obeying
day out, day in?
Baby, baby, baby!
That stuff is driving me crazy!
DJs communicate to the masses,
Sex and violent classes!
Now our children grow up prisoners!
All their lives radio listeneeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrssssssss!!! |
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| This Here Is The Place Where I Will Stand. |
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| 05:24pm 01/08/2005 |
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Where's my buddy Sara? Why is she not here whenever I have something important to tell her? SARA! BUDDY!
P.S.- It's about Danielle Afronito and your nose. |
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| Here's A Little Magic For The Never Believer. |
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| 10:23am 01/08/2005 |
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I finished that froggy puzzle. My dad gave up on it rather early so I just kept at it. It was actually kind of easy. Maybe when I figure out how to post pictures again, I'll show you a picture of it. |
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| How To Walk In Dignity With Throw-Up On Your Shoes. |
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| 09:50pm 31/07/2005 |
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Bonsoir! I am back from my father's and have somewhat recovered from my perfectly normal re-entry burn into the Guercio household. I actually felt sick about it today and was in a very very bad mood.
Five weeks away and I come back and Dragon's, like, 1000x cuter than before. It's really quite cute.
So I have eight hours of driving in. And, apparently, (so say my mother and sister) it's a wee bit early to be passing. So I guess that makes my passing at three or four or five hours or whatever I said before extra early. Jeeeezz, mu-ther! I'm, like, 16! I'm to-tally allowed to be a good driver! Uh, and, there's, like, this absolute ruuule that says that when I turn 16 I have to be, like, na-asty. Oh. My. God. You are, like, so embarrassing! I can't go anywhere with you! What if I see this, like, to-tally hot boy from my school?!
Aaanywhoo, I shall be leaving the state again Tuesday. The country, in fact. I'm going to the Dominican Republic to spend the week in some fantastic looking water. And, no, there are no hurricanes that will spring at a terribly inconvenient time.
I need to clean my room, very much. It's horrible. Much messier looking than when I left, but probably not so. Ugh. So much laundry to be done, so much lazy time to be spent organizing. GOD! MY LIFE IS HORRIBLE! |
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| "Nascarswell" |
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| 03:24pm 12/07/2005 |
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So I'm super freckly right now. And I have blisters and sunburn scars and angry muscles. But it's no problem. I shovel and screen dirt everyday and sometimes water the gardens as a sort of "break".
On Saturday, my dad and I dug a trench about 20 to 25 feet long and 1 and 1/2 feet deep to lay tubing to correct the drainage problem in our yard. It took about 3 and 1/2 hours to completely do. It consisted of actually digging the trench, then getting 4 wheelbarrow loads of rock to half-way fill up the trench around the tubing, then piling the dirt back over the tubing and tamping it down, and then finally piecing the grass back together so the neighbor whose yard it turned out to be wouldn't freak out.
Oh, yes, I'm driving now! It's kind of stressful to have my dad in the passenger's seat because he talks the entire time and constantly tells me that I'm not using enough brake. Driving with Anita is so much easier because she explains what has to be done and then just sits back and lets me do it. I drove to the New Market Battlefield through the mountains which was soo cool and fun to do. Going around the "S's" and the curves with figuring out where to brake and when to accelerate to pull the car out of the curve was so so fun. And I did it in only my fourth hour of driving!
I'm going to go help Anita make spaghetti now, or, if she doesn't need my help, I'm going to work on the challenging froggy puzzle that I made a lot of headway on yesterday |
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| 04:39pm 22/06/2005 |
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I just made this fantastic Creme de Menthe stuff. Only I didn't use Creme de Menthe, because it's alcohol and I didn't want to get in trouble and it smells kind of pungent. So I used peppermint extract and green food dye and it taste pretty much the same. So my tongue and fingers are dyed green and my leg smells like peppermint. Kayleigh won't leave or at least tell me when she's going to so I was going to have to put the stuff in the fridge and then get 1000x more possessive than I already am about MY stuff. I decided not to do that. Instead, I've propped my fan up so that it blows on the goops of N-CdM. It's working rather well.
Just ask if you want the "recipe" for it. It's rather simple and doesn't involve any ovens or other heating appliances. I'm too lazy to post it right now. |
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| 09:08pm 14/06/2005 |
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So we were at Ledo's for some delicious pizza and this baby starts to cry. And doesn't stop for at least 10 minutes. My mom's going "Aww.. What a cute baby!" Finally, I just got sick of it, so I smacked my fist on the table and said "I'm going to kill that baby." And then my mom just stared at me with this weird look on her face that I didn't understand so I was like "I can't eat pizza if some stupid baby's crying!". After that, Kayleigh spent 5 minutes trying to explain that I didn't mean it until I was like "Babies smell.". That shut her up. I don't know why.
I want to go to my dad's. I told him on the phone how Todd grabbed my wrist yesterday after having finished screaming at me for something totally pointless. He was like "Don't let him do that! Yell at him if you need to! DO NOT let him touch you! I consider that assault!". And he also told me to talk to my mother and if she doesn't listen, then I should call him and then he'll "have words with Todd, maybe more.". He also gave me this talk about how I need to just ignore the people that live with me, if need be, because I'm too much like him and he didn't divorce my mother for nothing. It was explained that the reason I got so incredibly frustrated and confrontational a lot of the time was because people don't use logic. I was like "Pssh, yeah! No one makes sense!". But it's all cleared up now.
This all stemmed from the long, angry e-mail I sent my wonderful father Sunday night explaining why I was going to be incredibly spiteful towards the woman that birthed me when I was older. Like, I'm going to be a red-neck for a living just so I can be super happy and successful and never talk to my mom again except to send her those annoying Christmas "Updates" that are all "So Fred got promoted this year! We can finally afford a bigger house AND pool! And you know that Porsche I've been looking at? I got three!". Except I don't want a Porsche. And I'm not planning on marrying anyone named Fred, because that would just be creepy. |
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| I love this song so much! |
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| 09:37pm 09/06/2005 |
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I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away
It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away
So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
as clear as the sun in the summer sky
It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away
When I'm tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
and dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
She slipped away
It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'till I see Marianne walk away |
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| 03:26pm 07/06/2005 |
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Right, so... Kayleigh got in a car accident. This must have something to do with me controlling the Universe.
Sara, this might make it extremely difficult to get your stuff out of her car... cause, you know, it's all not in the best shape.
My fish died! When I took it out of its tank to give it a burial at sea, it was so big that it wouldn't fit in the net and I had to lift it out like a forklift. And then, it barely fit in the container I was using to transport it in. Very sad occasion. It was almost 5. Todd wanted me to throw it out the window, but then I started screaming at him that that was disgusting and my mom actually agreed with me. |
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| 07:27pm 06/06/2005 |
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I HATE YOU, KAYLEIGH!
Stop wearing my clothes and then getting pissed at ME about it! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!! YOU'RE GOING TO DIE A HORRIBLE BLOODY DEATH AT MY HANDS!!!! |
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| 10:13pm 01/06/2005 |
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I just spent a really long time working on a stupid french project. There are, perhaps, five french words on the entire thing. I had realized that I was writing in english, but I decided, for consistency's sake, I would continue to do so. It dissolved into me writing "Fine Dining" for every restaurant and putting something like $50 = 50 euros for prices and just writing off the difference as a "Soldes". And, finally, just to balance it out, I scribbled in a couple of Korean characters that I know to pass them off as the word "Greece" even though they probably say something like "BXFT".
And don't think about copying me! I put plenty of "Registered" and "Copyrighted" marks on there. (One is in Korean, just to be safe.) |
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| 06:49pm 01/06/2005 |
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In the time of chimpanzees
I was a monkey
Butane in my veins
So I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs,
Spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights
And put it in neutral
Stock car flaming' with a loser
And the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches,
Sleep on the love seat
Someone keeps saying'
I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding
And a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation
And a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face
With some mace in the dark
Saving' all your food stamps
And burning' down the trailer park
(Yo. Cut it.)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Double-barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Banned all the music with a phony gas chamber
'Cuz one's got a weasel
And the other's got a flag
One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows
And the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slop
He hung himself with a guitar string
Slap the turkey-neck
And it's hanging' from a pigeon wing
You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef
For the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax
Falling' on a termite
Who's choking' on the splinters
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Get crazy with the cheeze whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Drive-by body-pierce)
(Yo, bring it on down)
Soooooooyy....
[Chorus backwards]
(I'm a driver; I'm the winner;
Things are gonna change,
I can feel it)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(I can't believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
[Repeat]
(Sprechen sie Deutsch, baby?)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me |
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| 07:22pm 30/05/2005 |
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Ow... I need to learn how to use sunscreen before I die of skin cancer. |
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| 09:19pm 26/05/2005 |
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Just got two new awesome video games! One for my gameboy and the other for the playstation. Sweet. |
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| 04:29pm 23/05/2005 |
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Sara's licking pancake batter off of the kitchen floor. Eeeww... she knows it hasn't been cleaned in forever. Or, at least she does now. |
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| 09:09pm 22/05/2005 |
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Today, I almost got away with being lazy all day. But Kayleigh managed to ruin that. She came home with Sara and Nicole while I was playing Pokemon and everyone just HAD to notice I was wearing gloves on my feet. My toes were cold and my gloves were conveniently nearby. So, I put two and two together. After that, we harassed Shea and had a conversation. Then, to ze television to watch "I Heart Huckabees". We decided it was good. The movies being over, we went back upstairs and had another conversation. I went in to my room to put my glasses away and then Sara tried to breakdown my door by slamming into it and making retarded dinosaur noises. I came out of my room and was sitting in a chair when Sara flung herself at me, slipped, fell flat on her face, and then got mad at me because I couldn't stop laughing at her. She also tried to chew up my Gameboy so we had a fight and I won because she started having a coughing fit because I sat on her chest (Sara, I don't think you clawed me, it appears to be a rug burn (IT STILL HURTS!).). We introduced Nicole to the loud chairs that throw the foot rests at you and got a wonderful laugh out of her reaction. I could go on with this run-on paragraph about my afternoon, but I have laundry to do. |
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