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Ohh, another journal to neglect...
... someday, I'm going to go back through every forum that I've belonged to, and count my journals... there've got to be at least fifteen...
Anyway.
I finally know where I'm going for college. It's not really where I expected to end up, but I have complete peace about it. Which I suppose is a major plus.
Thomas More seemed perfect in theory, but when I got there, I realized that I couldn't survive happily with so few people... I mean, if you decided that someone was driving you insane, it wouldn't matter... you'd still see them every day, because there just aren't that many people.
And I don't really like people that much, so I would die.
And, strangely enough, it bothered me that they didn't have sports. I mean, I don't play sports, but they've always been a huge part of my life. I'd miss them too much. And Sioux Falls has a soccer team.
Hearts for soccer players. Except Beckham... *mutter* Playboy... *cough* Anyway.
So I have to go get a job, or I won't be able to pay for anything... like gas to get over there, and simple things like that. But I get to take my car. And a bike... and Sioux Falls is such a bike city. I'm totally hyped.
And I've decided to take an art class, so that I know what I'm doing. Because I hate not knowing what I'm doing. So totally looking forward to that... yeh.
Nothing else to say. My head hurts... meh.  Stupid head, anyway. Who needs heads... should jes' cut it off...
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Oooh, art class, how's that going?
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Well, I'm taking it next year, so I haven't exactly learned anything yet... *rolls eyes*
So, I wrote my withdrawal letter to Thomas More. I never would have guessed it would be so hard. I mean, one paragraph, right? How hard can it be? Basically, "Sorry, as much as I liked your school, I'm not going, so can I have that tuition deposit that I sent you back?"
I obviously have to work on my tact. Ehh.
I'm finished with school in 24 days. 24 days, and I'm free. To work. Yeh. Free. Riiiiight. But still... summer. Summer means roadtrips... my friend's graduation in Oregon, wherever the heck we go for the roadtrip we've been planning since freshman year, counseling.... killer.
And work. What a rock in my cogs....
*sigh* Oh well. And I'll have time to work on my book. Or whatever it's going to be. That's brilliant. I haven't worked on it in so long. And to draw.
Speaking of, I still need to go get paper. *sigh* So much for getting my ear pierced this week.... back it goes on the calendar. Been planning on doing that since February. Pbbth.
Procrastination sux. With an x.
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SEVENTEEN DAYS!!!!!!!!
Seventeen days in the halls of my stupid, legalistic, backstabbing, beautiful school. Bwaha. Seventeen days of emo whatever, three Mondays, six Bible classes with the Amazing Man-Who-Knows-Nothing. Seventeen days to get my Algebra 2 grade from a C to a healthy B.
Stop laughing.
I mean, I laugh, because I'm in the Honors Program at the school I'm going to, and taking all of these other advanced courses now... and I can't pass Algebra 2.
Technically, it's because I didn't do homework. But seriously. AP Chem is so full of incredibly difficult math... way higher level than what we're doing in my actual math class... (granted, I'm pretty shoddy at that, too, but at least I'm passing AP Chem..)
My AP Chem grade is higher than my Algebra 2 grade. What kind of sick world is this? Anyway...
It's strange to think that I'll never see the majority of these people again. I mean, sure, I'll have a few phone numbers, and I might talk to a few people on MySpace every now and again, but I've grown up with these people. Thirteen years of the same people, and in seventeen days, I won't see most of them again.
It almost feels like a death sentence.
*sigh*
This last week has pretty much been miserable, and I don't even know why. I mean, our whole AP Chem class totally failed our last test... (when a seventy percent is the highest grade, you're doomed), but that has nothing to do with it. I feel... empty isn't quite the right word. There's something there, all right.
Like... like... gah. A hypocrite, maybe. A liar. But about what? Grades? Maybe. Usually when you feel guilty you immediately know why. The frustration is killing me.
Maybe it's from reading Ayn Rand. Man, her books are depressing. It's like... everything that's wrong with the world all at once, and she doesn't give a solution. Or her solution only works half-way. There was so much good stuff in The Fountainhead, and so much.... bogusness. That's not even an applicable word, but whatever. It's so.... sad. How far people fall from what we were supposed to be, from what we can be.
Maybe I feel like I've failed, somewhere. Not reached my limits, and my standards. Maybe that's it -- the success that I've gained by reaching this point in my life isn't complete, because I haven't really gained anything.
I don't know. Maybe I'm making something out of nothing. Maybe I'm just frustrated because I graduate in three weeks and they still haven't given us our announcements, yet.
Yep. I'm pretty sure that's it. Ah, well.
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Ai. Ai ai ai. Ai am tired.
School is done. Finished. Fin. Ended. Over. Finis. Imo? Hmm.
Graduation is come and gone, but I don't think it's really hit yet. In fact, I'm pretty sure that it hasn't. It still feels like I have to go back next year. And, in reality, I do.
But it's somewhere else, without my family, and without my friends.
Well, without most of my friends. But I have this suspicion that I may end up hiding from the one who's still there. Who wasn't really supposed to be going back. I may regret this.
That's not fair. I don't have to live with her (except for the next two weeks... O_O), so it should be fine. But her emoness is getting to me. I'M NOT EMO.
Emos make me smile. Like emus. Almost. Without the beaks.
I should just stop.
And I have all this random music stuck in my head... Jason... something. That's so inappropriately funny. Never be able to sing it in my house. Will get prematurely ousted. Eh.
I don't know why I'm writing in this. I should be sleeping. Because I keep waking up at five fourty five for absolutely NO REASON. I don't get it. Prolly never will. Maybe that's why my sentences are so choppy, today.
Like the ocean. The ocean was pretty, this afternoon. The sun was all smiley, and it never smiles in Newport. It's usually nasty and cloudy, and the last couple of days have been absolutely beautiful. God, but I love the ocean.
I've been taking millions of pictures, but my camera's not digital, so I probably won't ever put up pictures. Just takes too freaking long to upload them. Bah.
I painted the fingernails on my left hand bright red, tonight. Not the right ones. I want to do them some other color. For kicks and giggles.
I think I should probably be done now...
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Vacation is supposed to be relaxing, right? I DON'T FEEL RELAXED.
I want to shoot myself. With a bb gun, because I don't really want to die, but I want to feel like I actually did something to get myself out of this damn funk.
I mean, seriously. I don't swear. I've been swearing all week. Deductive reasoning would say that there's certainly something wrong with me. Maybe it's the little girl sitting here bothering me while I'm being angsty. I will not kill her.
AHHHHHH.
There. I really don't feel any better.
The thing is, I'm not feeling depressed because of anything that's really wrong with me. It's everybody else. They all have... issues. So I wonder, am I the only person in this whole damn house without issues that are really my own fault because I can't see beyond my own nose to notice that the people that I blame for everything are really the ones that have been screwed, and not in fact me?
Maybe that's a little harsh. But I'm beginning to wonder whether... gah. I don't even know. I'm so.. frustrated. I've got this block. I can't write what I desperately needed to this week, because I sell my soul for college when I get home and will have no time to even think about what I'm supposed to be writing...
... maybe it's the music I'm listening to. AFI isn't exactly..... happy floaty music.
She left. And brought back the whole damn family of annoyings.
I die.
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Nooo, AFI isn't exactly happy floaty music... lol.
Sounds like you feel a bit like me right now. Aw. Sorry you're all depressed and hope you get out of it. Maybe go find a paintball gun and get someone to shoot you if you want to get shot. Paintball. Or those airsoft guns.
Sorry. ^^
Hope things get better for you.
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My brother has an airsoft gun.....
.... they hurt. Heh. At least paintballs leave pretty colors... anyway.
Funk still exists. I had a nice fourteen hour drive to learn to live happily with my funk. We're getting along nicely. I named him Roger. Because Roger is angsty.
Watch Rent. Or even just listen to the music. It will all become clear in time.
Hearts for Roger. Poor dude. Anyway. Roger and I have come to the decision that (funked as everything is) there's always something worse. I mean, I could have gotten home to realize that my dog had run away, house burned down, and brother begun working at Les Schwab.
Oh wait. Sean does work at Les Schwab. Silly me.
We all watched the ocean together on Sunday night. Now, one thing you must understand about the Oregon coast is that it doesn't have waves. It's got surf, and it's stang freakin' cold surf, but it doesn't have waves.
Sunday night, there were waves. It was surreal -- there was obviously a storm thirty yards away from where we were standing, but there wasn't any wind. The waves were all immense, and smashing into each other, and making that cool metallic sound that one wouldn't think water could make. And we sang some Rent, and that of course made all of us happier than we'd been all day. I'm hoping it was light enough for my pictures to come out the way I attempted. There were these orangish beams of light coming down from this bank of clouds.... kept expecting the Monty Python God-feet, but no could do.... it was incredible.
There's nothing like a good dose of abnormal people and music to remind you that you're not the only idiot out there. And cat-callers. Which was mostly just retarded, but amusing all the same.
I mean, who drives the roundabout at Nye Beach four times? Boring. Heh.
Song of today, because I feel like it, is La Vie Boheme, from the original cast soundtrack of Rent. Find it, listen to it. You will be either amused or disgusted. Heh.
I heart. No more dying. Whee.
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I shot myself point blank in the finger with an airsoft gun. It didn't hurt THAT MUCH.
(coughs)
Surreal waves. Mmm. That's a cool picture. ^^
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Heh. I once stuck my finger in a mouse-trap, because I wanted to know how the mice felt.
Yeah. One broken finger later....
*cough*
So, sad story. Obviously, there are millions of people with sadder stories than I, millions. I love my family, bent as they all are. I've got a beautiful house in a safe area.
So Roger's been visiting more often (I need to give up on naming things. I feel for my poor funk...), and more viciously, lately. I don't really.... ever cry. I just don't. But for the last couple of days, everything sets me off. I'd like to mark it down to PMS, or something simple and chemical like that, that can be explained, but I strongly suspect something different.
You hear stories about people who grew up in great homes with great people, and end up blowing it all once they get out in the world. I'm terrified that I'm becoming that person. Perhaps it's watching the people that I respect and love make mistakes that... well, are incalculable. That I don't understand. And I think, if they're making these bogus mistakes, what chance do I have? These are people who've given me... so much. To think about, I guess.
Now, keep these feelings in mind. Sad story.
Yesterday evening, I suppose. The trees around my house are constantly full of blackbirds. If you've never heard blackbirds... well, they're... loud. Constantly. My neighbor used to shoot a shotgun into the air at the beginning of the summer to get rid of them, but he died last year, and they've been terrible ever since.
So the blackbirds were louder than usual, yesterday evening. Thousands of the tiny little buggers and their gravely voices, screaming back and forth in our front yard. Being curious, I had to see what it was. There, at the edge of the yard, close to the driveway, sits my cat. So I figure, you know, he's bothering the blackbirds.
Then, between his paws, I see a flutter.
If it had been a blackbird, I would have let him have it. But it was a tiny grey-ish brown bird, with red streaks in his wings, and a beatiful black band across his beak.
I took Bruce inside, and chased away the blackbirds, then sat with the poor thing, and watched it flutter about. I don't know if it was simply in shock, or if my kitten actually managed to do damage to it. But he was such a beautiful little bird. So I grabbed gloves, and attempted to move him to a safer place, where the blackbirds wouldn't bother him.
Fourty-five minutes or so later, I ended up letting him be, because he was too frightened for anything I did to help. I went inside.
Later, after our older, more mature cat escaped outside, I went out to check on him. And consequently had to tackle Lucy to keep her from eating the poor thing. He'd made it up onto our driveway, this tiny darker shadow. His poor little heart was beating so fast.
So I found a small box, and managed to coax him inside. Moved him so that he was hidden under the low-hanging branches of a pine in my neighbors yard. There I left him.
This morning, I went out to check to see if he had recovered. He was dead. Just... laying there, beautiful greybrown wings tucked around him. God, I've never seen something that struck me like that.
I buried him. That may seem foolish. I couldn't just... leave him there. Our cats... I don't know. He was a life, and I left him outside in the cold, in shock, little heart beating a million times a second. I'd never seen a bird like him before, don't know what he was. But he was away from where he was meant to be, and he died in my yard.
So he's burried under a tree, in a shroud of dandelion leaves, because I had nothing else.
Lame, I know. But it's things like that, that shouldn't really affect me, you know? That have been getting to me all week. Simple things, like finding a job. Not hard, but I'm making it so much harder. Writing thank-yous to people.... acting it all act. When it all seems... useless.
I'm ready to go Home. Not this home. I.. dunno. I'm just frustrated, I supposed. Tired. Wishing that I had more motivation, some sort of goal.
I'll never finish my book. It's going nowhere, no matter what the guy helping me with it says. I'll never be a 'writer'. Perhaps an editor, because I can do that. Can I be a teacher without the passion that.... that I don't have, I guess? I don't know.
I'm tired of angst. And Rent is not helping. I NEED HAPPY MUSIC. Bah.
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Oh my God. I am such a moron. ANGST.
I don't deserve to live. M'kay. That's extreme. All right. So, I've been writing stuff on wordpress, because it's the only site in the world that the few people who go online that I know personally don't know about. Not that I don't want them to see stuff that I post.... but.... well, I don't want to have to think about what they're going to see and talk to me about later.
For some odd reason. Heh. Guess you have to know the people. So, like the idiot that I am, I was writing on WordPress. Without saving it to my computer. Like an idiot. And was doing well. Wrote.... about a thousand words in the last few minutes, and, like an idiot, didn't transfer them to my computer.
So. Like an idiot, I somehow managed to delete twenty minutes of more than decent writing. ANGST. God, I hate it when I do stupid things like that. It even deleted my draft which I purposely saved to secure against such things as my idiot self deleting the whole damn thing. Oh, I hate me right now.
That is precisely why I'll never manage to write a whole novel. Aside from plot difficulties, I just.... lose stuff. Can't keep it in one place. The last little bit I wrote off of this story is in my brother's car.
At least, I hope that's where it is. *nervous look*
Otherwise, it's in the trash because, like an idiot, I probably threw it away. My stupidity astounds me, sometimes. All right. I'll never be able to write that bit again. Its code is lost in the freaking immeasurable depths of the internet, and is gone.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
I so hate me right now. That was the first bit of decent writing I've done in... months. I've had writer's block for months. To the point of where I've considered breaking my head to get everything out of it. AH. And I just KILLED the one bit of coherency left. gtgftrthhjyujzHawongjunhfajioejfapoodkf
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And that's about it. Good day. ^^ I'm off to go see if I can extract anything from my database. What a freaking moron.
Ignore me. I angst easily.
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| Quote: | | I've had writer's block for months. To the point of where I've considered breaking my head to get everything out of it. |
...I wonder if that would help...
Sounds exactly like me. (dies) I've had it for months. To the point where I'm doing ScriptFrenzy, and it doesn't matter how fast I really can write dialogue... I just... gah. I can't. I can't do it. But I have to, I won't admit to failing. The only thing I'm sort of succeeding in writing is what's in co with Jandalf... gah... and the only reason I feel safe about Legacy is that we have hard copies of it. Hah. Man. I hate writer's block. Is this some universal writer's flu?
I sympathize with your losing words. I know it feels... like no one else can understand... but I've been fighting with ScriptFrenzy.
So I actually got into this scene, and it was a fairly long scene, and I didn't SAVE IT because I was writing on the spur of the moment!
Then J logs in on YIM and it somehow crashed my computer.
Entire scene, down the drain. =( No recovery. Nothin'. Gah.
Maybe you should try writing in instant messages, then it auto archives if you have that option enabled, so if it dies... I dunno. Man. Sounds like we're sharing writer's flu. Writer's allergies? I SAVE things, most of the time, but... beh... I DON'T WANT WRITER'S BLOCK I'M TIRED OF HAVING THIS WINDOW OPEN FOR LIKE EVER AND NOT WRITING ANYTHINNNNNNG. And I'm at 11k and have to hit 20k by the end of the month. (dies) Ah well. At least you don't have a challenge like that to hit. I dunno. Maybe it'd help.
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The worse thing is, I never, ever write on the computer. It just... doesn't work for me. I'm more of a hands on, chew on your pen kind of person. It's just way too hard to chew on your keyboard when in need of inspiration.
*rolls eyes*
But I had a stroke of brilliance while online and was like "what the heck". Couldn't hurt.
Until you kill it.
| Quote: | | because I was writing on the spur of the moment! |
EXACTLY! Except then I DID save it. And still managed to send it to oblivion. Heh. I think I win. At least you can blame your computer....
But yeah. I definitely know the feeling.
I think I'm over it, because I found my notebook. Didn't throw it away. Heh. But the stuff in there wasn't near as good. You know, like when you're writing and everything's coming out so fast that your fingers can't catch up with the thoughts? Yeah. And they were actually coherent.
I've been trying all day to recapture it, and it's just.... not there any more. It's like, I've got the gist, but the emotional half of it is totally obliterated. Luckily, I'm totally out of frustration. Wasted it all last night. Reading the end of Eragon until two in the morning.
Heh. What a waste of six hours. But now I've got the right to mutter about it, because I actually read the dang thing. It made me laugh. Where it shouldn't have. Oh, the hysteria. [/sarcasm]
But I drew the Grim Reaper today. And he made me smile, so all was good. I wonder if he has a name? Hades just guards the dead, yes? Hmm. I'm rambling.
And I found the picture of Clarence that I lost and thought was gone beyond recovery. That was a relief.
Not that I've talked about that at all... but I just thought I'd throw it out there.
I have to put gas in my car tomorrow. Stang. Our German exchange student leaves tomorrow morning, and I totally forgot to call them. And I thought I was over my idiot complex. Oh, well. 'Spose it's too late. There's always MySpace....
O_O
You know you're doomed when your last resort is freakin' MySpace. Gah, but I hate MySpace...
Anyway. Done rambling, now.
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| Quote: | | But the stuff in there wasn't near as good. You know, like when you're writing and everything's coming out so fast that your fingers can't catch up with the thoughts? Yeah. |
Yeah.
I know.
=(
But the Grim Reaper was awesome and made me happy. ^.^
...
That there. That last sentence. That was totally WRONG.
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Heee. Hearts for the Reaper.
I think I shall call him Frank. Anyway.
I have to go critique a guy's story stuff. Because he's been helping me with mine. But I don't waaaaaant to. That's pitiful. Bwah. I'm bad at critiquing.
Wait a minute. No I'm not. ^^ I just don't like it, because then I have to say mean stuff. Heh. Weell. For once, I have almost absolutely nothing to say.
Hah. Saved by the almost.
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I like critiquing. I like saying mean stuff. (coughs) Heh. >< If you want to post blurbs in here, though, I'll gladly pick at them, if you want. I like having almost nothing to say too, though, because I am a cruel reader, heh.
I loves t3h grim reaper. He is my friiiiiiiiiiiiiiend.
...That is so emo. Sort of. Ish.
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Duncariel
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Location: Resisting temptation in a TNT fireworks stand near you...
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MM. Emo. ^^ I took a quiz. I'm not emo. Heh.
Needless to say, that's something of a relief. Although, someday I'd actually like to know what I am... hmm. I'm not really that geeky.
DEVIANTART WON'T LOAD. IT'S DEAD.
M'kay. I'm geeky.
Super 1 still hasn't called me back, so that would lead me to assume that I didn't get that job. Which means I have to find another one, which at this time of the year is going to be nearly impossible. *sigh* I suppose I'm disappointed. Hell, I'm really disappointed. I'll be even more disappointed if I can't find anywhere else, because I closed the door on the opportunities that I had in Missoula. Bah. I couldn't have afforded the gas to work there, anyway.
I payed one hundred and fourty-three dollars for glasses, yesterday. All by myself. I told my mother that I'd pay for frames, because my old ones annoy the schnee out of my, but I didn't figure that she'd take that as 'I'll pay for frames and lenses and insurance and everything else', too. I would have needed new lenses even if I hadn't payed for new frames. They were way cheaper than the lenses.
Methinks I need to join Peter Pan in Neverland. I miss being oblivious to how much existing actually costs. ^^ Bugger.
And my neighbor is having an estate sale (that almost came out 'sake' O_o), which means there are people parked all over my yard. I am angry. >< Heh. Not really, but it means that I can't let my stupid cat out, so he's wandering around howling in angst.
Bruce is emo.
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I'M TEN PERCENT EMO!!!! I found that amusing. Which is precisely why I'm not emo. *grins*
Okay. I found a survey on MySpace, and I didn't feel like posting a bulletin. So I'm putting it here. Because it's late, I'm not tired, and I feel like doing a survey.
It's been one hell of a long day.
1. Are u wearing a necklace?
No. ((Oh, how exciting! What a gloriously innocent waste of time!))
2.does your computer have a mouse?
Oh, good Lord. Yes.
3. Who is the main person you talk to in each of your classes?
The same few people, depending on the class. BUT IT'S ALL OVER!! BWAH!! But, since I'm bored... first.... Becky, Sarah, Colleen, Danny, Sarah, Andrea.... more than that... Chrissy! Second.... I don't even remember what I had second... Gov't. Sarah and Andrea. And Danny, I guess. Because he never stops talking. Third.... heh. Financial Math. Colleen and Chrissi. And Rita. Fourth... Sarah, Becky, Andrea... Fifth... no one. I had TA. Unless Chase Cooper (cutest fourth grader in the world) counts... Sixth... AP Eng/Lang.... Becky, Rita, Janna, Austin, Tyler, Brandy... ooh, new names... Seventh... Algebra 2... Lisa (who should've gone in fourth, too... woops), Andrea, Drew Carey, when he was there... Danny... Eighth... Krista.
Now, wasn't that fun? Heh.
4. Do you like school?
Noooooo.... and I have to go back... I'm supposed to be DONE, dammit.
5. What color is your shirt?
Which one? Bayern Munich jersey... which is red with... white stuff. And an enormous grey TNT shirt... and a grey sweatshirt...
6. How many bedrooms do you have in your house?
Three.
7. What song are you listening to?
I'll Cover You. ((Heh. At least it's not the Cow song....))
8. What was the last mall you've been to?
Southgate Mall
9. Are you alone?
Jest me and my thoughts, and the Rent soundtrack... and my cat.
10. Do you have any older siblings?
One. Well, I guess half of one...
11. What is the last thing you ate?
Ritz crackers...
12. Who was the last person to come over to your house?
Good Lord. I live in the middle of nowhere.... it was.... last summer. Becky. Heh. I just stay in town.....
13.Who was the last person to call you?
Me mum.
14. Who was the last person who texted you?
Jason. ((It's entertaining... because no one here knows these people.....))
15. What time is it?
11:28 pm. Eh, not that late.
16. What should you be doing?
Prolly sleeping.
17. Who is the last person you IMed?
Emily. Funny thing is, we were sitting next to each other, at the time... heh.
18. Did you go out to eat yesterday?
I... don't think I really ate yesterday... *scratches head*
19. What are you thinking about right now?
How much I have to do tomorrow that really... nothing. Getting a job. Not killing Quinton. Killing Quinton. Along those lines...
20. What color are your pants?
Really, uber faded blue-jeans.
21. What color is your keyboard?
Black. COME TO THE DARKSIDE!!! WE HAVE COOOKIES!!! Waaaaaait....
22. What do you feel like eating/drinking?
Actually, food really sounds good. Tea sounds good. I'm STILL out of freaking tea.
23. Are you in college?
Soon. Woot!!
24. What is the last word you wrote?
Lessee.... they were numbers. I was tallying for the fireworks stand. 100.
25. Are you bored?
Why the schnee else would I be doing what I'm doing? Stupid.
26. How many teeth do you have?
Are you serious? WHY AM I TALKING TO A SURVEY? Now I'm a'gonna have to count them, because I want to know... 27? I think.
28. Do you wear glasses?
I'm waiting for them. But I do wear the ones that I have when I'm driving, because I'm illegal without them.
29. What color are your shoes?
White and black Pumas. PREP SHOES!!! Heh.
31. Last thing you drank?
Jones Cream Soda. Teh sugar-free kind.
34. Who do you love?
God, my family, my friends, and a few... almost friends. That's actually a hard question.
35. What are you doing right now?
*blank stare* I refuse to answer this question. It's stupid. LISTENING TO THE COW SONG!!! AHAHAAAAA!!!
37: what are you looking at now?
Oh, please. Your mom.
38. What's the last words you said?
Uhm... I was singing. Queen. The end of Bohemian Rhapsody.... "Nothing really matters to meeeeeee......." Heh. Or maybe part of Rent. Or something to my dog. It's been a while.
39. Do you have lip gloss on?
Neine.
40. Do you have eyeliner on?
Yesh.
41. Did u realize there was no question number 36?
No. I think that's the first time...
42. Do you have a cut on your pointer finger?
Which one? Actually, there's one on both... something about hacking cardboard...
43. Where is your cell phone?
Next to me.
44. Do you have any friends named robbie?
Whoah. Yeah. And a cousin.
46. Do you have any friends named nikki?
Ummmm. Maybe? Yes.
47. Are you afraid of the dark?
Only under specific circumstances. Like, when there's no moon, and things are all snuffly outside. Heh.
48. Did you used to watch "are you afraid of the dark"?
Actually..... yeah.
49. Do you like someone right now?
I like lots of people. But not the guy who wrote this survey. He's an idiot.
50. What size shoe are you?
Eight and a half. HOW CAN YOU END WITH A QUESTION LIKE THIS!!! Bogus.
I'm done now. Wow. That only took me ten minutes....
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