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I cheered.
I yelled.
I hyperventilated.
Wimbledon 2008 was insane. It was, by far, the BEST Championship, let alone match.
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In not-so-new news, my sister is evil.
Please help me.
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I'm sorry, I'm rather stupid and deleted the last entry because I saw a duplicate. I never read the comment, so whomever made it please repeat it on the previous or this post. Thank you.
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Saturday, June 19th, 2004
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| Time: | 8:00 pm. |
| Music: | brain salad surgery (ELP). |
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Damnit, someone please kidnap me now. Sorry for the impudence, however I cannot avoid it, feeling as I do. Whomever tis willing to save (kidnap) me, I'd like to postpone schooling to a later date so we can travel. Thank you dearly, I'll be waiting.
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My name is jen
"" personality is a 'ten' (I see a rhyme scheme)
"" best quality is --I'm hot but (not. hah it works)'modest about it'
"" worst quality is -arrogant bitch? oh, no, it says 'nothing! [I'm] perfect'
This is because -----'it's who I am.'
...hah.
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How is something I relate to Communism and Naziism the standard of purity?..maybe I'm just demented..I still see a hammer and sickle and think of the wall which was grand but still and then I see the curve of the making of part of a swastika.
I feel upsetting, sorry if it was.
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Analyzing words no longer possesses the same joy it once did.
Not to be confused with lacking joy altogether now (all together now all together now), but just not the same.
I thought of bedknobs and broomsticks today.
A nice receptionist like receptive lady at a record store told me I've great music taste.
Damn english (as a whole)..not pertaining to the English, as some incompetent of further observation might believe.
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In the article “Friends: A great soap opera masquerading as a great sitcom,” such was stated that it is “a family sitcom updated for urban tribes…a Golden Girls for the pre-retirement set.” I’ll say this once, and I’ll say it again-I’M NOT RETIRED AND I LOVE GOLDEN GIRLS, AND I’M NOT ALONE(!).
Alright. Now for yelling at the author of such article, Chris Suellentrop.
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| Subject: | The prisoner who now stands before you was caught red-handed showing feelings. |
| Time: | 5:16 pm. |
| Mood: | humoured. | | Music: | pink floyd-dramatic theme. |
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Today exceeds all expectations.
For such I commend it highly.
Tomorrow is the fifth of mayo(nnaise), don't you pretend that's not a big thing.
In your eyes..in your eyes. There's not much else to say, except the given and inevitable missing of you.
Honour forbids me, but honour be damned.
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Monday, February 2nd, 2004
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Thursday, January 1st, 2004
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What an accomplishment...still awake. Joy to moi.
Have a grand day.
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Wednesday, December 10th, 2003
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If you choose to pull the trigger, should your drama prove sincere, do it somewhere far away from here.
Thank you so much. The chocolate was excellent.<3
Today. wow. Enough said.
Tonight. GOOD. I need to sleep. my birthday time right now.
I think I'm going to ditch the career center thing and go to english. Wouldn't that be a sight.
Imbeciles: "You shouldn't be here.". hah. they're ones to talk. Then again, maybe I'm the one who really doesn't belong there. (Judging by my psat scores, possibly, maybe by the essay. Both ways determine I don't belong en that classe). I suppose I'm not qualified, or over-qualified.
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Monday, December 1st, 2003
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Sometimes I wish it would all go away..
More often I'd like to flee this reservoir for something more vivacious in lifestyle..that, or just a state of immense, utter hacylon.
When the rain comes, you'll see that I'm happier when skies are grey.
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Monday, November 24th, 2003
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| Time: | 5:22 pm. |
| Mood: | ::yawn::. | | Music: | don't touch me please I cannot stand the way you TEASE. |
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ch-ch-ch-ch-changes ::dancing::
Lapin and a special few made my day worthwhile. Danke, reizend.
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Wednesday, November 19th, 2003
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Wow. Sesame Street memories. I find the patting head, rubbing stomach activity quite simple...but what about rubbing one's head in a circular motion and patting one's stomach. Tis quite infeasible for me.
I believe yet another vessel has popped.
The only soft is cell I love. Tainted Love<3
I'd be dancing with your ghost,toasting note to note.. So here's to the passing of all that could be between you and me.
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Saturday, November 15th, 2003
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I put all my genius into my life; I put only my talent into my works.
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Saturday, November 8th, 2003
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You're Sir Lancelot the Brave: you're definitely brave alright, perhaps a bit too brave in some circumstances (large, festive gatherings come to mind), but you're always in your own idiom.
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Saturday, November 1st, 2003
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"The way you think about things makes you a Complex Intellectual. This means you are highly intelligent and have extraordinarily strong verbal and math skills. Compared to others you are a highly conceptual and complex thinker and are able to understand information in an abstract form. You also show great attention to detail. In fact, it's hard to find something you're not good at."
I feel alright now that I read that. Please, don't spoil it for me by recieving the same if not better results from this nonexistant test which you've never even considered subjecting yourself to is at your fingertips.. yet I am still enraged. GNAWL.
But it was only fantasy.The wall was too high, as you can see. No matter how he tried he could not break free. And the worms ate into his brain.
Hey you, out there on the road, always doing what you're told, can you help me? Hey you, out there beyond the wall, breaking bottles in the hall, can you help me?
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all.
Together we stand, divided we fall.
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Thursday, October 30th, 2003
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Gah, bumhug...
Weight is hard to lose =(. Oh, how I shall...only 450 calories today! same tomorrow...
Joules<3
Although your mind's opaque, try thinking more, if just for your own sake. The future still looks good, and you have time to rectify what you should.
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Tuesday, October 28th, 2003
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Alright...well, today was actually fairly eventful. I have an enemy. Well, that truly is an event...after all, how often do you get one?...::silence::. alright...I'm going to cry read myself to sleep now. Thank you to Chelsea, and to Joules.
He just doesn't understand...
what an ignorant arrogant meanie =[
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Monday, October 27th, 2003
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| Subject: | Tis true...except for the turtles... |
| Time: | 10:39 am. |
| Mood: |  amused. | | Music: | school's out- for-EVER. |
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do you often have spaz attacks or hysterical
laughing cases for no reason?get odd looks from
people you dont know?you're a lindsey, you
loooove turtles. probably other animals too,you
may be prone to hit/beat those(humans that is)
who anger you with shoes or other painful
objects and call mean names. :) i like you.oh
yah by the way your obsessive compulsive and
have the habit of saying random things from the
twisted tunnels of your brain
Who or what are you from my phchologicallyistic sophisticated knowledge?
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Thursday, October 23rd, 2003
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| Time: | 4:02 pm. |
| Mood: |  loved. | | Music: | Beatles-Paperback Writer. |
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Evil set foot into our sector(third definition, 'subdivision of society'). Why, no other present friends any at all rather are of existence. And, no, I am not referring to Ian. Ian is definitely welcome in the kingdom. Even Chad's girlfriend. Chad, on the other hand....that is being determined by my panel of those whom have predestined his...fate. ghahaha.!. oh and all I remember of yesterday was Mr. Ev(substitute the ans with another vowel to substitute the 'a', another consonant for the 'n', and yet another consonant for the 's'. and then you get)MR.EVIL. and his petty antics of which cannot outsmart me, you imbecile! Nothing can withhold me!...bloody bastard...
Oh, and the other thing I remember is seeing SEXY MAN cross in front of my car. I couldn't find him sexier if I tried. Then again, I wouldn't try...There's nothing to try for. Sad, isn't it? NOT ATALL! and I was talking with a british accent for some reason..I'm not sure why quite. In typing we wrote to a blind person. and what of? peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. there was a controversy aboot the handwashing obsession and my schitzotypal/schitzophrenic methods and tactics. Witnessed by myself was a fight. funny, quite.
NEWS UPON GRAND NEWS:
Ian:(regarding the castle anthrax and neverending happy hour-conspiracy in discussion-with Hot Waitresses)Every man's dream.
God: Really...
Ian: you are Geoff's.
He then told me how our great minds think alike. Joy.yes.Life's middle word is IF. Life is grand, then what is death? Love. Forever.<3
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Sunday, October 19th, 2003
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ho
really know you realize that you are one of the
best.
Which Beer are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
Yay. That made me feel better. My hair is short. it was aboot 5 inches longer before... nomatter. it'll grow back in like 4 weeks lol. Singing paperback writer is quite fun when tired. More benadryl overdose substance abuse awareness groups for me. New(yes, yet another)sn. donotbitemoose. If you're supposed to be on my list(unless my short term memory loss kicks in...that happened yesterday. I was talking to my mom about something and forgot, and realized later it was short term...yeah.) okay so I'll probably contact you if you're on and I'm on...you can tell I've nothing else to talk of. Goodnight, and I love you...really.
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Tuesday, October 14th, 2003
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Okay. Reviewing all things that have occured lately...Life's pretty damn good to me. Being observant (as always=)), I noticed the misfortunes of others amidst my own pleasure-oriented goals. For that I feel selfish, yet also grateful for all the good things in my life. I love you all. Mwah. I just need to solve a few matters, and I'll be fine..
-evil is yet to be conquered.. soon..
-sexy man is SO sexy tis unbearable..concupiscence is definitely ok=)
-need to overcome weight issues
-currently nonexistent bond with one whom I really need to solve differences with
-to live in a society of love, peace…Britons..
always something there to remind me...I was born..to love him...i'll never be free-you'll always be a part of me.
so many meanings, so little time =\
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Saturday, October 11th, 2003
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My sexy man is a prince! literally! Take that, ugly manwhore. =) I screeched for him(sorry, lovely, darling.) =O SOMEONE ACCUSED ME OF RIGGING THE VOTES/ELECTION. for that, thou shalt suffer. tedious death. better yet, you won't be raped. not that you could be, anyway =\. so back to original plan-tedious death.
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crappy.
complacent.
enraged.
predatory.