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:: 2004 23 August :: 6.54 am
:: Mood: I'm tired, but I somehow don't feel it.

-Sigh- The contemptment is gone already. But I assume it's just from lack of sleep. There was a thunderstorm last night and my dog, Brownie was in my bedroom, she's scared of fireworks and things like that. So from out of no where I'm awakened by her staring at my, almost on top of me on my bed. She's not aloud on it so this was unusual. Anyway, For about an hour I lay there as she walked around me on the bed, continuosly moving and whining as the thunder rolls. So I got maybe a couple of hours of rest in total. Hurrah.

But today's a half day at school so I should be in a better mood in a few hours hopefully.

Yesterday I signed up for the Napoleon Dynamite Fan Club. My username is Panhandle.

Bagels are yummy, but sometimes I get an aftertaste..

I'm going to go read MARS vol 4 now..

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:: 2004 22 August :: 10.35 pm
:: Mood: full bladder
:: Music: Return - Ok Go

Since I'm going to be saving my money for a new CD player or digital camera, I guess I won't be buying any mangas in the near future. So I'm rereading my MARS collection. Except I never got to reading/buying the last four of the series. Oh well.

Everything's good now. Great.

I hope this feeling of contemptment will last a bit longer. Rewearing misplaced is so pass�.

Today was Mum's birthday. I slept for about eleven hours, waking up around twelve. Then I just hung around the house, not really doing anything. Then at three something I took a nap. I woke up at 4:09 in the afternoon, stared at my new alarm clock for about ten minutes before I decided to take a shower that lasted about an hour, then got dress in my pink argyle socks and black sandels, by black shirt with the embroidered pansys [xD] at the bottom and my Mr. Bubbles pink shirt. I got all fancy for birthday dinner at Martha's. It was nice, then we came back to my house and I played Sly Cooper for about twenty minutes before getting bored with it. Then I started reading MARS again, drew a tissue box to see how well I was with perpective. It was neat. I'm proud. Of a tissue box drawing. Represent.

A reshowing of the Venture Brothers is coming on in a few minutes. Ta ta.

"If I can't use my right hand, I'll draw with my left. I could use either, if I tried. I've even heard of a girl who drew with her feet because she had no hands. And someone who held a brush in her mouth because she had no feet. Or are you going to smash my mouth, too?"

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