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Maybe I should stop taking quotes. I do them so people can remember moments and laugh about them. But almost every comment I get is how the person was offended that I didn't quote them; or quote them "enough."
I hear myself talk more than anyone on this earth, and I still don't quote myself hardly at all. Do you guys appreciate the quotes or do you just want attention?

Quotes from the summer
I have the quotes from the last 3 months posted now, so have a look.

Serenity

blehh
Everyone's gone doing stuff and I can't, so I decided to do the same survey Mishy did. yay! Feel free to ignore.

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Schedule
1. American Literature --- Dolbee
2. Spanish II --- Ryan
3. Algebra II --- Babbitt
4. Economics --- Cooper
5. Chemisty --- Vree
6. Yearbook --- Stark

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Back from Auburn Hills
The Warped Tour was awesome. I went with Stacy and Dustin. We met up with Brad, Tony, Erika, Perry, and Chris there. We only hung out with Brad though, pretty much.
I got Yellowcard and Taking Back Sunday's autographs. I got to see TBS, Anti-Flag, Matchbook Romance, and Sugarcult play. Woo. We missed Yellowcard and Story of the Year, sadly. They were playing late and we were tired so we left before.
I got caught in the rush to the stage at the TBS stage. Brad had Stacy, and I had Stacy's hand, but everyone kept pulling, pushing and moving, so we couldn't hold on anymore and got seperated. It's craazy. It's hot, everyone's sweating, yelling, pushing eachother, crowd surfing, and you cannnnnot move. But it was fun. It was hard to get out of though. hah. Once my bag got taken away while I was in it. I was lucky to get it back, but my gum, a shirt I had just bought, and my almost full camera was gone. They must've fallen out when the bag was taken away. After people cleared a little, we found some cameras, all completely smashed and flat. haha. It's sad, because I had pictures of David's party on there too, but oh well I suppose. I had a good time.
When we got to our hotel afterwards, we found out that Good Charlotte and New Found Glory were staying there too. If it had just been any other bands, I would've been more excited. I kind of wanted a picture of Billy though, because he's attractive, even if his music does = shit.
I'm gonna skip a lot of details because it won't much matter to anyone besides myself, Stacy, Dustin, and probably Brad. Aaand I'm lazy.

I hope Rat Girl's reading this.
Okay, we got complained about at work, so they moved us to another crew. All I know is that apparently we fought with the other people on our crew, and said their music was stupid, and those are the only reasons we've gotten for it.
For one, we didn't fight with them, in fact we never talked to them. Not that we made it a thing not to talk to them, we've just had no reason to.
Now I can understand the music part, because we did talk about how their music sucked, but it's not all we talked about. We work 7 hours a day, 6 days a week, do they not expect us to repeat things? And almost anyone would agree, their music.. sucked. Here's what they listened to: Spice Girls, Brittany Spears, Simple Plan, every Now made, rap, country, and get this, Disney Soundtracks. Who wants to listen to fucking disney movie theme songs for 7 fucking hours? So yeah, we said it sucked.
And that's where I get stuck. Besides hating their music, I have no idea why they made such a big deal about us. Even when we brought our stereo, we picked through the cds for things they'd like too. Now I wish we would've played some industrial/death metal because obviously it wouldn't have made a difference.
So I talked to Ellen, the boss, and she just kept saying, "uh huh," "yep," "ok." She wouldn't even listen to me. She wouldn't give me a fucking chance. She'll believe them, but apparently our words have no merit. Which really pisses me off, because that's not fair, or just, or any of that shit. We're guilty until proven innocent.
The thing that really bothers me the most, is that they said absolutely nothing to us. We had no idea that we were bothering them, or offending them. I mean, what the fuck. They have a problem, so they run to the boss. They wouldn't tell me, and either would Ellen, exactly why we were switched. All I know is the rumors I've heard, that we fought, which I know isn't true considering we didn't talk. If they go around telling their boss, their teachers, or their moms whenever they have a problem with someone, they're going to have trouble through life. Talk to the fucking person personally. And by not telling us what exactly we did, do you think we're going to learn from it? By never even telling us we were doing something, how could you expect us to stop? We would have if you would've just mentioned something. My God. It's like you have no decency. I need to do Sorting, and I want to be a crew leader next year, I seriously need the money, but now, my chances of that happening, are probably really low. Thanks a fucking lot. You could've stopped being a pussy and told us, and I would've respected that.
So fuck you. Fuck you, Shelly. Fuck you, Shawna. Fuck you, Stephanie. Fuck you, Ellen.

Now Jacqui, I have something to say to you personally. As much as Shawna, and Shelly, and even you sometimes, annoyed me, I still defended you to Stacy and Lisa. But now that I'm just a "moron," I regret defending you at all. Forget being friends for at least 8 years. Forget you.

I walked into the living room and my mom asks, "Do you still say you hate me on the computer?" I said, "No?" She said, "Good."
I put away the dishes.
My mother told me not to say "wigga" anymore because black people will hear me or see me post it one day and beat me up. I told her I don't say wigga and if I did, I'd shoot myself. I say wigger. She then told me not to say I'd shoot myself.
I thought then asked, "Post?"
She said, "Yeah, on Andy's website."
I said, "You read my journal?"
She said, "It doesn't matter."
"Yes it does. Do you read my journal?"
"It shouldn't matter. You shouldn't be writing anything I can't read."
It went on like that for a while.
Then I said, "Do. you. read. my. journal."
"Why does it matter?"
"It doesn't. Do you read it?"
"No, I might've once, but.. etc"
She went on about things, lecturing on how I shouldn't say bad things about her.
Regardless on if she was telling the truth or not on if she read it, my life doesn't revolve around posting bad things about her. I don't talk to everyone about her. She doesn't seem to understand that the amount of people that know, doesn't change the fact that all of the bad things are true.

"Excuse me.. that's the birthday cart. Can I get you another one?"

Corn = Money & Hell
Fuck. I have work in the morning.

hehe. It's me.




On another note:
Pretty Nails Instant Polish Remover is a godly formula. It can remove so much more than nail polish.

Pick a band and answer in song titles:
Band - The Cure

1. Are you male or female?: Bird Mad Girl
2. Describe yourself: Open
3. How do some people feel about you?: Play For Today
4. How do you feel about yourself?: So What?
5. Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend/interest: All I Want
6. Where would you rather be?: In Your House
7. Describe what you want to be: The Perfect Girl
8. Describe how you want to live: Just Like Heaven
9. Describe how you love: To Wish Impossible Things
10. Share a few words of wisdom: All Cats Are Grey

Conversation
Christian, "The Wigger," said something jokingly to my mom and she doesn't believe he was actually joking.

Mom: You looked completely serious when you said it.
Christian: You do that to me all the time.
Mom: I just do it to mess with your brain.
Christian: That's why I did it, to mess with your brain.
Mom: There's not much left to mess with.
Kate: So true Mom, so true.