::smack::
lol i accidently put this as a comment on someones journal....i need sleep lol...

are you upset? do you need to take out your anger? too lazy to get paper and a pen? too cold to go outside for a fire? dont feel like going to buy grapes? for all you lazy ones, heres some therapy that you can just imagine the person youre mad at floating around in here...for more snowglobe fun, check out "Knick Knack" on the Finding Nemo DVD. woo!

Snowglobe Therapy

just imagine the little people as someone youre mad at...

old guys?
a bunch of old guys just walked past lol! jen is typing fast next to me am surprised! lol i usually only see her talking to people so she goes slower. lol...i printed out norse creation myth shit to look like am working (am in library) melissas hair is really really long...melissa, your hair is really really long! i need a haircut...and a picture with santa!!! and a picture with jen...hm.....i wonder where she is....::type, type, type:: i have to pee. i dont have much on my mind. i have a load of homework and ive only been thru three classes with homework. i got off my detentions with williamson...i had two...shit i have to leave...bye...

i wish he would leave.
he is so mean. my dad. i had a wonderful time with jennifer. we went all over the mall to find a present for her mum that she would just return anyway. we saw a sign for hot topic saying one shirt and another for half off...so we went in "no jen" "jorie why'd you let me come in here" then i got my hair stuck. jen almost pissed her pants. i tryed to undo it without telling her...that didnt work...it was caught on a rack with hangers, and i couldnt take off the hangers cuz the pants on them were too heavy and taking out my ponytail didnt work very well...so i asked jen and she just laughed but couldnt get it...so the lady comes over and you know how theyre like "do you guys need any help" am like...yes...lol...am stuck...jen ran away...she was laughing so hard. we bought shirts. then i came home. i asked my mum before i went, cuz i stayed home today, instructions from the doctor. she said yes. so i came home. the first thing "did you ask your mother if you could go?" yea...of course dumb-fuck, im too much of a good girl to leave when she says no. then i go to the garage...get a speech from my brother about college and shit and grades and im still a fucking junior! am having problems accepting its december. people talk about christmas and the reality isnt there. it will pass without me even knowing its here...it will seem like a dream. then am getting water and my dad goes, "you know if you have all the christmas stuff out-" "then i have to put it away, yes i know, thank you" i finished it. i get it everyday. no matter waht i do. thats why i spend so much time away from here. i hate him sooo much. so then he starts giving this speech...like always...let me tell you....I DONT NEED/WANT ANOTHER FUCKING LECTURE! so then...i say "why do you always lecture"...of course...not pleasant. i get them from everyone. am not good enough because of this i should do this better well i fucking done listening! if i was going to improve myself, you think i would listen to anything anyone fucking thought was good for me? i don think like that! i work when i want to! i hate when people tell me what to do and how to do it thats why i dont listen! i dont wanna be a fucking piece of clay that bends to everyones thoughts about how disappointing i am. the encouragement: youre smart you can do it. great guys...thanks for noticing...you think because im smart im ready to sit and take notes on fucking lectures!!!!!!! so then i come upstairs and start changing for bed. "jorie?" hm...in a very good mood may i add, because nothing had really ruined it yet. i start putting my clothes in the washer...doom dee da doom..."JORRIEEEEEEE!" oh what the fuck now?! "these lights at the bottom of the stairs..." i stopped listening...he stopped talking...k, just after i put my clothes in the washer. "i want this done..." dad! i am putting my clothes in the washer, once am done, i will be down to move them. thank you thats all that needs to be said. he kept going on. i told him about four more times the same thing. i will be down after i put my clothes in the washer. then he started saying shit i dont remember now and i took out the washing soap and shook it, but the top wasnt on well...so i got it all over the fucking wall and my shirt and my face and everywhere. it was about now my mother came up. i went and took off my shirt and started mopping up the fucking mess with my shirt...my mum is standing there telling me to leave it and fucking calm down. YOU FUCKING CALM DOWN YOURE IN THE GARAGE ALL THE TIME! so i was freaking out by now and my dad walks up "whats the problem?" WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK MY PROBLEM IS ITS YOU DAMN IT!!! "im cleaning up the mess otherwise ill get bitched at for fifty minutes saying the same sentance in every way possible a thousand times. it doesnt get anything across that isnt across in "clean this up please" if you were fucking nice about it maybe i would do it more often! i dont mind cleaning...i cleaned all the dishes and put them away this morning. i cleaned the table of all its shit and clean my room when i feel like it. i dont do it often cuz i end up doing it soooo thoroughly that it takes htree hours, no matter how dirty it is. i organize everything. so then my mum said neil called and she told me i shoudl call him back. so i did. i was trying not to sob on the phone, seeing as i was just being hysterical not five minutes before. then i came online. jen sent me this site that this kid who is this persons cousins brother fathers friends kid...i dont know....some long ass thing...everyone wants to talk to jen...anyways, hes in flordia...and hes funny...
heres an excerpt from one of his and jens convos, not real sns, dont try to IM them...and not whole convo...cuz its long...

BlkCandy: guys go potty quickly
evil salt: girls go potty slowly
evil salt: why?
BlkCandy: cuz we gotta pull down our pants
BlkCandy: and sit
BlkCandy: and pee
BlkCandy: and wipe
evil salt: yeah
BlkCandy: and get up
BlkCandy: and zip
BlkCandy: and soap
BlkCandy: and water
evil salt: wipe? i didn't think about that
evil salt: never mind
BlkCandy: guys go unsip pee wash and leave
evil salt: lol
evil salt: *unzip*
BlkCandy: geting up and sitting down takes energy
evil salt: i guess it does
evil salt: er
evil salt: just go standing up
evil salt: lol
BlkCandy: lol
BlkCandy: i've never tried
evil salt: it's boring for guys
BlkCandy: boring?
evil salt: cause we can go either way, there's no adventure
BlkCandy: lmao
BlkCandy: you can potty sitting down?
evil salt: yeah

so at barnes and noble we see this book:

How to Pee Standing Up: Tips for Hip Chicks

and just died laughing. so then jen tells salt and he sends her this site

A Women's Guide on How to Pee Standing Up"

lol...i didnt know it was such a big deal to some people.....actually i didnt even know the idea exsisted, never mind the parts they talk about...need to go back to fifth grade...well.....thats all, folks!

bah
my dvd is skipping. i just got home from the doctor. and guess what? for all that, im still NOT BETTER! she gave me medicine, oh how nice, nasal spray, and eye drops, for the one thing i failed to mention is fucking contagious. my eyes have been waking me up with this goopy shit every night two or three times...so i have a sinus infection, which would be fine to go to school, but i cant....because of the fucking eye thing. i am so incredibly pissed. i need to do shit! i still cant swallow, im allergic to the medicine that she wanted to give me so i had to get another one for a longer amount of time...ama go read other peoples journals

sickness
i decided to make a list of the symptomness that i had, just in case i gave it to you, you can correctly blame me (my fucking L isnt working on this comp so if i miss it, figure it out):

day one: slight sore throat and minor headache

day two: feel like shit, sore throat, headache

day three: slight fever, feel ike shit, sore throat worsens, killer headache

day four: still feeling like shit, headache still there, cant swallow easily, eventual high ass fever (over 102f), possible hurling (vomiting, if you feel i must induce it), heavy thirst

day five: ah! finally feeling better...for a bit. then youre ears murder you! arrrrrg! paiiiin...actually, its been there, but it just now got really bad. you can hear the water swishing.

day six: thats today. um...ears still kill, you can get up. its about time, eh? but still pain. this is when you go to the doctor. bah medicine.

well...i realy hope you dont get it but if you do, lo siento!

tv
i havent watched tv in so long. ive watched it more in the last three days than i have in the last three months. constantly for the last three days, but its okie cuz its all been TLC (the learning channel). right now am watching makeovers...yup. and eating ice cream. it feels good on my throat. today am going to the doctor. my ears are sooo painy-ful! i think i have an infection, or fluid again and need tubes again. my mum just assumed to keep me home today, although am glad she did so i didnt spend all day complaining, but i want to go back sooo bad! ooooh second chance...show never seen it! lol. i need to start my painting for art, not to mention the endless homework am going to have by three fifteen tmro. oh, this show isnt that interesting. am sooo happy am nearly better. yay!!! ::hug:: to everyone who took care of me, or sended me emails and stuff thankies!

babysitting
guess what guys!? im actually feeling better...not totally there...but good enough. am about to go babysitting...yesterday i threw up and had a fever higher than 102 f. throat still hurts, but today danny and nancy (jennifer's parents) called and asked if i was still alive. lol...but they said that people have been dying from it. and my mum said elaine said the same thing...so warning to you all!

hm...sick
so for the past three days ive had a sore throat and headache...and so today i went to condell and they took a strep test...but no mono test (thats what my mum thinks i have...my brother had it a while back) cuz the only thing that would do is confirm it so they want me to go to my doctor on monday to see if i do. i need to start my art project and do my latin quiz over. bah...i hate it. oh well...ill get better...::hug:: to all...

::tear::
today was so bad. lets start with grades...fifty one in history, seventy three in algebra, and a D in spanish. how wonderful. but that im used to...if i werent trying so hard to get it up. but heres how my day started. i got up. i didnt want to take a shower so i fell back asleep for about a half hour. then i got up...shit need to print spanish outline. so i turn on comp...brush teeth...open it...get dressed...fuck no clothes...had to go searching...shit...printer downstairs...gotta get it there...so im thinking....mail..then...nah takes to long...so i run downstairs and turn on comp...open IM upstairs...open IM downstairs...direct connect upstairs...click ok downstairs...send from upstairs...copy into word downstairs...hmm...my throat hurts...oh well am just thirsty...its winter air is dry...tab all the spaces on word...click print...run upstairs to turn off internet...run downstairs to turn off aim...open fridge...ooh look crumpets...i like crumpets...never have them...put in toaster oven...click button...fuck. broken...look for toaster...fuck...threw that out last year...put away crumpets...hmm am hungry...glass of water...jen will be here soon...open pantry...grab oats and honey breakfast bars...eat...do hair...jens here...oh shit...i need my sketchbook...run upstairs...o yes, i brought it down...run downstairs, see gym clothes on way..hm...clean...eww...no chance taking...my says while running downstiars...get jens present....huh? its on the table...i look on kitchen table...where everything is. not there...fuck it...she comes down the stairs...im looking for my sketch now...i need it today so i can start painting...she starts yelling its fucking right here...lovely thing to hear in the morning...fine i dont have time for presents i have to get to school...i get in car. driving driving driving...good no traffic...then we get to continental and lakeview. fucking car in front of us wont turn left. several chances...fuckin turn already. jorie wants to tell jen why she cried last night...jorie cant. get to school...rush...we are late...walk in...hello jen and jorie...you are late...good thing frouny wasnt there...we would have had to go all the way back to the attendence office...latin class...not obnoxious as usual...but no fun. spanish...woo julio...i like the movie...but i was falling asleep...i was too tired. "four people are losing points because they arent watching the movie" wake up. i force myself. after spanish. no neil. no jill. no spencer. jackie and adleman and wavy. i leave. amanda and i work together on documents shit...i cant remember waht i read...i make up answers. gym. no gym clothes. am super late. i went to the lst. i want to talk to miss pither. i want to sleep. i want to leave. anything but be here. i love school. but today i hate it. she wasnt there. i was sad. i left her a note. "i need to talk." i go to gym. i take my sketchbook. i should start redrawing my painting so that i can paint eighth. "walk and talk girls, no sitting" says williamson. i stand while they play basketball. i cant play. i dont feel well. my throat hurts. water hasnt helped. my head hurts too. i get loads done for standing. fifth period. i ate. am sorry to jen. i ate with her money. i owe her so much. i was hungry tho. i had a fucking bar for breakfast. i ate a pretzel. we visited the navy guy. he was nice. we signed mrs. koltons card. she had surgery. the current nurse is a bitch. we want kolton back. then to algebra. quiz. easier than i thought. i actually could do hte problems. i dont understand this chapter. i thought it would be worse. but it wasnt so. mail came. purple pass. for me. miss pither says to go see her eighth. art. the only subject i am looking forward to. lit wasnt awful. finished watching the crucible. i liked it. the whole movie. and the end. stupid girl. only thinking baout herself. let the people you once loved die because you cannot have your man. to eighth. or rather, miss pither. i see neil. his hug feels so good. i walk to the office. i begin to explain to her. i cry again. the tears keep rushing. i try to force myself to not cry. but they come. i cant see the blocks that am playing with. they have words on them. "i love..." what do i love? "dreaming"...."and" and what? waht do i love? i love my friends. that isnt an option. "therefore please" please what? waht could i love so much that i must pleed someoen to do something for me? "trust: do i love trust? or do i wish it upon myself? i wish it. do trust me. there are eight blocks. "i love dreaming and screaming therefore please trust" no..that isnt right. i change "screaming" to "everything"...but i dont love everything. that isnt right either. miss pither is talking. i have been talking...she talks now...its hard to pay attention. shes talking about my mum drinking again. how im independent and how i need people to define my happiness. "it all goes back to coming from an alcoholic family" i dont know. maybe so. "of" it finally makes sense. "i love dreaming of everything, therefore, please trust." trust what? trust me...i will get there...i am here for you? trust me...because i have nothing else to give. because if you trust me, then i will tell you what i dream up, the metaphors. i will do my best to help you. and thast all i have. "you have fifteen minutes left, do you want to go back to art" sure i say. why not. at least i can show her my sketch. matt cant figure what he wants to do out...then hes got it sketched. its beautiful. she loves it. leeza is already painting. "im putting on the wash" shes the only one painting. i show the teacher my sketch. its not surreal enough. "what wouldnt normally be in a bowl. you eat rice...whats something you dont eat" i want the rice. its the only thing that defines my culture. once i remove the rice. it is a bowl with soemthing in it. a bowl with a bamboo stick and calligraphy brush. a bowl made out of smoke sitting on a puddle of water. with a bottle of ink. there is no culture in that. the rice suggests asian. but no matter. what do i know about surrealism? schools over. auditions. we walk to the car to move it closer. jen wants food. she doesnt. she does. "lets just go in" i say "if you want some later, well get soem" we go in. lestina speech. short, surprisingly. girls in choir room. boys stay for dance. we want to hear them sing. "can we watch?" yes, be quiet. they sing. sandy did amazing. so did shaina. woodstock did a nice job. so did chelsea. but thats all i could hear. my head hurts. so does jens. shes okie tho. to dancing. the boys dance. its funny. matt can dance. yay sandy. my throat really hurts now. the girls start. they learn. sandy has trouble at first. but she learns. she laughs when she messes up. good job sandy. theyve learned it. "lets get food" says jen. okie. we get cookies and popcorn. good popcorn. wafer cookies. sneak the cookies in the theatre. "food and drink are prohibited in the theatre" i want water. my throat hurts. sandy is good. so are a few others. she looks like shes having fun. thats good. jen wants to leave. ok i say. im dont here. she didn do any homework. theres a game tonight. its cold. i come home. project with jackie on mind. i forget. dad is home. hello. i want to sleep. my head hurts. i am hungry. bars, pretzel, popcorn, cookies, poptart, milk. i added two more things to my food. online again. jill has responded. she wasnt in school today. she tells me to back off. i am making it worse. jackie says to stop. just be here. i am here. im always here. jill has already said she doesnt want to tell me. thats fine. i dont care if she tells me. i want to know if she is mad at me. she still hasnt answered it. i reply. bickering. bitter. she doesnt understand. i dont want her problems dumped on me. i want to know if ive lost her or not. neil was here. hell tell you. dad says be careful. of what? i guess. mum. i call jackie. project. tomorrow she says. my dad is getting poster board. i will put the pictures on. i hang up. i dont talk on the phone anymore. that died with our friendship. she reminded me to get the grade sheet signed. i get it from my bag. mum, will you sign this. she takes it out to the garage. whats wrong mum? petra was here. youre clothes were on the floor. youre dad is pissing me off. oh. dont get too upset. inside i go. she slams door wehn she comes in. "im not signing this. have your dad sign it" it has a D on it. i only missed two assignments. one was first quarter grade sheet. i thought it was worth two points. dad signs it. i am tearing. she woudlnt sign it. im trying this year. my throat relaly hurts. i get a vitamin c logenze. dad suggests he talk to the teacher. no. i am not a kindergartener. i am sitting. sandy did a good job i tell everyone. i think shes made it. i tell her too. breakfast? they ask. spencer. its been so long. hul. i miss him. i talk to someone i used to talk to. someone on yahoo. i downloaded it. he is sweet. hes engaged. hes eighteen. i type in journal. it gets lost. i comment. they are slow. milton is still there. yay. ayaemberlight is nice. H2O responds a lot. angel bob is funny. i like them. they make me smile when the day has been bad. dad was yelling. mum thought i was in bed. my ears hurt too. a headcold? my head is warm. my tempature says 96.6. thats bad. i plan to go to bed. jens at a game. neils at jazz. tomorrow ill go to breakfast. and then to school. late start. gnight.

he's gone.
i always hate when he leaves. he keeps me warm. and then leaves. its like crawling out of the bed in the morning. its always cold. you were soo warm. but now you arent. i cryed. i told him things that were really hard to tell anyone. even jen. the person i spend so much time with. the person that i would dedicate my life to. the person who gives me a ride every morning. the one who i have to try to understand. not even patrice, who understands every word i say, nearly almost always in agreeance. the person who i hardly spend time with, but wouldnt mind spending every day with her. couldnt be sandy. i tried that too. but i couldnt start it. i thought about jill. but she wont even respond when i ask a simple question. what good would it do to rest the weight on the shoulders of someone who would put it down and walk away? what about the guys then? spencer. well, its been too long. i miss him. talking to him i mean. hes good for helping to figure stuff out. hul. nah, its awkward to be alone with him. cant write a letter. i dont even know how to put it into words. nick. cant trust him. the only person who's ever lost my trust. jackie. thats hard. would she listen or care? i hurt her so badly. i wouldnt blame her if she spat on me. neil. neil...my emotionless neil. he who arrives every night. i wanted to several times. yes i did. but...it never came around. then there was the far option of wender. but i lost him along with jackie. benton is too happy. stacey would tell me i need help. lisa avoids me, probably at cost because i told her i didnt want her to make a mess in my room. nah...everyone is getting too far. the only ones i can say are still right here.....are neil and jennifer. maybe sandy. i dont know. she seems to get mad at me a load lately. i wanted to tell jen relaly badly tonight. and patrice last night. and sandy friday. but i told neil tonight. everyone feels so far away.

but if you really want to live, why not try and make yourself?
i went for a walk you know.

i walked along the sidewalk.
listening to incubus.
watching my shadow.

first i watched its likeness of me.
starting with my shoe.
slowly growing to entirety.
then i observed the quality.
how the lights altered it.
one light made it blurry, but dark.
two made it light, only dark in spots.
then i watched how the whole moved over the blocks.
and then, rather than the impression, i looked at the holes that i had never bothered to memorize before.
i watched how my form fell into the indentations.
that block has a crack.
it will always be there.
until the block is removed.
i then saw the seperations between the blocks.
some were wide, filled with filth.
others were tight, but cracked.
some were mended black with tar.
but none were perfect. no block, no space.

then it occured to me how much people are like this. there are sidewalk blocks, endlessly seen. no one could ever remember ever crack and gouge in the cement, not in every one. but one block can be. maybe two. and our impression. the shadow. how worried we are that it is there, rather than the holes it fills. our impact is stronger when we are ourselves, rather than trying to be someone else. shadows will always pass over the blocks, but will it remember? will the light know that you passed through its rays, protecting the block which forgot its sunglasses? would it care?

cold walk
i dont really want to put this entry in...but i think i will anyway...sometimes you gotta do things you dont want to right?...homework, cleaning, going to movies with friends and thier boyfriends for a first date...::sigh:: sorry katherine...the appeal was thin. i just read andy's journal. wow...people are mean to him. yea. i want to cry. i dont know why. well i do but. yea. last night was the party...sort form or thoughts...turned out better than thought, wish food was better, fucking bothered by dad. i did nearly all the work...just so that he could go and invite fifteen or so people more a few days before! arg. patrice slept over...dont think she wanted to. jennifer left early...i dont know for shur why. dont think it was tiredness...i wished jackie good luck and told her she would do really well...am proud of myself. am proud of her too...it took her a while but she finally realised what she was doing, or if she didnt, then she did a nice job of fixing it. yea. jill is still bugging me. i hate when people just stop tlaking to people. its stupid. if you ignore an infection, it only gets worse. i still dont know what to do about nick. i suppose i am scared. becuase i dont know how much i can trust him. i dont want to trust him. because its like this with me. i trust you with everything until you betray me. which is opposite of a good amount of people. and i dont know. i know that ive done things to people to. thats why im so afraid to write this in here. but i always find reasoning in what i did to other people. i still wonder why jackie is talking to me again. not that i mind. because i cant bring myself to talk to nick again. not relaly anyway. a good hello and good bye is about all i can manage. im not really talking to neil. hes onlyn but i feel that im going to start crying if i talk to him...so i figure its better i dont. writing this...it seems so shallow. i hate it. i dont want to put it. i talked to patrice today because it bothers her that i say child when addressing people. its more of a recent thing...but its like this. i feel wrapped in a warm blanket and held when am sick...thats how it feels to me. i feel protected and i like it. i dont use it as a degrading word. am sorry to all who hate it. i want to go for a walk. or a rollerblade. i havent done it in a while. ill take my new cd player in the bag that i just got back. maybe...strange image of this girl in sixth grade. i was friends wiht her becasue cathy left santa maria and i didnt have anyone else really. so i was friends with meghan and one day in the middle of sixth grade i was talking to her at recess and she just turned around and was like "just leave me alone". and she didnt mean it as a temporary thing. i knew it because of the way she huffed off and avoided me constantly. i feel so empty. no emotions. i want to cry. then its some kind of emotion right? that indicates sadness...but it can stand for anger...and tears of happiness exsist. so then...what does whining do...walking time.

wwooooo

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complaints anyone?
so am drawing my art project. the radio is on classical music. no one is home or online. i dont want to read, parents are obnoxious, tv is annoying, dad is on tv; cant watch a movie, which jen has most of them, and blockbuster is closed. tmro is thanksgiving. im getting a 51 in history and something low in algebra, and my head hurts...i have to pee, forgot to call kate, almost got in an accident/stopped by cop, the hum of the computer is driving me nuts, i want go out but am too tired, i still have to pee, its nine thirty, i want to sleep, i really have to pee...i want better music.......::starts peeing:: oh crap! well, that adds to the list...lol jk...brb...my shoulder hurts, im complaining too much, im bored, am thirsty, my head still really hurts, im pathetic, the noise is irritating, i wish i could drive, am scared to drive, my ear hurts, am a ice-box in the heart department, my walls are strenuously plain, jen has my brushes at her house, jill seems to be mad at me, and hasnt said otherwise so i still think she is, my dad is aggravating, my surrealism sucks, am worried about jen, this is so unlike me in my opinion, my shoulder is hurting worse sitting like this ::moves::, my rooms a mess, this is getting long, im failing gym, i have mertz, i didnt get to finish the crucible, it isnt at blockbuster, blockbuster is closed, library is closed, my head is breaking, i want another jthm book, i dont have money, i need to babysit, i miss my girls, this is too long for complaints, i wanna go for a walk, its cold and not snowing, my head is murdering me, am still relaly thirsty, my dad is slamming cabinets and it hurts worse, gerbils wheel is squeaking, gerbil is still alive, i want orange juice, i have no license, am scared to drive, dad is confusing, my throat has now begun to itch, im still bored, i want to draw a tiger with a wine glass in its mouth for surrealism, i dont hve a picture to draw from, i really fucking hate my dad, i hate deals, i hate money, i hate tears, the tears are making my head throb, the washer is making it worse, my nose is running, my back now hurts cuz am hunched over so much, i cant think of any more good things, i am going to fail in school, my throat now hurts more, ive just yelled, my dad has come back three times, i dont have a lock on my door, i am not going to get into college, am not getting a job, am going to be Hester-ish wihtout the baby, ive changed too much, i hurt people very badly iwht no remorse, i dont help people i just pretend, i dont believe am strong like people say, and my head still hurts like fuck!

now heres good stuff...my gerbils alive, im not hungry, i have an 84 in lit, im doing homework, my room smells good and isnt cold. i actualy miss neil ::sigh::, music is on, i painted spongebob with jen, sort of watched nemo and had fun with a little girl by chasing her around, we came up with a plan to get mum out of the house, but ^(i forgot to call kate)^, i have pajamas, my hair looked good today, no ones here, i dont have to pee anymore, im getting my art project done, cerstan just came on, we finsihed spongebob, mr. carl sam plant is still alive, mia's really cute, i laughed at nemo, hul won best eyes, i got another idea for surrealism, i dont have bauer, dads gone to bed (hopefully for good-nevermind), its cold, i want to think of more good things but ^(i cant)^, i know how to do html, ive changed a load, i dont relaly regret things, i listen ^(but dont help)^, ive been told twice in the last two days that am strong, ^(too bad i didnt believe them)^, i just burped.

yup...if you care to ask about anything, then say so, otherwise gnight to all am going to sleep~its nine fifty three pm

am hungry...
you know, loads more people know about squee and such than we all think...its like the crazy underground comic... yup

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