Whoa..heh heh.
Everyone go to this website. No Celia, it is not one of those scary things you hate. It's really cool though. Promise.

Aha.
Are you alive?
Are you blinking, breathing, consuming?
Are you contributing to society?
Are you finishing high school?
Completing college?
Are you eating,
buying,
fitting in?
Come now,
buy these clothes.
Eat this Big Mac.
Don't you like these Nikes?
This shade of red
would look much better on you.
(that ugly brown)
Buy these pants!
They'll hug your ass and you'll be
so bootylicious!
Old Navy Old Navy
Abercrombie and Fitch!
Put down that mix-tape,
those are so 90's!
Buy this CD! Shiny and new.
Spin it a few
times in that gleaming little Discman!
Watch em-tee-vee, it's good for your soul.
You are cool and stylish.
Inhale this, sniff that, roll around in
everything you (I) want.
Shake your ass like you own the place,
they'll pay no attention to your face!
(buried in concealer and lined with mascara)
Come and buy from us, us, us!
We'll sell you your clothes, your food,
your dreams, your thoughts.
We'll sell you your soul
for a discount price!

Things that make me mad:

- When people don't return my calls.
- When people interrupt me, or anyone else.
- When people cry for no apparent reason.
- When people talk crap behind my back..just say it to my face.
- When my parents yell at me for something I didn't do.
- When people can't keep their mouths shut about things I trusted them with.
- When people let the music they listen to define who they are.
- When people discriminate others because of the music they listen to or the clothes they wear.

Eh..there's probably more..but whatever, man.

We'll wire you up and take your pulse,
Far away from any of the pain this dulls.
I press my cheek against the glass,
It's cool but it won't last..

I want everyone to leave me alone, but I hate being lonely. Curses.

Arrrrr.
"Don't call me stupid."

"Oh, right. To call you stupid would be an insult to stupid people. I've known sheep that could outwit you! I've worn dresses with higher IQs!"

*maniacal pirate laugh*

Yes, children.

Hoo-ray for updates.
Well. Today was the last soccer game of this season, and we beat Valencia 2-0. And since it has rained incessantly for the past two days, the field was quite soggy and muddy and wet. So naturally, there was some mud fighting going on. I would have taken pictures of everyone..but I neglected to bring my camera to school today.

Speaking of school..to get into the "spirit" of things, I wore a hot pink jacket to school. It was quite interesting. I would walk up to people and tap them on the shoulder and wave, and they would wave back, turn around, and then spin back around to look at me with a shocked look on their face. It was grand. Everyone was all, "YOU'RE WEARING PINK!!!!!" No..you don't say.

But yeah, tomorrow is me and my sister's Anti-everything except Jennifer's birthday get together wannabe party thing. Too bad neither of us knows how to throw good parties..ah well.

I am out of significant things to say. I think that's my cue to shut up.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is Paige Taylor.
Auto response from idontknow5432 (10:52:37 PM): Okay well I am in the shower.
Yeah..
I'm supposed to make this cool.
Uhh......yeah........
Hooray for showers!......-_-

BUT NANCEH MYAZ IS REALLY COOL AND SHE RUNS FUNNY! SHE WANTS TO GO OUT WITH MY COUSIN KATIE AND KATIE WANTS TO GO OUT WITH HER TOO! (they're both so shy)

This isn't cool :-(




Nancy is a lesbian! Don't hate....



(and if you ask her about it she'll deny it, so don't believe her!!)

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Paige is quite the funny person. I am so amused by this away message. Okay. Yes.

See what happens when you're bored?
I just ate a dog biscuit.

I really don't understand why dogs go crazy for these things. They aren't that great. Nothing to write home about. If I was a dog, I'm sure I'd like them. Then again..I'm not a dog.

I also made cookies, brownies, picked up the house a bit, unloaded the dishwasher, made my bed, and washed some clothes. This is what I do when I'm bored and no one else is home. Housework and baking nice things. If someone else was home..I'd find something else to do. Promise. Ooooh, this is the *secret* Nancy, the one no one ever sees. Bah. Right.

My dog is barking at me. I think he's mad because I ate the biscuit I was going to give him. Dang.

Wash your hands, chilluns.
Hooray for me, I'm sick yet again. My mommy tells me it's because I don't wash my hands enough..yeah, so what. Out of all 4857382 times I've been sick in the last three months though, this is definitely the worst. I have this cough that starts way deep in my chest, and it feels like it's ripping up my throat. Kind of sick, yes. But hey..I AM sick! Wow what an excellent pun. Right on. And then there's this whole head congestion thing going on..I can't taste anything. So you could feed me..er, anything, and I probably wouldn't taste it. Whoopee for that. Oh yes. Sore throat. I got that going on for me as well. Ohhhhh yeah this is a party.

Anyways, enough about me.

Randall has been in the shower for..a very long time now. I think it's been an hour since his away message went up. However, he could have just forgotten about it..but that's not Randall's style. Har har.

Yes, good news. My mother's daughter and also her husband are GONE this weekend. And that's excellent news. Wait, I mean..no, that's what I mean. THEY'RE GONE AND I'M HAPPY. Yes. Indeeeeeeeeeed. Okay that was dumb.

I realized that my journal is getting updated just about as much as James Simian's is. That guy is hilarious..read all of his entries. Every single one. Unless you're one of those easily offended people..and if you are, then don't read them.

This is turning into a meaningless post about absolutely nothing! Good for it.

I spilled random crap on my rug today. Oops. I sprayed it with Febreeze or whatever though, so it doesn't smell..I don't think. Because remember children, Nancy can't smell anything! So uh..yeah. You didn't really need to know that. Maybe I should erase it. Nah. Suffer.


Love fantasies from a secretary in front of her type-machine: The punctuation signs are the source of her inspiration.

Die. All of you.
It's kind of depressing how no one can really trust me anymore. And that's all I have to say.