Nekro
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Yo sugar: I'd go hipster blonde.
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Hit up the post-christmas sales, copped some new clothes. I'm psyched.
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Sugar: yeah, those are links to pr0n sites with usernames and passwords.
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Holy lord god jesus, if I was straight I'd be psyched!
That movie the Phantom of the Opera (moms wanted to see it) was pretty good. The cinematography was excellent, the costumes and sets ruled, the singing was well done, the acting was good, and the music was pretty good (could have used more bass. it's a big broadway show, make it a little more exciting!). I'd say it was as good as or better than the stage version.
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A happy Chrismahanquanzaka indeed!
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Christmas day, and I'm the first one up.
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Goocher my nilla, shave off that beard.
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Holy shit, I went to sleep at nine o'clock last night. I'm ususally up until at least 11 or 12. I am now insanely rested.
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Listening to the Beatles, Revolver.
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Holy shit, notable school story today.
You know how you have firedrills and everyone stands around for a while and then goes back in? Today the fire alarm went off and everyone did their thing, going outside and waiting to go back in, except we didn't end up going back in. One of the closets off the gymnasium lit on fire and the smoke was all over the place. We ended up standing around for an hour, then going home an hour early.
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Damn deto, that shit actually made sense.
I was witness to the most insane amount of cheating the world has ever seen a few years ago. I had a spanish class with a bunch of stoner ass sophomores in high school and a disgruntled, 5'5" teacher who didn't give a fuck (By the end of the year he would just sit at his desk and mutter to himself. I had him 2 years later and all we did for the last 1/4 of the year was listen to santana albums and watch movies). So anyway, back to the cheating. During the tests the kid that sat next to me would whip out the workbook and vocabulary dittos and literally copy all the answers onto the test, then put them back under his desk and hand the test in. The kid that slept through class got an A- in there, it was ridiculous.
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Happy 1000 cracksmoka!
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Ha, my mom has a masters in theology. Christmas is about chinese food and going to the movies.
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Before it closed, I remember driving down to Skater Island in Middletown RI and passing a church with a light up sign that sometimes displayed uplifting messages about god and Jesus along the lines of "God answers all his knee-mails." Apparently these are fairly widespread. Earlier this month someone passed along the message displayed on one. The sign read "Christmas isn't about the children, it's about a child."
That's horse shit. Christmas never has been about Jesus.
It's no accident that December 25th falls a few days after the winter Solstice, the biggest holiday in the Pagan calendar. Christmas is held in December because the christians wanted to convert pagan Europeans to Christianity. Christmas lights? Those are simply imitations of the ancient Solstice bonfires. Christmas dinner? What the fuck do you think pagans did on their holidays, fast? Fuck no, those Viking motherfuckers knew how to throw a party (why the fuck do you think they didn't get credit for discovering America?). They sacrificed some animals and ate some other ones. Bang, instant funk. Would you like to go to a Viking party? I know I would, if just to observe their fierce moustaches. Of course the christians had to come out with some vanilla ice ass version to convert those badass vikings. This explains Christmas dinner.
The gift giving thing is 2 fold. First, people in Britain started giving each other gifts for the new year a few hundred years ago. The church flipped out and decided that those crackers would have to give gifts on christmas, 'cause everything has to be about Jesus. Then a few hundred years later American industry got in on it and Coca Cola defined Santa as we know him (shit, that sounds like I'm talking about god or that mediocre swedish goth band. I'm not.) Eventually Christmas gifts became an expected part of a child's life, not to mention a major boost for our retail economy (providing sullen teenagers with shitty minimum wage jobs since 1972!).
Moreover, do you even think Jesus would be down with us celebrating his motherfucking birthday? That jew didn't have a party until he knew he was going to die, and even then it was all washing feet and wierd speeches about bread and wine. I've looked, and I can't find anything about 50% off at Filenes in the bible, just shit about how we should give to charity and help our fellow man.
Fuck that, all I want is some Burberry Brit and my bitch stepmom won't let me have it. (stupid spoiled girl who lives in my town, check her LiveTeenAngstJournal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/reesie58/47608.html).
Nekro//whatchoo know about some Xmas?
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Loving the site design, can we get a KB discount?
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Happy 200!
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I totally can't take anything GnomeToys says seriously anymore after he posted his Napoleon Dynamite ass picture in I wanna see you.
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Let it loose, let it all come down the line.
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Sugar: Get a jumbo zip-tie and secure the rest of 'em on there.
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Holy shit, high school sucks. My day is a series of heinous buzzkills.
Precalculus is precalculus. It's also first period. I just sort of sit there and get 79s on tests. The teacher is nice though, she's 23 and lives with her parents and dates my old American Government teacher (who has the best ass on the planet. lyk.omgz). Nothing to really complain about here.
My computer applications teacher is probably the most useless teacher I've ever had. I've had classes in the past where I only really needed to talk to the teacher for 5 minutes a day. This is not one of those classes. Literally all we do in that class is go through the textbooks (yes, there are 2 of them. we do everything twice) and do the projects and excercises in the textbooks. I sometimes wear my headphones all class and see if she notices. Mild to severe buzzkill. Some days I can read blogs and 12oz in this class and she doesn't notice or care.
If I didn't thouroughly enjoy the subject matter of my Foriegn Policy/History class, I would probably hate the teacher. As it stands, I am occasionally annoyed by her. Either way, the curriculum kicks ass, so this class is good.
My current english teacher is like my sophomore english teacher, except she's younger, stupider, has bigger tits, and lacks his notable writing skill. Which is to say she's a complete moron who can't teach, doesn't know where to draw the line with her students, and can get away with it because she's young and pretty. The worst buzzkill of the day.
My physics teacher rarely fails to ruin my afternoon. I don't know if it's the monotonous droll of his voice, the nervous laughter, keeping us after class, or the incredibly awful clothing (homeslizza, if you're reading this I've got a message for you: you do not have a size 28 waist. Buy some flat front pants that fit around your goddamned waist, because the ones you have right now are probably cutting off your digestion for real), but this guy makes me want to stab myself in the forehead with a pair of safety scissors.
Teen angst. Everything sucks. I'm lame. Kill me. < /rant?>
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Body kit time for your VW?
This guitar is bad ass.
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This is lame, but somebody do me.
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Mifoy Juife?
Knitbats: Tease your hair, volume and shit...
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Itunes is pretty easy, just put the CD in and hit the "import" button at the top right. Don't forget to go into the preferences and select mp3 as your file type.