I Have troubles sometimes understanding certain aspects of the human soul. The thoughts, the lack thereof, the actions, once again.... the lack there of. What am i supposed to do, life is a b....

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Given the option, i find myself questioning certain unalterable truths. Like ...... Snowdays. They will never really happen. It is a horrible, terrible tradgety that noe of us can do anything at all about. Damn the super. if he wasn't such a little twit and so afraid of the friggin peer pressure..... then we could get one. a day off. one free of ( Read more... )

The Champ Meets the Chump ( Read more... )

The topic of my Lit project yields some interesting and creepy things. o.O ( Read more... )

i am seriously contemplating something. ... o.o ... i might create someone. A person that has no relivence to anything at all. ... and build them in my twisted little mind. Then when i have nothing to say. .... like ...... .... ..... oh, look, now, for instance, yet i still want to write. ... i have something to B.S about. *nods* i'm thinking it ( Read more... )

I don't really have too much to say. Yesterday was thanksgiving, and the only people who were home were, the 'rents, Todd, and myself. We didn't have to put the leaf in the table. ..... hell, we didn't even have to pull it out from the wall... it was strange. oh, and dad decided to turn all of the lights off for dinner. that was interesting. o.O ( Read more... )

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