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Bedtime.

But plenty has happened in my life. But, I feel not like typing about it now. You'll have to call and ask. So there.

In other news, there is a man living in our attic at home. Apparently, his name is Mitch and he is from southern Georgia. Apparently, he has an accent, and my mother doesn't have to cook for him. Apparently, he will be moving out in two weeks, whenever they find him a furnished apartment.

That's the story from this side of the world.

right after i just posted, but i can't sleep. that's not even true. i could sleep, if i tried. it's late and i must sleep, but i can't decide if i want to take drugs or if i want to turn on the humidifier, and i'm getting all anxious, and it's weird to be able to have fast internet in my room, because i usually can't get ANY internet, and i want to ( Read more... )

Does anyone have any ideas on the following? It's for an assignment about Dostoyevsky's Crime and Punishment, and I can't figure out what it is I want to write for this answer. Any ideas? I'll take anything from those who have read it and those who have not. Really ( Read more... )

why do they have to
put swiss cheese on each sandwich
though I don't want it?

http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR/RelayForLife/RelayForLifeMidwestDivision?px=4887681&pg=personal&fr_id=6975

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I only cheated a little. :D

Your Soul-Mate's Name will Start with the Letter...

J

'What Letter Will Your SoulMates Name Start With?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Her litter box sits there, empty, in its rightful place. Her food and water dishes, empty, sit stacked on her Pringles placemat. The floor creaks, but not because she's walking by. She's not climbing the Christmas tree, she's not batting at anything that moves, she's not hiding out under the table. She's not curled up on anyone's lap ( Read more... )

and three finals away from the first semester of college being done.

I also keep accidentally making this massager thing massage both my arm and my desk, as it is resting on the desk, and my arm is resting on it. It startles me every single time.

Facebook is death, and I'm dying pointlessly.