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 Good evening childings.

I'm in one of those moods where you just kind of hate everyone.

Ever get that?

I do.

It's just a bit more severe today.

Jared would know what I'm taking about.

He hates people all the time.

Actually, it's more just sick of people.

Pete doesn't get it. He's like, what's wrong? and I'm like I'M SICK OF PEOPLE and he's like what? and I'm like yeah.

Are you sick of me?
No.... well, yes. Just kind of people in general.
oh....

That made a lot of sense.

LOLOLOLOLOL

Why is it I decide to post on LJ when I'm in a fould mood?
BECAUSE I LIKE RANTING.
...WHEN I'M RELATIVELY IRRITATED.

And no one reads this anyway.... well, maybe a few if they actually check lj. So no one will care that I'm being very irritating about my being irritated all day. Or I could be like LOCK THIS SHIT

....OMG


..........OMGWTFBBQ

THIS AND SHIT ARE SPELLED WITH THE SAME LETTERS.

YES, I DO SUFFER FROM MILD RETARDATION AT TIMES.

Ugh, I have to go to confirmation tonight and be personable.
... blaugh.

Soooo... facebook. LJ.... facebook.

Haven't been on LJ in FOREVERRRRR

But that's okay cos I'S'M HERE FOR YOU NOW, BROTHER.

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I just thought of the board game RISK.

OMGRISK

It's like crack.

......for a while. Then it gets boring.

India=the badlands of my heart
Ural=my homeland

Why? Delirium on Christmas eve. Sometimes I do love my sister.

lolol <3

Oh, have I been on since xmas? If not I might add that we did indeed fail Christmas again this year.

Oh well.

You know what would be EXTREMELY IRRITATING?
LIKE, SHOOT ME I'M SO IRRITATING, PLEASE MAKE MY EYES BLEED DRY?

If I talked about pete a lot in here.

I would curbstomp my own... young cousins.

I would say children, but that would require me to have babies.

LETTUCE TALK ABOUT RABIES INSTEAD.

Or Krystyna Bork.

lolololol

I luff her.

But sometimes she's a lil bit icky.

With dirty jokes.

OMGDIRT

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AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

I want to kick something in the gonads.

A SWIFT KICK.

LIKE A SONGBIRD IN MIDSTRIDE.

Yes, I do understand that did not make sense.

Get over it.

Or I will swiftly kick you in the gonads.

GONADS.

That is such a weird word.

I AM THE TABLE BENCH BRUSHER.
THANKS, MR. GUNDERSON.
NOW I CAN BE COOL.
I CAN BE CHILL.
....LIKE ICE.
BUT ICE CANNOT BRUSH TABLE BENCHES.
THEREFORE... THEREFORE.... THEODORE.

lololololololol

NO, I AM NOT REALLY LAUGHING.

FYI

PANTS OF SMART.

YOU SMARMY CHEAT!

So Wuthering Heights is actually not so bad.

I KNOW WHY I'M HERE.

IT'S ANTISOCIAL.

Lol, mafia wars. Kill me but I like it.

HOW THE HELL IS WALLIN ON LVL 27??

He's chill.
Like ice.

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I SEE FOE. AND GOD. AND ORE. AND OIL.

That's all. For words that are 3 letters long.

I was hoping for a 4-letter word.

:((((((((((((((((((((

.... ;_;


FLASHBACK! LAST SATURDAY NIIIGHT~

What the hell, Greenskeepers. lol

Eww.
It's 6:00.
HOUR UNTIL CONF.
BOOOOO

Wow, that was a waste of time.
But I think I'm in a bit of a better mood.

WHY THANKYOU, LJ.

AARGH.

I have to pisssssss

MY GOODNESS, SO VULGAR, YOUNG LADY.

Lol, apples to apples.

Blank card: AMANDA'S REPRODUCTIVE ORGANS.

TRUMP CARD.

ALWAYS.

ALWAYYYYSSSSSS.

... and forever.

EVERY. SINGLE. CARD.
WAS PUT INTO PLAY.
2.5 HOURS.
Not bad for speed, eh?
Four players. At times 5.

I should go.

TTYLMYBFFLJ

 Shit my life.

I typed a pretty long entry, and it just disappeared.

Unfortunately when I access LJ via proxy at school, it doesn't have that handy dandy autosave feature. (I wrote it during lunch study)

'Nuf said.

You know what tastes bad together?

Pink lemonade and dark chocolate.

*yuck

 I find it kind of funny how some people act around others that they are mildly afraid of, or something. At least not eager to maneuver around.

I unintentionally pressed two people to come to me while I sit by some druggies (and Jason) in study. First Castle, then Lyndsey. (Castle to hand off Reiss's scissors, and Lyndsey to hand me the notes she took for our history group project.

Both, as they walk towards me, looked extremely uncomfortable.

Neither act nearly that odd when they're just talking to me (not that I've talked to Castle much, but he was fine when we had to work together in Spanish, and Lyndsey is obviously in my group for history, and she's fine talking to me then).

Perhaps I should elaborate. I sit in the middle of Jason, Matt (some new kid...? hangs out with bo), Bo, Max, and sometimes Chanel?

The rest of the people in that study hall aren't very personable towards me (well, most of the time), so I just sit with the people I know best. Even if they do smell like drugs. I tell them I don't approve.


I wrote that a while ago. Matt doesn't even go to our school anymore.

Anyway, this is what I logged on to say:

I sneezed THREE times rapid fire this morning.

I don't think I've ever sneezed more than twice in a row.

That I remember.

MY LIFE IS SO EXCITING.

well, actually...


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<3
Ikindofhavesomethingtotellyouaimee.
*so long as you don't mock me for it

My innards are making funny noises. Either I'm hungry because I forgot to eat dinner, or I'm getting my period. Again.

Getting close, though. Seventeen days.

Not inches.

DAYS.

No, that wasn't it, silly. That was just something that popped into my head, so I thought I'd share with the class.

I should sleep, the plan test is tomorrow.

 I really wish I could headbang like Jesper Stromblad. Or Bjorn Gelotte.

I'll have to get James to teach me someday.


ANYWAY

I like my group in bio now. Not like I didn't like it before, it's just different. We actually, like, get things done. Instead of being with Aimee and Tao, where Aimee and I wouldn't be able to focus and we'd talk and stuff, and Tao would only be about half responsive. Yeah. But now my group's pretty focused, and we don't have anyone who just sits there.

SHE DON'T SCREW MY FRIENDS AND SHE CLEANS UP MY HOUSE
ALL OF THIS LOVE, GIRL, IT'S CREEPIN ME OUT

lolololololol <3 Ima Robot

Guess what.

I'm eating raisins.

I lurve raisins.

I needa work on my history. BRB M'ATE



.....That was a few days ago....

ANYWAY

God, The Bravery makes me laugh.

"You put the 'art' in 'retarded!'"

lololololololol

I went for a chillfreezalicious run yesterday. :D
I really should have put on another layer or two. It was really cold. I thought I would warm up while I was running, but really it just made my ears and fingers super cold and Geof died halfway through. Not that that's connected, I just forgot to charge him.
It was like, 20-some degrees, and it snowed a few flakes.

X-C skiing starts monday.

Not sure how I feel about that.

I should be doing my math.

Or history. Or whatever else I have as homework.

Jordan tried to kill me like, twice today. He tripped me up on my way from math to my locker, then told August that he should make his water bottle cap thing explode at me. What a goon.

I need to learn how to focus.

I'm better at focusing when I have to crunch it into a time limit, like in X-C, I think. So maybe skiing will help me out there.

I dunno. Whatever. I don't feel like thinking at the moment.

FUCK THE RULES YEAH

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I should go.

Really I should.

But... but...

I just can't stop typing this nonsense.

omg, by the way, LittleBigPlanet is the shit.

Yum.

Delicieshious.

:DDDDD

It's grand.

MORE LINES!!!!!

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What the hell is wrong with me.

That needed a question mark.

Too bad.

I am SO ANNOYING.

To MYSELF.

SHUT UP, JESSICA. JUST SHUT UP.

PREASE.

 Hey hey, guess who just got unlimited texting!

ME

Now guess who needs to get a phone!!!!

That would be Aimee. And Morgan. And Alina.

But now, Aimee, you can text Justin with my phone all you want when we hang out. Tell him he's awesome a gazillion times and such. Unless I want it back for my own purposes. Like, you know, texting other people while you're with me. Until you get a phone of your own.

LET'S TALK ABOUT MY MOM.

As I said in my last post, she confuses me. She's awesome, and then she's not.

She does a lot of things that I wouldn't expect her to.

Like, the other day, there was that thing that tells you what speed you're going on the side of the road, and she was going the speed limit. Then she was like, hey, it blinks if you're speeding. So then she smashes the gas as we pass it. I laughed.

Sometimes she turns up the music really loud in the jeep. I remember her not really liking loud music before, but maybe that's because she didn't want to harm her children's ears. She... yeah. Overprotective all the time.

She doesn't really care if I swear. We swear together, as a family. But not like, retarded redneck swearing. The lolable kind.

There's so many WTF? moments with my mum.

If she was ever to do hard drugs, she would go completely nuts and snap or something. Good thing she's so against them, then.

LET'S STOP TALKING ABOUT MY MOM.

Sooooo, I should be writing my essay...........

but I don't wanna.

I got a couple paragraphs in, but then I got stuck trying to find good enough quotes.

So knowledge bowl. That was fun. We went to Grandma's and I shared a lovely dish with Morgan. The pasta and sauce was delish, but the chicken not so much. Well, actually, I think the sauce made the whole dish. The noodles weren't all that fantastic. Just mediocre, you know?

The we went to Target. I got a knit hat and some sweat pants. I'm wearing the pants right now. They're SO COZY.

MMM.

COZYNESS.

So we're trying out Papa Murphy's pizza tonight.

Guess I should go have a piece.

Then write my paper.

So bye.

Nobody's posted in a while

Except me! Woohoo!

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School.

Stupid Adv Bio. I hate it. A lot. I got a C on the final. A C. That's pretty much terrible. Awfulicious. 65/85. TWENTY wrong. That's a lot. I hate my liiiife. Or, at least the sector of my life that involves my bio grade counting towards whatever because that test brought my quarter grade down to a B. I don't get B's. I think I'm getting retarded or something. Goodbye, 4.0. They should weight some more of the advanced class grades to I can compensate for that span of my brain apparently shutting off for the subject of sciences.

Maybe I'm gay.

No, that's impossible...

Alex is gay, and he's smart.

Or so I hear he's gay...

Not that gayness and smartness have effects on each other. Maybe it correlates! It is not causation!

My mom confuses me so much..... liek whoa.

WHOA.

A lot.

I should be doing my homework.

Well, I kind of am. Sorta.

Except not really.

Mum just said "Maybe Obama is the antichrist!"

Lolololololololololololol

...well, she does have a point as she's elaborating... socialism, draining 401(k)s, etc. etc.

glalalalalalalapoliticks

"I won't be able to shit, there won't be food in my belly!'

...what? Oh, you're a funny one.

She always over-elaborates her points. Btw. idk my bff jill.

g'iggleiggleiggle

I don't feel like concentrating on anything right now. I kinda wanna take a nap.

I might do that while attempting to do homework.

I need to pull an english essay out of my ass now.

 H-h-haaaay.

So Halloween was pretty fun. Morgan, Aimee, and I hung out. Or hanged, if you prefer.

We watched a chick flick. On halloween. While evading the hundreds of trick-or-treaters that lurked on the streets outside my house. *coughmostlynativescoughcough* Not that that's such a bad thing, since we live so close to the reservation.

So we quit halloween this year. Thank goodness. I hate handing out candy.

It was fun, though. lolololololololol

And we ate grapes.

Green ones.

*tasty

Wheeeeeeeeee I'm rewriting my Sonny's Blues essay. Apparently my quotes weren't extensive enough.

Pretty sure I really like that one Timmy guy. Or is it Tymmy? I dunno. He's a junior, I think. But anyway he's really nice/outgoing. On pirate day, when I was all garb'd up, he was like, "you look absolutely adorable!" 'n I was liek thank you!

It made my day. Y'know, just so y'know. Compliments from random people make me happy. Or getting random peoples' numbers.

I have to babysit tonight. D:

At five. Oh well, I like money.

I really need to get to at&t. Like now. I've been texting way too much, and it's way over my limit. That'll be a fun bill. I neeeeed to get a bigger plan........

And now I'm considering getting unlimited, which is $5/mo more than what I was planning on getting. Which is what, $60 more a year? My parents are already like UGH about me upping my plan (don't know why, since I'm the one paying...), but if Aimee and Morgan get phones, I might need more than 1500 a month. Which is like, 50 a day.

But I really don't want to feel restricted, I just want to be able to text freely and not care how many messages I send/receive.

Blah. Blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah. Blah blah.

BABYSHITTTT

I'm gonna go. I cant really think of anything else i wanna say right now.

Wow, I'm really boring. I should think about that before I post next time. Jessica, you're boring. Think of something exciting to say before you waste your time posting. Please.

 I actually find that kind of funny. Undead Journal. Hey guys, gotta check my UJ. Y'know, so I'm not missin' the beats.

Cor blimey!

....c-c-cor blimey! 

Holy expletive, it's already almost November. NOVEMBER.

Hey guess what. Five months. FIVE. COUNT 'EM. Yes, you can use your fingers. And my pearly whites will no longer be marred by metal.

...well, you know what I mean. That means I get my braces off for those of you who suffer of mild retardation.

I'm kinda in a good mood. Tomorrow Alina & I are dressing up for Fanny Pack Day as a part of "School Spirit Week." School spirit = let's have a day in remembrance of the item dubbed the Fanny Pack. Makes lots of sense.

We're wearing obnoxious red shorts w/black tights, wool socks, a fanny pack, and band t-shirts. Also, wearing our hair in pixie bun style. Alina's calling at like nine so we can talk about it again. We need to discuss shoes. Converse? Or what size is her foot, maybe I have doubles of this one shoe that might fit her... We'll see. And makeup. Not sure what we're doing there.

Urgh I have to take my spanish quiz tomorrow morning too. I'm just wearing sweats to school, and changing there, cos it's a bit chilly, that's why we call it global warming, my sons.

I'm kind of crossout happy today, if you haven't noticed. I'm pretty sure you did.

No really.

EXPLODING π!!!!!!

Mmm Jared Leto...

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ooo text message....

salkfjslkfj stupid. I really wanted to play DDR tonight, but my parents went to sleep ALREADY. SNORING. Well, that'd be dad.

Whatevs, I'm playing anyway. They can come yell at me to stop if they really want to. But I need to play. I didn't run today and I feel icky.

LEAVING YOU L-I MEAN- UJ~

 Wow guys. Pretty sure that was the most fun I've had in a while.

I like foosball. Alina, KT, and I got pretty good at it after a while. It was great.

Jeez, we all talked about tampons for like an hour and a half ('cept I think Alina was asleep already). Or more. And it wasn't even awkward.

AND NO SLEEP.

Well, almost. Unless you count my dozing off at like eightish in the morning for a few hours opposite reading my book.

......rocket tamponnnnn!

fsssshhhhiwww

Oh, poor Morgan. Pretty sure my/all our menstrual horror stories have scarred her...

Why am I posting? I have way too much to do. Like, I got home from Aimee's, and mum was like, mow the lawn. So I mowed like half of it and the electric mower died, so I plugged it--SHIT. I forgot to go plug it back in... one moment...

Ohkay. All pluggied up an' a chargin'.

Yeah. As I was saying. I mowed half the lawn, then went back inside, and was liek, WHOA. I really wanna go run. So I call up LB, but she's in Duluth shoppin' and going to her brother's football game, so I end up going myself. Which was fine, because I needed to spend a little quality time with Geof.

But there was some guy fishing at the dock by the block, so I had to find another place to put my feet in the water. I moseyed on over to the bank by the voyageur man and put my left foot in the water. My butt got wet, so I didn't feel like putting my other foot in there too. I only stayed there for like two or three minutes anyway.

I found out Dance Gavin Dance is a LOT easier to run to than Cobra Starship. Cobra Starship is just a bit too slow for runnin'.

I felt kind of awkward doing my stretches and core strengthening in my backyard, though, 'cos there were people outside. It felt really nice though, it was cool out and the grass was too. But I got grass all over me because I'd mowed the lawn...

And now I'm home and I downed a pink lemonade. I need some more to drink.

Thirrrrrsty. And I kinda have shin splints again.

....so I really like Applebee's now that we went there for lunch. The Fiesta Lime Chicken was SO GOOD. OH MY GOODNESS. KT and I shared it. And Aimee's steak was pretty good, but a titch overdone for med rare, I think.

Alina is missing out on so much of life by not eating meat, I'm not gonna lie.

Meat=goodness

Kinda like shoes.

Of all of the four dining chairs, why does the creaky one have to be the one in front of the place the laptop usually sits? It's kinda annoying, but I'm too tired to switch around the chairs.

I need to think of a name for the new macbook pro. It's quite pretty, so it needs a really good name. Why did we get a new one? Mum's old one is gay, and Christine's laptop isn't always around because she's in college now. I think the keyboard for the ps3 comes out in like, november or something, so that'd be useful when everybody want to be on the internet. (Mum's computer is too gay for the internets). I don't mean to use gay in the derogatory fashion, but I don't really feel like searching my half-working brain for another adjective to use at the moment. I mean, I could use something like, "fucked up," but that might be just as offensive. I'm just an offensive person.

You know what, I'm too exhausted to be philosophizing to my LJ right now. I might not make any sense.

I really need to get going on my illustrated notes. Like, really bad. So bai.