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Supposively I\'m need to disconnect myself - Subscribe
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Ever notice how everyone is plugged in now-a-days? I'm convinced my friend had an ipod surgically implanted in his brain --there's also a betting pool on when his hearing is going to go out, I'm betting for 28--. Then there's people just driving out of the school parking lot and they're already on their cellphone. Whatever happened to alone time? Is it lost forever? The thing that gets me the most is that kids have walkmans. I had a walkman, don't know where it is now, but I'm not crying over it (although for some reason my friends think I've been crippled by this fact). Stop and look for a sec, you'll see what I'm talking about. It's like I'm living in an episode of Chobits except I don't want to date the computers. You do know gamers have died in front of their computers because they just stop living in the real world. So yeah, hopefully I'll save my hearing and not have cp cancer when I go back to my reunion (in a helicopter of course) and laugh at all the silly people who can't hear me, have bad skin from their early years of tanning, and need several treatments each month because of the drugs they did and the cancer they've developed. SCREW YOU SUCKERS!!! Well this has been a quaint and delightful little blog, and I hope you've enjoyed it. |
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TWIRP Feb 5th, 2005 10:05:32 pm - Subscribe
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You know, the dance where the girls ask the guys out. Yeah, not going. It's not just because I'm anti-social, I mean making fun of the frosh girls go all crazy about it is fun, there's just no way it beats Homecoming. So I'm not going to pay for something that Homecoming beats by two thousand miles an hour. Hey Ladies, you know what I'm talking about. Getting all dressed up, not dishing out as much for prom, looking your absolute best. Waiting for that guy to pick you up, or if your like me, getting ready with friends and look sexy for all the guys there. I like to follow the look but can't touch the hot stuff rule. The excitement in your body, the rush flowing through your head. And best of all, nothing can be preplanned for some reason. Time won't allow it, NO PLANNING FOR YOU!!. All I heard this week from the preps at my school was "So we're all going to dress the same?" "Yup! We found the cutest pink and black dresses! And the guys are wearing black tuxes with pink shirts and ties!" "OMG!! You guys are wearing pink and black too?" *insert girlish squeal clip* I was about ready to hang myself by the end of the week. Lastly, your dearest friend Naomi, finds no guy worth asking to this dance. "You don't need too though!" yeah, kinda do. This dance is so boring I need someone to pick me up from my slumber and drive me home. Twirp beat Homecoming.. HA!! *p.s. the theme is Hollywood nights, as if it's any different from New York for Homecoming or Las Vegas for last year's twirp. We're short on imagination out here. |
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Half Time Show Feb 6th, 2005 8:44:32 pm - Subscribe
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My family is stupid. They just don't understand what I'm saying so they think I'm stupid. Take the half time show for example Me: Paul Mcartney doesn't seem too in to this. Mom: Well duh stupid, he's an older man now! He doesn't have that much vitality anymore! Me: I didn't mean it like that! I mean it doesn't seem like he's too enthusiastic about this! Mom: And that's what I mean stupid! he's an older man now! He can't move around like he used too! Geez, he'll probably be out for the rest of the week. Point trying to be thrown across --> He doesn't seem too happy to be doing the half time show. Point being ignored --> I know he's not young These poeple... I don't know why I'm still here with them (other than I need some place to stay and food) Siiiiiiiigh, wishing for better days -Naomi |
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The answer to all your problems... Feb 9th, 2005 4:08:50 pm - Subscribe
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Lies at the bottom of a pink bottle. Some crazy guy told me that on the street. I thanked him for his prophecy, paid him $5 and went on with my teenage frockling. I wish I could find that bottle. My Parents are forcing me to go to this stupid church thing, giving up my whole weekend. That's right, friday at 7 pm to Sun at 2 pm. I'm screwed. Why? Because I'm an athiest, and my class greatly annoys me. They all know I'm athiest, and they give me evil looks, very uncatholic-like. That, and I know that all the girls in my class save one, have done drugs and held sex parties. They also hide behind their faith too. Regular nice catholics, like the youth minister dude we have, they're ok in my book. The bastards and hoes, I want to sacrifice them to a valconoe. Since there's no way I'll be able to last that long, I'm having a friend bust me out on Sunday. Our original plan is somewhere along the line of... 1: NOMI!! GRANDMA DIED!! 2: OH MY SATAN!! and we both dash out of there before anyone asks questions. I could also die my hair black before I go too, that way my mom can't ground me until I get back, or whatever midieval punishment she can think of (which will eventually fall apart and not work.) They won't let us bring homework either! Let's see, that only leave's me.... 'fun time with myself' 0_o so blasphemus |
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Post V-Day Feb 21st, 2005 6:52:40 pm - Subscribe
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Alas, the most hated of my days is Valentines day. Call me a cold-heated bitch, because that's what I am, 'cause I hate that pointless day. My best friend on the other hand, does not. This entry is dedicated to her. On this fine day She came in more exuberant than usual, smiling that dumb smile that everyone loves. You gotta ask, what happened to you over the weekend? She got a valentines gift from some guy in Michigan. To make this even more special, this is her first real V-gift. She kept going on and on about it and wouldn't shut up. It was so annoying. I just hope she doesn't start really liking this guy. I'll let you in on a secret. All her boyfriends, have all been long distance, and all her boyfriends, save 1, have been real jackasses to her. They all gave her that bullshit line that they love her then they try to get close to her most of the time just to fuck her. Like an idiot she takes the bait. I can't believe she hasn't been fucked yet. Yeah, if anyone knows me, you probably shouldn't talk to me now, had a bad day. I hope she doesn't fall in love... |