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Thursday, September 27, 2007

No Real Blog Today (∑A∑);;
Because I've been waiting for the filler episodes on Bleach to pass, I've been reading the manga. I can't really say which one I like more yet, but in the comic they make it a little too obvious that Orihime wants inside Ichigo's (too-tight) pants and that's just not right. xD (Orihime belongs with Tatsuki!)

Anyway, -______-"
Just wanted to rant about nothing and to share my favorite picture of Tatsuki (Because I can -- Haha).

(õwč);; ~~♥

I drool over it every time I see it. It's pretty sad.

And while I'm still going on about randomness, I should whore out Andrew a bit. If you have time, go welcome him to MyO. [EchoShiratori]

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Tuesday, September 25, 2007

I haven't been this active online in ages.

I'm spending an awfully lot of time at Andrew's house this week. Tonight I'm actually sleeping over. :o

Andandand he finally made an account on here. I'm surprised he didn't choose a name having anything to do with "Rock Lee" in it, but I'm sure it's just as nerdy.

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Sunday, September 23, 2007

My parents suggested I be more feminine.


In an act of rebellion, I sagged my size zero jeans for a day. That was pretty tough and frickin hilarious. Boxers feel weird all squished up inside tight jeans.

***Also, I'm having trouble leaving comments. This computer doesn't feel like cooperating with MyO. :(

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Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Lately every time that I've glanced at a clock, cellphone, or watch the times have read stuff like 11:11, 2:22, or 4:44. And once it was 12:34--which isn't all that odd but I've decided that 12:34 is now my favorite time of day. (Because I'm lame)

Ahem, anyway. I've been gone for a pretty long while. I assume an update on my unorthodox life would be a decent thing to do.

I actually "hung out" with the girl I mentioned before, Addyson. I've just realized we have nothing to talk about anymore. For the most part it was pretty boring and the only conversations that were enjoyable were the ones about old times. So I guess that's all we've got. <.< Old times.

But I was thinking, "alright, this shouldn't be too bad." trying to be friends again (Because we did have a pretty big falling out) then she randomly threw it out there that she wanted to go on a date.

She said: I know this may be crossing a line, but do you think you'd maybe want to go on a date with me?

...Maybe it's just me, but if you sleep with someone's sister, you don't ask them if they want to go on a date. The answer should already be obvious. ._."

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Wednesday, August 22, 2007

My computer asploded
No joke.
It smelt like something was burning. D:!

Anyway, won't be on for a while.
You all take it easy. :)

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Tuesday, August 14, 2007


My mom asked if I wanted the family to throw a small party for my birthday but I said no. Reason A) because I don't like parties, B) a birthday party requires all attention being on me at some point and I don't like that, and C) throwing a party for someone's 18th birthday is celebrating their becoming of an adult. And I feel like I haven't completely grown up yet, ...meaning I have nothing to celebrate. :/

Also, I caved. I had a cigarette--About five of them actually. I'm pretty disappointed in myself.

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Monday, August 13, 2007

For The Win
I don't have much to talk about--which is pretty new I guess. Considering I've always got something to say...but I guess this weekend was pretty uneventful.

But here's something new.

Andrew told me yesterday, "I honestly think I should have been born a lesbian. And not a dyke either, a femme lesbian."


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Wednesday, August 8, 2007

"One Out of Four"
That's what my step dad kept saying to me. "Bony (An old nickname that I've yet to get rid of), you are one out of four."

Four kids, that is.

I think it was just the alcohol talking, but I think Rene's nearing a mid-life crisis. ĖI sípose I should make it a point that my stepfather is not an alcoholic, he and my mom went out to dinner with my aunt and he seemingly had one glass of wine too manyó Whatever it is that happened however, itís got him thinking a lot of things over. He was explaining that (Actually it was more of a long drawn out drunken rant), out of the children, my mother's and his own, I am the only one that actually feels like his child.

I assume it's because Iíve lived with them for so long and Iím the only one they truly raised, but I guess it has just hit him that he is more of a father to someone who is not biologically connected to him at all, than he is to his own spawns--I mean children. (Haha)

But he says it makes him a bit sad and Iím wondering if I should be sad about not really knowing my own real father.

Rene also said that he was talking to his sister Nancy and she had mentioned, out of all the nieces and nephews, the only ones she doesnít worry about are Joshua and Sarah. Theyíre smart kids, I donít spend too much time with them though. They live about an hour away from my city. Anyway, Iím getting off track, my step dad said he kind of worries about me, but in the back of his head he doesnít. Because he knows Iíll be fine. Says he worries about ďthe other threeĒ, though. Theyíre all strong kids and it seems they have the will to fight whateverís out there, Öbut he worries about them.

Someone actually thinks Iíll be able to take care of myself?
Iím completely shocked because I honestly donít know if I can or not.

I suppose thatís somethingósomewhatónice to hear though.
And in a way reassuring.

But now Iím thinking about my dad. He thinks Iím turning nineteen this year and he thinks I was born on the 12th. I didnít have it in me to correct him, and Rene says not to. Probably because we both know if he had gotten his childís birthday or age wrong and they corrected him, itíd break his heart. Youíd have to really fail as a parent not to remember your kidís birthday.

I think itís amazing, though. They (I say ďtheyĒ because Iím not exactly sure myself who said it) were right when they said family didnít necessarily mean being blood-related to one another. I take more after someone I didnít meet until I was eleven than I take after my own parents.

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Tuesday, August 7, 2007

. . .
My friends are all insane.

And I'm pretty creeped out.

I guess Josh is back in town.
He wasn't actually moving.
It was just a visit,
and he's got a really twisted
sense of humor.

I probably don't have the right
to be angry though; it's not like
I was too upset about his 'move'
to begin with. ...Right? :/

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Sunday, August 5, 2007

   I can't untangle
I have a feeling this year's birthday won't be too much different from the last. :/
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