A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...
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Oh, has it been awhile. This feels weird now, almost like I'm talking to myself but when it really comes down to it isn't this for me? Nobody really cares, or even knows about this online blog journal thing so it doesn't really matter.

I'm taking a creative writing class now. Love it. My journal has robots on it, and feels so right in my hand. I'm still getting used to writing in it. My teacher is inspiring. She's so brilliant, strong and independent. She observes so much and cares about people while still being a bitch.

So I'm in marching band. Its tedious, time consuming, and fun as hell(at times). Today was one of those days, just in general. Very good. I had lots of energy and the drumline cats make me laugh so much.  I fell on the ground because my muscles couldn't hold me up anymore they were so busy producing laughter. Its frustrating and sometimes downright depressing, because our captain is a dick sometimes and my best friend quit this year because she doesn't like people and people don't like her and really just didn't have the time for the lengthy hours it requires. I don't get to see her a lot now but its okay because I've made some new freshman friends that are interesting people.

I'm a band geek, a nerd, a jock, a musician, an honors student, a stoner, an intellectual, a bully, a hipster. Just try understanding me and your head will be spinning. I'm-

[I love triangles ]

-too complicated, even I don't understand my thought process sometimes. But thats what makes me interesting.

So thanks for sticking around through my random rant I guess, if you actually did. If not, well its all good. Peace out girl scouts.

Writer's Block: For your viewing pleasure
pon snail
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What was the best movie of the year so far? Does it have the potential to become a classic?

Inception was really good, but idk if its really a classic...

The door knows all...
pon snail
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Follow the butterflies!!

Its a quarter after four in the morning.
I've been on my computer for like 5 hrs straight.
I really need a life...



*starts singing*
in the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonighttt.
oooohweeeeoooeeoooeeeaaaweeeeawumwawayyyy

QUICK CHARLIE GRAB ONTO OUR TOUNGUES.

STARFISH REALLY LOVES YOU.

GODDAMNIT THE TOOK MY FREAKIN KIDNEY.

FOOL, I AM THE WEASEL.

ITS A MAGICAL LEOPLORIDON.

PUT A BANANA IN YOUR EAR.

ITS A LAND OF SWEETS AND JOY, AND JOYNESS.

BLPLBPLBPLPBLBPL

SHUN THE NON-BELIEVER. SHUN! SHUUUUUNNN...

that is all :)

Without lamps, there'd be no light...
pon snail
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i am so amazing at whistling.

not really. i'm just glad i figured it out at all.


AHHHH. being stalked and/or harrassed by a(team of) ladybug(s). [not really sure how many there are...]

A Strange Dream...
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A darkly lit room, with a round, wooden table next to the door. A bar along the wall opposite the door.
Five people are sitting around the table, and i know why they're here.

They're here to die.

Its not exactly against their will. Mostly, its just their time. A blond boy in a red shirt and green hat is standing behind me. We are both smoking cigarettes.
Their soul are dying, and its my job to help them along. Four of the five are strongly opposed to smoking, but only at first. They succumb as i hand them each a cigarette and tell them it will help them on their way. All but one; one still refuses, but she has another option. I light their smokes with a golden zippo i find on the table.  Then i turn my attention to the steadfast one. She must have her tongue ripped out. Its not a cruel act, in fact she's been begging me to do it in a wordless sort of way. It must happen. For a second, i have claws and i gouge at her tongue. I'm worried she won't die quickly enough and i feel bad about the pain.
I realize something is wrong with my cigarette. I look down and realize it turned completely to ashes, blackened all the way through. I keep trying to smoke, even though i know its useless...

The End...
 



Grrrrr
pon snail
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Badadadum
DA DA dadada
Badadadum
da dada da
Badadadum
DA Da
dadada dadada dada dudududummm...

La la lala la lalala
pon snail
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Its raining.
Its pouring.

I love it when it rains. I went outside just
for a sec and i got pretty soaked :)

Writer's Block: Fight or flight
pon snail
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Have you ever struck someone in a fit of anger or self-defense? If so, did you live to regret it?

Yea, my sister and i get into 'fights' kindof, but sometimes i accidentally take it too far, and those i really regret.

But in like 5th grade i had this conflict with this asshole in my class. We would always close each others lockers, kinda playfully, then one time he fought back and we tussled with his locker. The spanish teacher walked by and told us to cut it out. On his way back to the classroom he jammed his textbook into my ribs, so i kicked him in the balls. He cried :) Don't regret it at all, cuz he's still an asshole to me.

On your mark, get set, GO!!
pon snail
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Ohhhmigoddd my computer is extra slow today and its really pissing me offffslihaerya4tfbgfcv rawrrrrr

Saving Shamu... what a hassle
pon snail
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So heres the story
Me.
A 'yacht club'.
An inflatable whale.
Strongish currents.
Whale floating away.
MEEE!!!
A dramatic dive.
Lost sunglasses.
A long swim.
Victory!
Victory slips through fingers.
Some curse words.
Victory again! for real this time.
Another long swim.
A dock.
Sweet Success!!

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