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| i am not emo. i am not spiteful.
i'm pissed as hell because i've spent the past four years being walked on, not taken seriously, and i haven't done anything about it. so, naturally, it hasn't stopped.
that's the explanation.
if all you're going to do is criticize and/or tease, then SHUT THE FUCK UP. and you can consider this the end of whatever kind of friendship we had.
that's it. it's done. i'm done.
new song: josh groban ft. the corrs - "canto alla vita"
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| when i'm in my thirties, i'll be able to look back on these past four years and laugh. but right now, i can only feel anger, bitterness, and cynicism from being jipped of what could've been a worthwhile high school experience.
new song: crouching tiger, hidden dragon soundtrack - coco lee - "a love before time" (mandarin)
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| in the spirit of silly entries that either make you want to smack me or laugh... (hopefully the latter because i already get enough pain from everyone)
i'm going to go into the porn business with my mommi, where we will grow old, contract various std's (some of which may not even be known yet), have sores from said std's (and possibly other kinds of sore...), retire from the porn business bankrupt and either frail or stronger than ever, and die shameful...painful...lonely deaths
but wait! that's not the best part.
since we, as dirty women, are destined to die before our parents do, someone will inevitably play one of our videos in tribute to our skankiness (it's all about karma. you go out and screw random people, male and female, and it's bound to bite you in the ass.), and then our parents will go into cardiac arrest, join us in death, and strangle us for eternity in hell.
because we all know GOD DOES NOT LET PARENTS OF SLUTTY WHORES THROUGH HIS PEARLY GATES.
uh. ignore that last sentence. i have no idea if it's true.
i leave you now with this pic:
no, it's not a doctored photo. the cat just saw its owner's ass and went into shock. its face is now permanently frozen in that expression.
think i'm kidding?
(revenge on creating that awkward situation, big butt... ;p)
new song: inxs - "pretty vegas"
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| apparently, i'm so horribly mannered that i need to be sent off to some sort of finishing school before i graduate from college.
no, not kidding. i supposedly don't give off an amicable nature, i can't keep eye contact, my handshake isn't strong, and i'm not going to survive in the business world. oh, and i'm not femme enough.
ok, fine. those things are probably true. but that's what college is for... strike out on your own, figure out what you need to do to survive, learn how to brown nose people properly, etc.
are there really these kinds of schools?! every time i think about this, i get a picture of white girls in frilly dresses with pink bows in their hair, sewing roses into a tapestry, learning ballet and how to cook from nuns with slapping sticks in a house resembling the school for gifted youngsters from x-men. but that would be finishing school. so what the hell would a manners school be like?
manners school... they have to be kidding. if i have to go there, my brother better be getting sent to military school.
new song: dixie chicks - "not ready to make nice"
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| i miss toronto. and the curry crab... holy shit, it was absolutely orgasmic. i should've taken a picture, but... i was hungry. ^_^;;
i do, however, have the restaurant's card and menu. =)
in other news.
OMFG, THAT GODDAMN SPANISH PLACEMENT TEST FOR RUTGERS IS LIKE BEING STABBED MULTIPLE TIMES OVER, BUT YOU CAN'T DIE, SO THERE'S NO MERCY. NONE. YOU CAN'T DIE!!!!!!
ok. so i'm exaggerating a bit. a lot. but, to be fair, in comparison to the english and math exams, the language test was ridiculous.
end ramble.
--edit--
new layout, new song. the song's supposedly the theme from ff2, but i've never seen that, so i don't know.
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