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Meh, I'm bored as death so I decided that I should, as a result of some nagging, write an entry of sorts.
First things first: As more people who don't exactly "know" me are exposed to a Xanga that was not written entirely by me, people may get a false idea about who I am. Although the actual author did a fairly decent job of mimmicking me, there are a few things that were not perfect. How can anyone be perfectly me excpet myself? I take credit for "Mosquito" because that was me, except the part about changing my font to pink. Mm, upon warning my readers I shall continue to a slightly different topic...
I break the law every day. Most people do. J-walking, speeding, downloading things, simple seemingly meaningless things. Mm, pluss I hear in Indiana people aren't technically aloud to take baths in the winter. Ha, smelly punks. Don't worry, I broke the law all the time when I was little.
What are laws made for? Protection? Annoyance? I think protection. Whether it be the protection of a musician or writer's works in a copyright or for the old people that don't always look when they cross the street.
If I'm not endangering anyone, I should be alloud to break the law. Hence why I may speed or treat red lights like stop signs. Too bad it doesn't exactly work that way and I'll get in trouble anyways. Blah, enough with that even though I could rant for hours...
"To fear death is to fear life."
A friend of mine said that the other day.
"Living is the slowest way to die."
Another one of my friends says that rather often.
I hate the way things are either growing or dying. Stability is immesurably impossible. I've been seeing too much of this lately. Which is worse starving a relatoinship to death or swiftly cutting it off? The pain is sharper but shorter in the latter. Although a lot of things have been in critical condition both with myself and people and with other people I see, I seem to have dug up something I thought was dead. Don't know much but I think I will. Let us see what will become of this and what else will grown and die.
Jazz Band concert tomorrow. Tom "Bones" Malone, or something spelled similarly, will be there. It costs five bucks and is at East High School. Everyone shall go or expericnce the wrath of a thousand dragons. I have a solo or several depending on how you look at it or how I feel. Yay for J.R.
What else is there to say or do? Mm, nothing. That's all for now.
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| You know you go to Zeeland High if you have to seperate your laundry from darks, lights, and yellows.
There's too much to deal with that I'm not actually dealing with. There's like one new bad thing that effects me directly. I'm sick of seeing other's in pain as I always have. There's often nothing I can do. Blasted humanity. But reguardlesss, I'm doing well. I see the effects and I sometimes get down because of it, but I'm happy, content, and doing alright. Hope it lasts a forever. Hope I don't get caught up in the mess others are stuck in. Mleh...
Mm, kinda sick of complaining so I think I'll discuss the importance of toast...
So where else would jam go except for toast? Biscuits. Therefore, toast is not important. Buiscuits aren't important either because without biscuits you could just put your jam on toast. But with niether, you'd have no where to put your jam so they are mutually important.
Two more things:
Whole grain witches eat angry Romanian cockroach-cows by the bakers dozen, dun dun dun...
Taping leaves on trees doesn't make it spring again. | | |
| I want to make sure that my friends are taking care of themselves right now. One of the people closest to me had a scare yesterday, so at this point, I thought I would offer my tips for staying alive this holiday season:
1. Don't speed. If you hit a patch of ice going 70, it probably won't be a good thing. Also, yes, I speed all the time. Do as I say, not as I do.
2. Watch out for the turkey. Check and make sure it's cooked all the way through -- if pink juice comes from the inside, suggest a longer cooking time. On a similar note, make sure you're washing your hands, as nothing spreads salmonella quicker than bad hygiene.
3. Try not to piss people off. This time of year, people tend to have been stuck in the house for longer periods of time than usual, which leads to strained nerves and tempers. Even a person with an unusually long fuse may fall victim to cabin fever, and you just never know who's hiding a sledgehammer in their closet.
4. Get enough sleep. If you don't, your judgement could be down and you could walk right into one of those festive swinging knives in Target. They're there, I swear it. You'll believe me when you're in the hospital getting your face sewn up.
5. Be careful on Christmas morning, because remember The Nightmare Before Christmas? I think it's happening this year and you might just open up a shrunken head and die of shock. Shock is not a good way to die. Your face will be frozen in a silent scream for all eternity.
So there you are. Just follow these simple rules and I'm sure you'll be just fine. | | |
| - Island In The Sun I realized last entry that I broke one my the cardinal rules of my life, and for that, I am truly sorry. My apologies go out to anyone who was wronged as a result of my saying that.
I've been thinking about the Florida trip lately. While you probably can't tell that I'm extremely happy about going, inside, I am freaking out. I thought I would post that because a lot of people have been asking me "Don't you even care?" The truth of the matter is that I'm torn. While Florida with my friends sounds lovely, the thought of leaving this snowy state behind is nearly devastating. The elements are earth, water, air, fire, and metal, right? Ice isn't one of them, but I think if it was, that would be the one I identify with the most. Cool and unshaken, but still able to melt.
Although it seems that I'm strong and unmovable, there is one thing that melts me, and that is love. | | |
| Can one be a superhero while driving a minivan, or a car packed full of random father shit? I say one can -- that is, if "one" translates to me, Mike.
Recently I've been craving tea. I'm not quite sure why. Just the feeling of that hot, mildly caffeinated beverage winding its way down makes me more than a little unsettled, and I find myself wishing for that next hit. I'm not addicted, I swear. I can stop whenever I want.
Here is a haiku about a girl I know:
She has nice, blonde hair.
Her smile is very pretty.
I like seeing her. | | |
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