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I need a hobby. Besides writing which influences me way too much in the insanity, strange area. Intead of singing because my voice hurts from doing that too often. Besides dreaming and thinkin because it has gotten to the point where I have constructed almost an entirely different world to live in, besides this boring one in which I was spawned. That's right. Like a Tadpole. Except with little less tail. But a lot more gill.
Orange Cream soda, here I come. I would love to swim in a big vat of orange cream soda. That would be...amazing.
So I put a deposit down on my tattoo, and I have an appointment for next week. I told my mom. She asked me how much more stress do I plan on putting her through? I answered her. She hasn't talked to me since.
Do parents actually want the truth when they ask questions like that? Or should I humour them and just lie next time?
Kori is now ungrounded again. But in order for this to happen, way too much gasoline and threats were involved. Sometimes, I am not quite sure who rubs off more on who. Usually he wins in being way more insane than me. But sometimes I gave him quite a competition to deal with.
My sister just asked me why I even bother in writing in a LiveJournal. I think its just because I like to hear myself talk. Except this is writing. Typing. and just as pleasurable.
Party at my house on Saturday Night, 7:30pm. It is Ryan's birthday and I am attempting yet another surprise party for him. Anyone can come, as long as they know him and atleast tell him "Happy Birthday!"
Ciao.
Orange Cream soda, here I come. I would love to swim in a big vat of orange cream soda. That would be...amazing.
So I put a deposit down on my tattoo, and I have an appointment for next week. I told my mom. She asked me how much more stress do I plan on putting her through? I answered her. She hasn't talked to me since.
Do parents actually want the truth when they ask questions like that? Or should I humour them and just lie next time?
Kori is now ungrounded again. But in order for this to happen, way too much gasoline and threats were involved. Sometimes, I am not quite sure who rubs off more on who. Usually he wins in being way more insane than me. But sometimes I gave him quite a competition to deal with.
My sister just asked me why I even bother in writing in a LiveJournal. I think its just because I like to hear myself talk. Except this is writing. Typing. and just as pleasurable.
Party at my house on Saturday Night, 7:30pm. It is Ryan's birthday and I am attempting yet another surprise party for him. Anyone can come, as long as they know him and atleast tell him "Happy Birthday!"
Ciao.