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Dude, I am filled with the lameness. I am a literal black hole, sucking in everything cool and interesting to a point of no return. No, there are no virtual particles to rescue some of that awesomeness. It’s gone, all gone.
Horrors.
I have so much German homework this week. Let’s count: two projects, two summaries, three pages out of the workbook, and a report. Fun, fun, fun!
I wish I was cooler, nicer, or more interesting. Or, for that matter, smarter. Bluh. I’m such a stereotype: a rich white girl who thinks she’s ZOMG MINUNDERSTUUUUUD! I = total cracker.
Today’s grammar lesson of annoyance: Learn to Capitalize!
Remember what you learned in first grade, children? That the first letter of every sentence must be capitalized. Must, children. Any proper nouns like Paris, Julia, or Christmas need to be capitalized as well.
So you’re writing a title? Good job. Capitalize every important word. Like this: A Study of Raccoon Behaviors When Confronted with Rotten Eggs. You want to capitalize any words that you’d use as search terms in Google.
Hungry, hungry, hungry. I’m very hungry. But I am also ambivalent about my desire to eat lunch. Back, fiendish carbs, back! I will beat those tempting Kit-kats, even if I am the weakest-willed person ever.
Anyway, I, a school girl with no medical experience whatsoever; have diagnosed Dick Cheney, George Bush, Karl Rove, Bob Novak, and Scooter Libby. You see, they all suffer from incurable cases of Prick’s disease. That, or chronic Assholeitis. They’re closely related disorders.
In other diagnostic news, I picked up our copy of the Merck Manual and am now convinced that I have: a personality disorder, three different blood/bone disorders, and TB. There’s nothing for fear mongering like a layman’s medical reference.
For my F-list: You have all got to stop being so pretty. I’m the ugly duckling in this little cadre, and it makes me cry emo tears of sadness. Really.
To all the anons who may or may not be reading this journal: Plz to be commenting. I don’t care what you say - tell me that I’m a horrible manipulative bitch who should be shot if you’d like. Or ramble about the U-Haul truck that’s parked on the curb. Just comment, mmkay? Think of it as fulfilling my classic teenager need for ego reinforcement.
EMO!
Horrors.
I have so much German homework this week. Let’s count: two projects, two summaries, three pages out of the workbook, and a report. Fun, fun, fun!
I wish I was cooler, nicer, or more interesting. Or, for that matter, smarter. Bluh. I’m such a stereotype: a rich white girl who thinks she’s ZOMG MINUNDERSTUUUUUD! I = total cracker.
Today’s grammar lesson of annoyance: Learn to Capitalize!
Remember what you learned in first grade, children? That the first letter of every sentence must be capitalized. Must, children. Any proper nouns like Paris, Julia, or Christmas need to be capitalized as well.
So you’re writing a title? Good job. Capitalize every important word. Like this: A Study of Raccoon Behaviors When Confronted with Rotten Eggs. You want to capitalize any words that you’d use as search terms in Google.
Hungry, hungry, hungry. I’m very hungry. But I am also ambivalent about my desire to eat lunch. Back, fiendish carbs, back! I will beat those tempting Kit-kats, even if I am the weakest-willed person ever.
Anyway, I, a school girl with no medical experience whatsoever; have diagnosed Dick Cheney, George Bush, Karl Rove, Bob Novak, and Scooter Libby. You see, they all suffer from incurable cases of Prick’s disease. That, or chronic Assholeitis. They’re closely related disorders.
In other diagnostic news, I picked up our copy of the Merck Manual and am now convinced that I have: a personality disorder, three different blood/bone disorders, and TB. There’s nothing for fear mongering like a layman’s medical reference.
For my F-list: You have all got to stop being so pretty. I’m the ugly duckling in this little cadre, and it makes me cry emo tears of sadness. Really.
To all the anons who may or may not be reading this journal: Plz to be commenting. I don’t care what you say - tell me that I’m a horrible manipulative bitch who should be shot if you’d like. Or ramble about the U-Haul truck that’s parked on the curb. Just comment, mmkay? Think of it as fulfilling my classic teenager need for ego reinforcement.
EMO!