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I wonder if livejournal has a mind? Seriously, I wonder if it's rather sad that myspace took all it's users. Now I don't usually conform, but myspace is special. Many brainwashing qualities. I've missed my livejournal, and I don't really see why I'm posting this now, but I am. It might be because I've just read very inspiring posts from the Mrs. Libba Bray, author of The Great and Terrible Beauty, and Rebel Angels. She's quite funny.
I wish I had something to do today, sept sit around. I watched a little snippet about watches, and I am now proud to say that I can tell a fake watch from a real. Not quite sure how you can make a fake watch. Ahh..well. Then I watched some Tarzan, love that movie..never gets tiring. "And Daddy he took my boot!"
Thanksgiving was ok, Mollie locked herself in her little computer cubby, then said that I was was, "Doing my own thing." Liar. She needs to get over Red Hot Chilly Peppers. Seriously, I mean the have a good sound and all, but I can only take so much. I ended up watching prah and being rude to my Aunt over what I wanted for Christmas. My mother honestly doesn't realize that my Aunt and Grandfather need to buy me the expense stuff. Not books, which I would love for Christmas. Not from them. I wonder if we'll go to Papas for Christmas lunch like we have for the last 15 years. With Nana gone and all I don't know. I don't see why we wouldn't, but yah never know.
I suppose when I need to vent another time I'll come on here. If I remember it exists.
I wish I had something to do today, sept sit around. I watched a little snippet about watches, and I am now proud to say that I can tell a fake watch from a real. Not quite sure how you can make a fake watch. Ahh..well. Then I watched some Tarzan, love that movie..never gets tiring. "And Daddy he took my boot!"
Thanksgiving was ok, Mollie locked herself in her little computer cubby, then said that I was was, "Doing my own thing." Liar. She needs to get over Red Hot Chilly Peppers. Seriously, I mean the have a good sound and all, but I can only take so much. I ended up watching prah and being rude to my Aunt over what I wanted for Christmas. My mother honestly doesn't realize that my Aunt and Grandfather need to buy me the expense stuff. Not books, which I would love for Christmas. Not from them. I wonder if we'll go to Papas for Christmas lunch like we have for the last 15 years. With Nana gone and all I don't know. I don't see why we wouldn't, but yah never know.
I suppose when I need to vent another time I'll come on here. If I remember it exists.