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| I'm officially tired of Xanga. I'm pretty sure one of these days i'm going to delete all of my posts and pictures and pack up and stay on myspace where i belong. I hate blogs anyways. Yes. Dare me not to delete it. Don't care that much do you? See. There anyways, I get bored of everything after awhile. I get bored of everywhere i live too. I may as just join the army because if i settle down some where after college ill get restless and want to move after two years anyways. Everything in my life is like that. Languages i try to learn. Sports i try to do. Cleaning expidentures i take in my house. I always get bored. So goodbye Xanga. | | |
| And So, I have one less tooth than I had yesterday. Next one comes out in a week. Let me tell you, the pain is like no other. Excruciating. Actually I'd say the worst part is the bloody mouth. But I'm not too worried, I hear you can drink up to a pint of your own blood before you get sick. I'm not bleeding THAT much, the only problem is that when your mouth bleeds its hard to get it to stop. That worries me. I don't want to bleed for a long time. It's been 2 hours, and my cotton swabs keep getting soaked in blood. I've had to switch to paper towels wads. Yep. I KNOW you must be dying to hear ALL about it. Cheerup fellow pions. There is nothing like a hole where your tooth used to be. First time with stitches too, but you wouldn't want to hear about that either. The doctor was nice though, to keep me from feeling TOO bad, he told me about how he once had to extract 1000 teeth in one day when he went on a mission sort of thing in the Phillipines and they didn't have dental chairs, just wooden stools to sit on and so many people got their teeth pulled because if they had a problem they just pulled the tooth because they couldn't afford dental care. I guess that would suck a lot too.
I finished Fight Club. BEST.BOOK.EVER. You should read it. When I say you I'm not sure who I'm adressing, but whoever you are, probably no one, you should read it.
Oh, I went on a feild trip with Helmo's class and je parle en france avec saya. Saya es tres intellegent et a bon amie. Je sais je ne parle pas bon, mais oui, je parle francaise tres mal. Mon accent es tres mal. Un garcon parle avec moi et parle "Ton accent es tres mal." So, Je parle, "Je sais", et jai voudrais mort. Pleasantaie vous. Saya parle en francais tres bien. | | |
| Oh, please deliver me.
Oh, please rescue me.
Deliver me from Swedish furniture.
Deliver me from clever art.
The phone rang and Tyler answered.
May I never be complete.
May I never be content.
May I never be perfect.
Deliver me from being perfect and complete.
Tomorrow: tooth extraction. Today: Beautiful decay. Is that a song? Forget that. It's not decay, it's cramped growth, and that's what i call my family. Maybe we should extract a family member. Today I have taken note of all the chaose and disorder around me and I realized that it's gone so far backwards I don't think I'll ever be able to fix it. I had my chance, but like most i wait to fix it until it's too late. Like when people start to notice they are on their way to getting fat but wait until they're moribly obese to fix it. That's what my life is like. My disorder. I always wait until it's too late. I think I'll go fix it, but I always get lazy half way through. Everything I do is like that. I have no motivational stamina. | | |
| Well it's official I'm getting out my wisdome teeth on friday. I'm really scaaared. Really Really scared. I don't wanna take 5000mg's of a pain killer, i don't want to be awake, and I don't want to feel it when they cut my gums open and take out my teeth. I've never had surgery before. Much less oral surgery. Rrrgh. I'm gonna die. I hope not. So I'm waiting for my korean drama to come on t.v and i hope a certain person doesn't find my xanga because i would totally be emberessed. I was just thinking about that. All of my posts and really stupid and petty. I think I may give up xanga soon. It serves no purpous. I've had my fun. Well Xanga we've had a good run, I mean you're a really NICE website and all, but it's just not working out between us. I mean, it's not you...it's ME. omg, my drama is coming on. It's the best and I don't even understand it.
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So, we'll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the hearth must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the days return too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a roving
By the light of the moon.
F*** (<----that is some impressive censorship) , I wish i could sleep. It's past midnight, and I have to wake up at six am for school.
But first! Yet another joke!
A mom dad and baby tomato are walking down the street and the baby starts to lag behind so the dad goes back and smashes the baby and says "ketchup"
-Pulp Fiction
Okay and here's a good one:
What lies at the bottom of the ocean and twitches?
A nervous wreck!
HAhahahahaha. Yeah. I'm going to bed.
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