Final Filler Journal
Journal Entry: Thu Mar 22, 2007, 1:24 PM
Alright, want the last ranting whine fest ... no matter how upbeat of a whine fest it was ... off my page. I am finished bitching online about things that may or may not currently suck in my life. If I want to vent, I can make my own private journal without making people feel obligated to respond to my bitching.
I'm not saying I don't appreciate you guys having been there to respond and listen to my bitching ... but I need to stop. From now on my journal on dA will only be used to actually update on important things (IE: Deaths, Weddings, life altering events of any kind). Looking back on my old journals my only regret is that I have but two eyes to roll.
So... from now on my journals will be rarer but worth reading. Yeah.
Oh, and grades are back I got a 3.5 GPA now ... mwahahahahahahahaa!
- Mood:
Regretful - Listening to: Nothing in particular
- Reading: The Canterbury tales (about done)
- Watching: This bar that I'm typing into fill with words
- Playing: I don't thing dA counts as a game
- Eating: A burger just under the size of my head
- Drinking: but not driving.
Devious Comments
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Some people are good with words, other people words with good not so are!
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Why yes, my avatar does take advantage of reverse pyschology. :3
Hate the colour pink? [link]
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"All men wish to have truth on their side; but few to be on the side of truth."
-- Richard Whately
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Why yes, my avatar does take advantage of reverse pyschology. :3
Hate the colour pink? [link]
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You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray. You'll never know dear, how much I love you. So please don't take my sunshine away.
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Send this rose to everyone you care about!!
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I want apathy to everything. So then, I would feel nothing. And then I could move on. - AD
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"Look, I have magic powers
"That's crap, this is a real power
"Well, I have a cool Katana
"That's it, Matrix Fight!"
"Are you done now?"
"Oww..."
join Lost [link]
PS. Windows sucks! lol.
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Smile silly emo kid,
Make my day bright.
- AD
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"All men wish to have truth on their side; but few to be on the side of truth."
-- Richard Whately
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"All men wish to have truth on their side; but few to be on the side of truth."
-- Richard Whately
ps:
cheer up.
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Occasionally, he thought of strangling her, just for fun.
Here you go:
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"Look, I have magic powers
"That's crap, this is a real power
"Well, I have a cool Katana
"That's it, Matrix Fight!"
"Are you done now?"
"Oww..."
join Lost [link]
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My site: [link]
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A dream is an answer to a question we haven't yet learned how to ask.
Lol. It would be nice.
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The chairs. The tables. All confused.
We hear the words and must speak them.
We take them and arrange them.
But still, they will not be quiet.
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Daniel my brother,
You are older than me;
Do you still feel the pain
Of the scars that won't heal?
Your eyes have died,
But you see more than I.
Daniel, you're a star
In the face of the sky
God, It looks like Daniel
Must be the clouds in my eye.
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The chairs. The tables. All confused.
We hear the words and must speak them.
We take them and arrange them.
But still, they will not be quiet.
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My words ran away from me, now I'm lost and they're out at sea, sailing away. They come and go, like the breeze.
Whisper sweet, burn like disease. They change with the day.
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HERE COMES A BIKINI WHALE!
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Okay, now try to not throw like a flobberworm.
Flobberworms dont have arms!
Exactly. Lets pretend you do have arms. That are capable of movement.
-Draco teaching Hermione to play Quiddich (story on ff.net)
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I always seem to catch your pageviews...
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Occasionally, he thought of strangling her, just for fun.
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