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[27 Feb 2005|09:04pm] |
Making a new journal. I'll use this one occaisionally, for communities and such. Or not. I dunno. I won't delete entries, though.
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1) __________sicko. A bit stupid, but, oh well. Mine, all mine.
Add me, if you want to.
[don't look at it, yet! I needs my layout.]
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[27 Feb 2005|03:52pm] |
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Eric Idle was the nicest of the six members of Monty Python. He was born
in the North of England well when I say the nicest he wasn't absolutely the
nicest. Michael Palin is generally
recognised as being the nicest. Actually Terry
Jones is pretty nice too and certainly he's very nice at parties. It's
probably fair to say that he is at least as nice as Michael Palin at parties.
Come to think of it Terry Gilliam can
be fairly nice as well. Especially abroad. In fact he is super nice abroad.
Perhaps almost too nice. That Graham
Chapman was a nice man and even John
Cleese is a lot nicer than he used to be. In fact I'd stick my neck out and
say that nowadays John Cleese is probably amongst the nicest of them all.
So, Eric Idle is the sixth nicest member of the old Monty Python group.
http://www.pythonline.com is great.
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[20 Oct 2004|07:53pm] |
I'm crying, but it's good.
I really love life again.
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[09 May 2004|11:52pm] |
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Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
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[21 Apr 2004|04:18pm] |
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Ever notice how depressed everyone is after 4.20?
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[21 Apr 2004|09:55am] |
Won't anybody buy me a pony?!
*sad face*
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[21 Apr 2004|09:49am] |
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What's a CPU?
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[21 Apr 2004|09:48am] |
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Nobody should ever listen to the Wrens, unless they want to be terribly emo, like I.
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[21 Apr 2004|09:27am] |
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What the fuck?! Does some supreme being think I'm not late enough for school, yet?! Damn it!
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[21 Apr 2004|09:23am] |
Well, that's odd. it wasn't my mom, I just saw a white truck in the driveway and ducked back inside.
I wonder who that could be?
hmm. and now the truck is gone. that was quite odd.
I should get a shotgun and a trucker hat and be the crotchety old neighbor that shoots anything alive within a 30 yard radius of my house.
I think I'd have a lot of fun with that.
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| what's the point in ever trying? nothing's changing anyway |
[21 Apr 2004|09:17am] |
I am bored again. I missed the bus and I'm waiting for my mom to get home and give me a ride to school. She should've been here by now, and I'm missing my lovely lovely English class, damnit!
am I the only one who thinks Sean Astin was really hot as Rudy?
ach! my German chocolate has disappeared! It was right on the desk in a big bag, I look away, then *poof*, it's gone!
someone will pay for this.
I think, maybe, sometime I should try for another 100+ comment entry. the last one was quite fun, 142 comments from three fucking people :). not this one, though. soon. soon.
six days.
I really want to paint my room. for those who don't know, it's just white, not even painted, and covered with half a million posters, pictures, magazine cutouts, a crucified skeleton, a pair of someone else's underwear, and a spatula.
I think I might actually take all the pictures down, paint it a dark-ish blue, but still somewhat light. and I'd draw random things on it with chalk, put pictures up in a few sections and such. I'd still have a few posters up, though. Marilyn Manson, Marilyn Monroe, and John Belushi are staying.
I think I have blue paint in the basement that my brother was going to use when we moved here, but never did. *runs off to check*
grr, I can't find it. curse you, o elusive paintbucket.
my basement is frightening. in addition to the rooms sectioned off with bedsheets for walls [long story] and my fear of someone in one of the rooms waiting to grab me as I walk by, it's got Eddinger family paraphenalia strewn about: a box of my brother's old school things, Star Trek things, crafty stuff that my mother never ended up using, a set of Richard Simmons tapes that my brother and I went at with a shotgun, videos of your dearest duckey's first steps [which will never see the light of day again].
My family is odd. Man, I love my brother.
Ahah, wow, never thought I'd say that.
come to think about it, I love just about every member of my family but my parents.
I wonder if my kids will hate me when I have them. hmm. this doesn't require thought just yet, so why am I thinking about it?
would I be a good mother?
well. not if I follow through with my plan [that I concocted BEFORE I knew you had the same idea] of teaching everything as its opposite to my kids. That would be pretty funny, though.
My arm hurts.
my mom is here. good day, all.
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[21 Apr 2004|07:29am] |
Urgh. I had a dream that for my birthday, my grandpa painted a picture of Tommy Shaw and I kissing by a lake.
*shoots self*
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[21 Apr 2004|01:01am] |
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I am bored, someone save me.
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[20 Apr 2004|05:39pm] |
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
they slither while they pass, they slip away
across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind
posessing and caressing me
nothing's gonna change my world
<3
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[20 Apr 2004|04:22pm] |
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Could someone please kill me?
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| I am doll eyes, doll mouth, doll legs |
[19 Apr 2004|07:13pm] |
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I never update with pictures much anymore [due to low self-confidence and not being photogenic at all], so I thought maybe I should give it a shot again. and I dyed my hair today. tell me what you think.
( Good, bad, ugly? )
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[19 Apr 2004|04:27pm] |
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Hi, I'm devastatingly handsome, how are you?
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[17 Apr 2004|10:56pm] |
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I've never cried so much in my whole fucking life.
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