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*nsync...full force...sex 7-9-'xx: 4:59pm well well. the last week and a half or so has certianly been....interesting. i'll quote a story i read...it's like someone came in my room and changed the wallpaper while i was sleeping. a few times. chillin' with taco was totally rad. she's gotta come back down here again sometime soon, it would kick ass. and i don't know what happened in the week she was here, but all of the sudden, everything was different. i don't know how to explain it. i guess like...i've talked about the feeling before...y'know, how i'm not going to be pathetic anymore and how i'm going to this and that...but i never really followed through, y'know? and then it was like...all of the sudden...i followed through without even trying. i didn't even have to think about it. it's like...all of the sudden...i don't even see why i worried so much about ben's opinion on me, for one. it's like it's impossible to think the way i was thinking before. hard to explain. anyway, many new inside jokes were made. it's like..."haha, he looks soooo giraffe-y!" and "oh my word, that is sooo in the zone!" not that it makes any sense...it's just nice to have fresh inside jokes. and the weirdest thing...taco and i went to lizzy's party and lo and behold...who was there? yah. _she_ was there. it was really weird...but taco was just like "whatever". just strange. and i'm not even going to talk about ben and what he's been up to. you don't even want to know. so i went on a trip after taco left with some friends...and it was cool and all, but i dunno. i was kinda burnt out a bit and just wanted to listen to music and sit around. i seemed really anti-social, i'm sure. i just get like that sometimes, though, y'know? i got to ride roller coasters, though...that was tight. and i found *nsync stickers at pizza hut...one of them was like, one of the old photos where it's like "what was the photographer thinking?" PBS. hahaha. but that was like...double score! wow. i imagined that this entry had potential to be interesting. not so. i enteresd a contest to win two tickets to challenge for the children 2 last night....err...this morning? i figured out that 200 words doesn't say a whole hell of a lot. it was like the opposite of writing an IB essay...the original essay was actually pretty good, but it was 320 words! i had to cut 120 words out! it was insane. taco and ben say they both think i have a pretty good chance of winning something, at least....so that's reassuring. and what's the worst that could happen? i don't win? they think it sucks so bad that they come and egg my house and make obscene phone calls? it would be cool if i won...but like...i won't be at a loss if i don't. and at least i've tried. that makes me feel good, as gay as that sounds. ok. i've run out of stuff to say. yadda yadda. i think i'll sit around some more. |
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