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• 2003-12-28
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• Tactical espionage agent
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• Kayla
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• I'm a SENIOR in high school.
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• I was eight years old, when they first played Digimon on Fox.
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• Darker than BLACK, Naruto, Bleach, Cowboy Bebop, Gravitation, Pokemon, Digimon, Trinity Blood, Black Cat, Fullmetal Alchemist
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• World domination and to die from laughter.
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• Writing. Doodling. Gaming. Daydreaming. Procrastinating.
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• Procrastinating and being lazy.
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Thursday, December 9, 2004
Fightin' words, eh?
Yeah, thems be fightin' words alright. You're going down, Shinmaru. No stopping me. I've got all the free time in the world to spend brooding about what to post about. An entire day pretty much in a house by myself...just to think about what I'm going to post about later that night.
It shall be a fight to the death. Each of our...egos are at stake? I dunno about me. Have I ever had an ego? Now, I know Shinmaru's surely got one. I shall claim his ego after he loses...yes, that's it.
God, talking about "egos" is reminding me of "eggos." Those waffles are good, too...
Ugh, but now thinking about syrup is making me sick. Too much sugar...blech, chocolate, syrup, candy...all disgusting(for the moment). All that sugary fattening junk just makes my stomach churn. I can't even explain how I came to hate sugar most of the time...it just happened over the summer before sixth grade. I went on a "diet" that I put myself on, and somehow made msyelf hate sugar and not want to eat it and make myself fat anymore. Now the thought of it just makes me sick...
But enough about that.
*silence*
Of course, there's not much else to talk about...except my room looks empty. I took down most of my posters and stored them away in a box. Then I put all of my DVD's and manga into another box. And then, I put a bunch of crap from in my closet into(dun dun dun) a box. Now I have atleast five boxes full of crap that are shoved in my closet.
Why, you may ask? Because my bed came in. Its coming home tomorrow and going to be set up real soon. *grins* So I put all the stuff that I want to put in the drawers and stuff that come with it into boxes and then moved a few other things where those other things originally were.
And while sorting things today, I tossed a bunch of crap out. I went through all of the drawers on the tower thingy I have; I went through all of my folders...and I came to a conclusion that I inherited pack rat-ness from Dad and Grandpa Leroy...I'm not as bad as Dad, though, and Dad's not as bad as Grandpa Leroy...so that would make me the least worst of them. If that makes sense.
But, its like, I don't want to throw stuff out. I'll stare at a piece of paper for ten minutes, trying to decide whether or not I'll need this later. And once I throw it out, I'll have these feelings of regret and want it back, having to force myself not to dig it back out of the garbage and keep it.
I've got so many notebooks, drawings, random papers with paragraphs and sentences on them, school work, etc that I don't have any room for anything.
Ah, but enough about that. I have to go now...and take a shower.
-DDG
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