Saturday, December 24, 2005

Christmasse Eveio
Lalala....I'm an atheist, but I celebrate christmas eve. You know why? Because Jesus (whom I believe did exist on some level) changed the lives of many, many people and perhaps, in the long term, saved many, too....even though I think he was spreading lies about there being an afterlife.

so yeah.

Our HEAT got turned back on (cue the eye roll.) But dad decided it would be funny to run all the stoves at once anyway. So I'm going to die of heat stroke very soon.

If any of you are fictionpress members, check out Writer Guy and his newest story, I think it is, something about Harry and Sally. It's hilarious. ANd gory.

Later, y'all
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Thursday, December 22, 2005

   lokfdaslsfjlns
Hellllloooo, all!

My house has no heat. Last night we had to go out andwait in the car for an hour till the RG&E people came and they fixed the gas leak but weve gota faulty furnace ignitor, so we had to turn that off and now....no heat.

i haven't been on because dad's computer is snaillike.


thats it, yall.
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Monday, December 19, 2005

...........................
Magnus: To be thought of as my dad's girlfriend....quite disturbing on a few levels. I'm only 13. But anyhow.

Nothing has happened. I have no life, currently.

So later.
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Sunday, December 11, 2005

Heyall
Jeez, on my post yesterday, I didn't mean to sound like a whiner. I sounded like one, didn't I? Meh. I'm just saying, it sucks being my age.

It was funny, last night my dad thought it would be funny, since some people thought I was his girlfriend, to go with him to a club and see if we could get in. So we went, but the dancing didn't actually start until another hour, so we got dessert (actually, I got dessert---he's lactose intollerant so he got scallops...I dunno...I don't like scallops) and I just HAPPENED to be there when the dancing started. Ha ha ha.

So we went for a while then we left. If my mom ever heard about this, I would be sooooo dead. Well, actually, he would be. Me, wellllll....i dunno.

anyway. laterz
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Saturday, December 10, 2005

THEBODSIFYU
We had this pencil war during science class. I was on one of my highs, so I was dancing my little ass right out my seat in any case.

Anyway, I somehow managed not to get caught by Moynihan, although Jordan and Matt did. Boys. They just don't know how to sneak around.

So I was laughing my ass off, and then I went to lunch, got called a Goth and a dyke by Sean, who can't fucking sing, by the way, even though he tried. So then I shoved him into a wall, nearly got caught by a teacher but didn't, and I was depressed for the rest of the day until the end of French, when I laughed about everything again.

Oh, the joys of hormones. I hate being thirteen. Dancing helps, at least.

Well, I guess I'll talk to y'all some other time.

~Aya
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Thursday, December 8, 2005

word of mouth
the weirdest thing.

this kid got framed for something (or got caught doing something we all were doing) and the teacher got mad and yelled at him for searching images on the computer.

so he had to go to the principals after class, and at the end of the period, everyone surrounded him and someone asked him a question and he got really really pissed and screamed at them to go away and burst into tears.

by the end of the day, everyone knew about it. there were 17 people in that class, five were staying after. The ENTIRE seventh grade. And by word of mouth, in FIVE MINUTES.

tell me that doesn't scare you.

well, my dad just pulled into the drive, so I have to lock up. love y'all.
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Tuesday, December 6, 2005

....um....
Whattup. I'm laying off the holidays for a while, unless for some odd reason you guys are ABSOLUTELY DYING to read them or something, which I doubt. SO yeah.

I read this book today Go Ask Alice, and it's, like, really creepy. You know how drugs are all glamorized and stuff, like you only hear about what happens when you're on the uppers, or not when the hallucinations get really ugly. But they do.

partly, the drug world seems really interesting. Partly, just bad.

I'm telling you, Lewis Carroll was on drugs when he wrote Alice in Wonderland. Only drugs could get someone to write such a freakin' weird book. disturbing, too. THe talking flowers and the pot-smoking catterpillar? How about Alice growing whenever she takes a bite of a mushroom? Not a coincidence.

Okay, now I"m getting into an "everything creeps me out" mode, so I'll stop thinking about that.

INSULT OF THE DAYY!!!

You are a hall monitor. you prowl the halls like a vengeful ghost. You wear a dorky sash that makes you look like a hall monitor. You trip over your own shoelaces. You have no human dignity whatsoever.

Your sash digs into your skin and it makes you look twenty inches heavier.

you look like a....a.....a.....a....A HALL MONITOR!!!

you like sean penn. you think covering up your face for pictures is sexy. But really, there's just a whole bunch of pictures of your hands in the family albums. years from now, people are going to ask: "who is that person who has a hand instead of a head? I wonder what sins they committed in their past lives to get such an ugly face." contrary to what your hall monitor mind believes, they will not be saying "OH MY GOD I CANNOT BELIEVED I'M RELATED TO SUCH A SEXY PERSON! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! I CANNOT BELIEVE I'M RELATED TO SOMEONE AS SEXY AS SEAN PENN!" because, a) Sean Penn is not sexy. sorry to break it. and b) holding up your hand to your face is not sexy, either.

so ha ha.

and Magnus--you were born in a pickle jar. beat that.

I'm turning as random as April. She still won't get off my case for the bag of rabid babboons...

which, of course, is a story for another day.

Later.
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Saturday, December 3, 2005

dlaskhflsgjh
hi.

INSULT OF THE DAY!!!

You were born in a pickle jar. You were lightly sauteed in a spaghetti pot for a year, and then no one ate you. You now live in a dumpster and get more covered by trash every day. You haven't seen the light of day in years. Your midlife crisis was when a cat came in and ate your ear, the crispiest part of your now soggy body. Your best friend is a lump of mold that was once a banana peel. The sad thing is, it can't even talk, yet you speak to it.

You named your dumpster Freddie. You've momentarily forgotten the banana peel's name. it will come back to you.

When it snows, you sing sad songs about your past, being fried in a pot and all. you don't like the Bee Gees.

You just got covered in another jug of spoiled milk. Gross. You sigh and curse Freddie for--NICHOLAS! That's right. That's the banana peel's name. Anyway, you--

That's gross. Who collects their crap in a bag and dumps it into a dumpster? Oh. It's dog crap. Look. They threw away the pooper scooper, too.

OH MY GOD IT"S A COMPLETELY CLEAN POPSICLE STICK! CODE RED! CODE RED, ALERT! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL! TAKE COVER! EXCEPT FOR THE BAG OF DOG CRAP, IT NEEDS TO--YEAH,THAT! Okay, that's kinda gross....ALERT OVER!

I have an overactive subconscious. Remind me to have that looked into.

I was watching the twilight zone. Very Stephen King. It was about a homicidal guitar. It was actually quite interesting...and yet depressing....because if you wanna become a guitarist, you better not pick up one of them homicidal guitars--or you'll be a one-hour sensation before you die tragically--young and cool.

Like--James Dean (or whoever that dude who stars in rebel without a cause is.) He died young. He will be forever amazing. Because he never got ugly. Or old. Or anything.

Which is why suicide is glamorized so much.

Well, my mother is screaming at me. I'd better go.

Latah.
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Thursday, December 1, 2005

The evil monkey of doom
the evil monkey of doom and the monkey of darkness have been fighting since the dawn of time.

Very important trivia for you to know.

ha ha ha.
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i can't believe it's alread dec. 1....
Wheddap, y'all. i have nothing, really to say, only check out makingfiends.com, they've got a christmas special (hehehe) and....stuff.

i'm sure the more perverted men are rejoicing, for today is the day that playboy--master of all porn--was born. on that fateful day in 1953. *bows head in mock reverance*

it's also Rosa Parks day, seeing as today is the day where Rosa Parks decided not to give up her seat. Like anyone with any self respect would do. i'd hate to get arrested, though....damn them white policemen.

Eat a Red Apple. And today is World Aids Day (www.avert.org/worldaid.htm) (www.aawhworldhealth.org)

my mantel has this fake garland on it, with all these lights and it looks really, really stupid. Except when it's lit up, then it looks pretty, kind of. maybe. the little baubles are frosted plastic, so you can't see the core of the lights. which is cool.

I really like pickles. I can't believe how much I like pickles right now.

I'll try to get another day dream to tell y'all about.
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