She was going on about something how...I don't match up or whatever, just something negative about me and how I compare to others (a couple of friends' names popped up).

i.e. #1:
My dear Mommy: "So-and-so is in [the number 1 high school]!"

Me: "No, she's not! *laughing* She's in this-and-this high school. When we say [blank], she always has to say this-and-this [blank] high school. I just say I'm in [blank], because everyone knows [blank] means my high school."

Note: She wasn't even sure of that statement. She was grasping for straws.

i.e. #2:
My dear Mommy: "So-and-so is in [special junior high--connected to an elementary and college of the same name=kinda like the elevator schools in Japan]"

Me: "I went to a gifted elementary school and the number one junior high!"

And I either added a "What's wrong with you?!" or a "What are you talking about?!" after, laughing and shaking my head at the stupidity of it all.

Note: Also, grasping for straws. And yes, that friend is about...five years younger than me. Who my mother also believes is a bad influrence on me? How exactly does that work, I wonder...

Note₂:[blank] high school is one of the top three high schools in the city.

Put everything I talked about and you know what? I think I won my first argument! Not a great case, but hey! It's a start. *wink*
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Part 2

Aw, the stars are down. They took them down...

At the Columbus Circle Mall, large fake lights/STARS are put up in the ceiling above the center of the Mall. There are these huge glass panels--the entire thing is in glass--at the very front facing Central Park and everyone can see the lights from there. These stars change colors and sparkle in tune to the Christmassy/Wintry music that plays...24/7. It's absolutely gorgeous.

And now it's gone. =( *sigh* They...were...beautiful...

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" Happy Holidays everyone!

To All My On-line Friends:

As the holidays approach, my heartfelt appreciation goes out to all of you who have taken the time and trouble to send me "forwards" over the past 12 months. Thank you for making me feel safe, secure, blessed, and wealthy.

Extra thanks to whoever sent me the one about rat crap in the glue on envelopes 'cause I now have to go get a wet towel every time I need to seal an envelope.

Also, I scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.

Because of your concern I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.

I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put "Under God" on their cans.

And, I don't use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.

I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.

I won't use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.

I don't go to shopping malls because someone might drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.

I no longer receive packages from nor send packages by UPS or Fed Ex since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise.

I won't answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore, and Uzbekistan.

And, I never eat KFC because their "chickens" are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.

I no longer have any sneakers -- but that will change once I receive my free replacement pair from Nike.

I no longer have to buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe.

I'm not worried about my soul because at last count I have 363,214 angels looking out for me.

Thanks to you, I have learned that God only answers my prayers if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.

I don't have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl who is about to die in the hospital (for the 1,387,258th time)

I no longer have any money at all - but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special email program.


Yes, I want to thank you so much for looking out for me that I will now return the favor!


If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 7 minutes, a large pigeon with a wicked case of diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 PM this afternoon. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next-door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician.

Have a wonderful day....


P. S.: A South American scientist from Argentina, after a lengthy study, has discovered that people with insufficient brain and sexual activity read their e-mail with their hand on the mouse.


Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late. "




theDot: *cackle*

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1.) Happy New Year!
2.) Check out the last book of the Gemma Doyle Trilogy: The Sweet Far Thing
--victorian supernatural saga full of adventure, romance, friendship, human relationship and coming-of-age/finding your way
3.)I have half a year left before the end of the school year. 152 days before my eighteenth birthday. Five months to 2008 gradutation.

What shall I do while I'm still a minor?
Oh my god, prom!

Oh my god, graduation...>.>

I have so much to do, it's not funny. I think I'm gonna become an alcoholic for the next six months. **Note: I have never had a drop of alcohol in my life.** Of all the options I can think of(drugs, smoking, etc.), it's probably the best. Sure, it may harm my liver, but not as bad as cigs would gouge lungs(plus cancer!). And I'll get out after six months. I'll go to AAA if I have to. (XD)

La la la~! _{*skips away*}

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I was talking with her on the phone. I just bought caramel popcorn 'n peanuts for a dollar forty-nine and I had stopped by a street vendor selling hoping to get some cheap new year treats, like paper horns to play between the two of us.

I wanted to tell her not to come home too late since we weren't going to sleep tonight. She kept saying, "I'll try my best. I'll try my best." Finally, I threw in "What do you mean TRY YOUR BEST?! You HAVE to come home for the countdown. You're MY mommy!"

No way is she going to countdown the new year at a party while I wait for her at home. H-ell no. I repeat.

HE-ELL NO.

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