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Poetry - 23.01.05 Writing - 10.12.05      Older  � From the Heart  � Clairvoyant Elegy  � For the Ghosts of Our Time      Newer  � The Art of Cooking With Turnips  � Radical Dreamer  � Mystery in Red  � Cerulean Dust  � Emerald     nuTang  � Lauren  � ECHO  � Kevin  � Stephanie  � Syd  � Ciara  � Quint  � Rick  � Grace  � Jamie  � Maryann  � Bianca  � Teresa  � Tiffany  � EM.com  � Newgrounds  � Get your own Banana Guard today!  � Quizilla! (Ask if you want a link to mine.)  � Virtual Turntable  � Maddox  � Kefallaville  � Mr. Quach Welcome to Not Getting Run Over By A Forklift 101. For our first lesson we'll... ack! No. NO! What a terrible way to start the class! But aren't solar-powered vampires a bit impractical? Did you know I have somewhere around one hundred forty entires? The primary function of the United States Coast Guard (besides protecting the borders and patroling national waters) is to travel back in time and battle pirates! If wishes were squids, then beggars would write. With the ink, you see. The ink of SO MANY SQUIDS. "It doesn't get any more serious than a Rhinocerus about to charge your ass." Subscribe to this to blog if you would like to be emailed whenever it is updated. | ..:Neutrality:.. Monday 5.10.04 04:01 pm Bah, I'm a little annoyed that I was planning on going to the meet and when I left class at one fifteen, I got sent back because I had already qualified for finals. I guess it's sort of a good thing that I didn't go, though, since I'm sick. Of course, I completely forgot that I had to run the mile today, so I was pissed when I realized they had already started and I had to jump in with a thirty second disadvantage. What's worse is that Wheeler left a time that he mandated I get: seven minutes at most. Mrs. Wiard kept yelling at me to go faster, so I killed myself to get a six twenty-four. She wouldn't take off the thirty seconds or so from the beginning, so I was stuck with my pathetic six and a half minutes. I decided to go cough and hack and feel miserable with my burning lungs on the bleachers. I was really happy thinking I had to go to the meet too, since I realized I hadn't done my math homework in Bio. Today just wasn't a good day for anything. I felt like an idiot when I couldn't ask a stupid question to someone today and Anna just happened to notice... Maybe I'd be better at talking with her if I wore a blindfold or something... even though that wouldn't solve the problem of thinking I'm going to say something stupid. Oh well, I'll get over it eventually. On a more neutral note, I re-recorded Too Clear (which I have yet to upload) and Disturbed to include my... uh... less than remedial guitar-playing skills. I fixed the volume, too, since they were rather loud when I first recorded them. Things in my life could be a lot worse... I could be failing... more of my classes. I could be sick enough to be stuck in bed. I could be completely shunned away by the person I care about... So, yeah. My life is okay, I guess. Later, DS
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