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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. | ..:Kicked Out:.. Saturday 10.2.04 7:18 pm Yay. I've been doing nothing all week. I was really scared over something yesterday, and I'm still sort of scared about what could have happened, but I tried to make the best of it and go have some fun today. Thankfully, it was rather fun doing... slightly more than absolutely nothing today. Todd, Thomas, Hilda and I went down to El Super Burrito, ate, and left for Starbucks. Thom and Todd were obsessing over some engineering program on Todd's laptop, so Hilda and I went shopping. She was trying to find a shirt for Alton's birthday. I'm not going to get into specifics about what we got, but it embodies his spirit very well. I was wondering whether I should've gotten Emerald a shirt also but I decided against it after a little deliberation. Anyway, after a while, Todd and Thom walked over and said they were leaving... and then they left. Hilda and I were left alone andwe got the idea to go to Chuckie Cheese's. We walked from Millbrae to San Bruno and went to her house to drop off her stuff and, oddly enough, her dog attached himself to me in a matter of minutes. Anyway, she got some money and then we walked to Chuckie Cheese's. We got there, went in, and asked a lady if we could get in. She asked if we had reservations. We said no. She asked if our parents were there. We said no. Then she kicked us out. It's a sad, sad day when you can't even get into Chuckie Cheese's... We went to see The Forgotten after that to help us cope with the pathetic state that getting kicked out of a kids restruant leaves you in. It was rather interesting but entirely confusing. I was under the impression that someone was going to propose to the main character for almost the entire movie but, to my dismay, it never happened. I also predicted that, in the end, everyone would wake up and the nightmare would be over... but that didn't happen either. Oh well, there's always next time. Later, DS
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