Nobody's reading Ralph, I don't think, except for me two weeks ago, and then I got bored. It's a really good book, conceptually, it's just boring as hell. I'm annotating the sucker for kicks, it's a job...but it's pretty quick, I'm thinking.

I thought you said you were, I was looking for you but...to no avail. Mind, there were about a million people so I didn't try incredibly hard, but I had my eyes open.

I'm thinking about a template change, not the standard ones that BLogger provides, tho. What do you all think?

Irrelevently yours.

umm.
Is ANYONE reading that book ...Ralph Waldo Emerson

WE were at the game...yea

Better her's than, say...Huddleston. Fun!

Were you at the game, Rosie?

I must say...that was a horrible game. I remember why I don't generally go to them...because I jinx them. The last game I went to was a Vikings game. It went into overtime and we lost, just like we did tonite. My very first Bruins game, and a decisive one. We had that fucker in the bag, and guess what? Franklin pulled some shit in nine seconds. Everyone around me was saying, "Hell no, Franklin will never do it."

They missed the extra point, we got the ball first in OT. We were killed in the field goal, and then they kicked one and got it...their very first one of the night.

Everyone was clearly defined, teamwise, after the game. I was the one standing way up top giving Franklin the bird.

On the way out tho...I had calmed a bit. I was still fucking pissed off...hell, I still am. But I was cooling down, driving by the buses, giving the Franklin bandies the "evil eye", which they returned and being pretty amicable, in general. And then, one of the buses starts up the chant, "Bend over, Brentwood."

Fuck, I dunno why, but that was the shortest straw. I think it's just the fact that they're a bunch of redneck assholes. Maybe some latent fear of being anally raped?!? But all the same, the window was down, and I made clear my feelings on that with a mid-based finger. Someone yelled, "Franklin rules!" to which I yelled...something not very nice. I made up a lot of things too. I must give myself one thing, if not a lot of things: I am a proficient swearer. Tonite became the advent of so many interesting phrases, I could do verbal battle with a sailor and pwn his @zz.

So. I'm going to bed. Today was a really bad frickin' day, because it was raining. I ate lots of chocolate, but I guess the seratonin pumps decided not to work. David Stanley also made some pretty fucking horrible comments today about Abby...I'm playing football at his house on Monday. Rest assured he's going to fucking die. I don't care if he's not being serious. There was a line, and he crossed it. And that was just further depressing, and more than just a bit angering. Like...I spontaneously combusticated because of the intense anger.

People on fire are funny.

Irrelevently yours.

no, not LSD
It's way worse
It's a Calhoun-pointless-paper................ CPP

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It's cool...I'll have them in about two seconds, you will get an "A". As if you didn't have one. Or close enough to one. Jeez, overachievers.

LSD=BAAAD!, Rosie, BAAAD! I was quite disturbed. But it's all good.

I passed US History! Thank God! I'm going to cry.

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Declaration, Josh, finish the Declaration. I need an A. If it's not here by 9:00, I'm storming your house with phone calls ;)

Hahaha. Well, good.

Aye, and US History. I have that done, for anybody that hasn't yet. Me being a big old overachiever finished that stupid packet in due time. So yeh. It's on the table.

Linds, if you read this again, remind me to ask you about something in English tomorrow. If you remember. I've been trying to and consequently, forgetting. So if you do, that would be awesome. It's not dire, by the way.

And even if you don't read this, maybe I'll remember making this post, and will thusly remember?!? Probly not.

I like the "?!?" thing at the end of sentences. It's really goofy.

Also. I have two songs stuck in my head that suck being there. There's Miss Independent by Kelly Clarkson. Which is bad but not as bad as the other one. The other...it makes me feel like a slut. I Wanna Be Bad by Willa Ford, or someone like that. It's a really slutty song. And everytime I think of it, I feel like a total whore. Go look up the lyrics if you'd care to divulge my pain. They'll probly be on some porn site somewhere.

Irrelevently yours.

Oh good, I'm not going either. That makes me feel a lot better. US History for me though.

Sigh...yes, sorry Linds. I overlooked the "i" for some reason. Probly my innane retardedness. Yes, that's it.

I will finish. Abby is not going tonite so I probably won't show either. I'm sorry! Nothing personal...

Fuck stuff. Life is a fucking peach basket. Time to get started on that fuckadamn essay and go study for fucking chemistry.

I hate me.

Lindsey Reid has 11 letters...

Just thought I might point that out.

Don't forget to finish our Declaration.

The most random post I've ever seen by any human...go on, click on it! You know you want to. It doesn't make sense until the end but...for cryin' out loud. It's the longest post I've ever see, that's for sure. I got outshined by a longshot. And you'll know which one it is, believe you me.

Life has become pretty painful as of late. I got blood drawn today and they really tapped a good one, apparently...it's never good to hear a nurse go, "oops" when blood is flying out of an open vein. But I got patched up in due time...my hand is a little tingly, I'm hoping that's my hypochondria.

I missed more US History because of getting that ol' blood drawn, I'm going to fail.

I've been effectively cut off from my girl for a while. That inspired "the worst day since...all of last year", or so Linds will tell you. So if I seem like a limo wreck in the next few days, this is probably why.

I was effectively told, "We don't know what the hell is wrong with you, sicko," at the doctor today. They said they're going to do a test in two or so weeks, and if that doesn't show anything they'll be putting me on some new seratonin productive drug and giving me a pat on the back. But that would be ok because, 1: hell, it's seratonin, how tricked is that?, and 2. the test I have to take, which will take all of seven minutes, requires me to take opiates for the pain and some kind of "valium, which has hallucinogenic and barbituatory properties" (direct quote!), which will effectively floor me for the better part of the day. YES!

Then watch me wake up with an addiction to opium and I die from the strain thereafter. Hell, I took Nyquil two nights ago, I'm already addicted to it.

I had a lot to think about tho. That was another factor for staring at the ceiling til two in the morning. That's also why I looked like a limo wreck today, or at least a sport coupe wreck, rather. Not so bad as a whole frickin' limousine.

Ok, stepping away from the BLogger teat.

I am teatfully yours.

And did you all notice that "Rosie Jiang" and "Lindsey Reid" both have 10 letters? Don't ask me how I found this out, it would be too hard to put words to.

Yes I am. Nice observation.

*blink* Linds youre on

Nope, not there any more. Darn.

And you reminded me of that little phrase as well as you got back together with him.

I suppose it does. I just have some of those philosophical qualms about the end of real human interaction, etc. Not that any of it matters in the least.

Well...sometimes when you log into BLogger and look at a BLog and leave without posting anything, it will make a post with nothing in it and post&publish it...and a couple of minutes later, BLogger notices the error and deletes it. But I think that Will was here and when he left it made an invisible post, which I bore witness to. Go to the site via the Internet to check if it's still there.

"fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me"- I actually said that to him as we were getting back together.

The blog keeps us from fighting as badly as we would otherwise.

How do you get to the invisible post?

Will made an invisible post!

It's on the actual URL-based site but not on here! Trykked out!!!111