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Feeling: abandoned
12:19 Early Tuesday Morning   Rejected Brains Swam at Sayla's in the afternoon. It was pretty fun, I mean it was really fun. We had splashing fights - Zeb, Sayla, Caleb, and I. Hyun Woo came around but he didn't swim. he got pissed off when we splashed him after he threw stuff at us, and left. Then I went home and found out there was a thing at Caleb's at 8:30, so I had Zeb come pick me up, and we went to pick up Yvetti. The conversation in the car was really funny, I enjoyed myself so much. We were talking about the things we didn't like about buses, and that turned to people who were smelly and we were on that for a long time, then it turned to stalkers and creepy old men. It was really interesting. We shot cans off blocks with an air rifle. We put a board behind them too so we could tell how close we got to the cans. We put a newspaper that had a picture of a cricket player on it, and Yvetti and Zeb and I took turns trying to "kill" the cricket player. I almost shot his heart. I also shot the letter "p" and his arm. Zeb shot his cricket bat, right under his cricket bat onto his thigh, and also somewhere to the right of the cricket player. Yvetti shot his kneecap. We took turns shooting at him until we ran out of slugs. Zeb and I decided that he'd bled to death and we didn't need to get him in the head and/or heart. When we ran out of slugs Zeb and I laughed about how the Cricket player was dumb and didn't even move when we were shooting at him, and we didn't see any medics come assist him, and then when that was over, everyone was sitting on the tramp talking. I was cold, and also not knowledgable about anything they were talking about, i.e. the scores they got in exams i didn't even take, so I went inside by myself and just thought to myself. I was mega mopey and feeling sorry for myself and on the verge of tears. Actually i think some tears squeezed themselves out, the damn things. I was just thinking about how much it sucked, going to school here. Not that school is so bad but I have no accurate way to measure what I'm learning, coming in the middle of the year, and I have no way to assess myself, and I didn't know how intelligent I was or anything and it was really unfun (for lack of a better term). But when everyone came inside, I got to talking with them about things I sort of knew about. Actually, I listened to Andrew and Zeb talk about Diablo 2 and threw in my comments on occasion because i knew what to say. *shrug* It was all in all, an okay night, despite my mood swing. Ha, I'm such a bitch. Mood swings and all. I must be PMSing. I hope. I miss home. I miss snow. I had a dream I got to go in a room full of snow. I built a snow man. It was so happy. Somewhere, the sun is rising.
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for some reason, you reminded me of mrs. bucket. thanks for the sympathy. or whatever it was.
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I miss home too! Christchurch that is!!
But...tomatoes are fruit. And tomatoes are yummy. And good for you!!!
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Did Aaron and I teach you much for Diablo 2 to be a viable source of info? Hehe, you should have told them how awesome me and aaron are and that we'd waste them. Anyways, I'm making sure your diary isn't boycotted any more. And you are still my awesome little soulmate that is forever poetic. Have a great one Resa Roo!
I'll compact some snow in a box and send it over to you. Free shipping.
mrs. bucket is this prim and proper old lady who insists her name is pronounced 'bouqet'. it was an old english sitcom called keeping up appearances.
ooh, that sympathy was slightly more convincing.
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being away from home is hard, and having to have two places to call home is even harder, but that's the way it has to be,i guess.
crazy american folk, with your not knowing good british comedy. you do at LEAST know who rowan atkinson is, right. if not, you must be hanged and burned.
and maybe you should just give up the attempts at sympathy. it's terrible.
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heyhey, being american is sexy. being badly sympathetic is deserving of having your toung cut off with a river rock.
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hello there. happy january 19th. have a swell day today.
ah, your tongue may be indestructable, but is it any match for my HAIRY NIPPLES OF DOOM!?
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in which case i doubt i could use the nipples. i might have to just leave the tongue alone. either way, i'm gonna have to paddle ya...
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