Well, here I am. After like 3 weeks of not posting, and months of not posting anything worthwhile.
The time has come.
I knew I'd be done with this thing someday, but in the days where I really needed an outlet, I couldn't imagine ever losing it. And now, well, I just don't feel any interest in A) Typing up my life hours after I've lived it every day or B) Having everyone read it. It was fun and dandy when I was an innocent freshmen typing, OMG LOLZ I WENT TO THE DANCE 2NITE!!1!!A1!
Well, not exactly like that. But you get the point.
If you want to know something, just ask me. It's too much of a cop-out to get to know me through a journal.
In conclusion, I will sum up my life as of right now.
I'm working at Frank's, I want to quit because I suck.
I'm failing math.
Midterms and Regents are next week.
My brother seems to be getting more bipolar every day, and it scares me.
My mom has (in my opinion) found her last boyfriend for a good while.
I'm writing. A lot. I got accepted to writing college at Simon's-Rock for the summer. ::excited::
NYSTEA was like 2 weeks ago or so, that was amazing. I made a great group of friends, even though one *coughnate* turned out to kind of be an ass. But whatever, ce la vie.
Simon will be here February 18th. Yes, In our town. ::more excited::
I can't really think of anything else. Maybe I havent been writing because my life is dull. Except...it isn't nearly as dull as it was last year, so meh. Maybe it's because I've been having so much mad sex and smoking so many mad blunts that I don't have time to type up what I ate for dinner.
But maybe not.
I ♥ you all, everyone that's ever read this. Keep being awesome. (I know I will =P)
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This is so close it's scary. 
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CountdowntoStars: im tough
EdHeadIsDedHead: mayb u should wrestle
CountdowntoStars: ill take you down, bitch
EdHeadIsDedHead: me?
EdHeadIsDedHead: all 6-3 of me
CountdowntoStars: all 6'3 of you
EdHeadIsDedHead: ur on
CountdowntoStars: this is war
CountdowntoStars: goin DOWN
CountdowntoStars: ..friday.
EdHeadIsDedHead: friday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
CountdowntoStars: oh yeah.
CountdowntoStars: im gonna pile drive you in the lobby and we'll knock down like 50 kids
EdHeadIsDedHead: bring on...ill be on the lookout
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CountdownToStars: Hmm is not an answer.
Simno Iamsi: i dont think its an answer
Simno Iamsi: bitch :-P
CountdowntoStars: whore
Simno Iamsi: pensi monkey
Simno Iamsi: *penis
CountdowntoStars: pensi, eh>
Simno Iamsi: its like pepsi, only better ;-0
Simno Iamsi: ;-)
CountdowntoStars: my dad was like penis monkey?
Simno Iamsi: lol
Simno Iamsi: your dad reads what i type. it ammuses me
CountdowntoStars: sometimes
CountdowntoStars: hes nosy like that
Simno Iamsi: but no, my hmm... isnt an answer at all
Simno Iamsi: its a resignation that there is no answer
Simno Iamsi: which is sortof an answer, i guess
Simno Iamsi: so i lied
CountdowntoStars: now my brother is saying peniis monkey
CountdowntoStars: seew hat you did?
Simno Iamsi: it is an answer, but a magical one
Simno Iamsi: lol
Simno Iamsi: yes!
Simno Iamsi: i am god
CountdowntoStars: damn you
CountdowntoStars: never!
CountdowntoStars: jesus was black
Simno Iamsi: and rachels family are my followers!
CountdowntoStars: no.
CountdowntoStars: theyre just easil;y brainwashed
CountdowntoStars: no big feat
CountdowntoStars: WEAK MINDS
Simno Iamsi: dance rachel's family, dance!
CountdowntoStars: ::puts tinfoil lined cap on::
Simno Iamsi: *psychically communicates with rachel's dad, telling him to take the hat off your head*
Simno Iamsi: (i am undefeatable. mwuahahahaha!)
CountdowntoStars: ITST NOTR GONNA WORK
CountdowntoStars: hes being brainwashed by poker
CountdowntoStars: you lose
CountdowntoStars: loser :-P
CountdowntoStars: penis monkey
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I hate christmas.
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He's so tired of this.
The kind of lipstick smeared off the corner of your mouth;
Stale taste of cigarettes and alcohol
Left over from someone you never loved
Tired.
He's so sick of this tiptoeing life,
Monotony creeping up like cancer.
Dirty secrets weighing him down like
Marbles in shallow pockets.
And she couldn't be more in love.
He's gridlocked.
Backed into a cold corner with
No exit in sight.
Late-night rendezvous and guilty sweat the
Only temporary escape.
She's thinking Jonathan, after her father.
I watch him break down.
Slapped on smiles and winking LCD girls his daily fix.
Each day at a time is just too much at once.
Cracking like water spilled on dry clay;
The pieces chip off silently.
Bridgette, for a girl.
He reeks of bad perfume that he knows she'll recognize
As unrecognizably not her own.
Her sweet scent of lillies contrasts the
Bright pink smeared on his collarbone.
He's so tired of this.
Stranger's patchouli innocently kissing the hairs on his chest tired.
She sleeps better believing he loves her.
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J4m3rz=<3
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My life is complete now that I've talked to the creator of Mall Monkeys.
My life is even more complete with the knowledge that he's awesome.
CountdowntoStars: I just got the MM CD, and I wanted to tell you that I love it. thanks so much for making it
Duhreetoh: haha, awesome!
Duhreetoh: thanks!
CountdowntoStars: I'm sure you get this all the time, but I just wanted to tell you myself
Duhreetoh: <3
CountdowntoStars: i know its kind of lame, but i just wanted to say thanks for making it. lol, it really did make a difference in my life. A resource of comedy does everyone good.
CountdowntoStars: and now that I have said that, i think my life is complete
Duhreetoh: haha.
Duhreetoh: you're the best person ever, you know.
CountdowntoStars: you too.
Duhreetoh: very inspiring! i shall bring it back!
Duhreetoh: some day.
CountdowntoStars: lol, i love the comments on the archives, like Kiersten and jess was just you trying to mack it with girls
CountdowntoStars: did it work?
Duhreetoh: hahahaha.
Duhreetoh: well, not with jess.
CountdowntoStars: aaah
CountdowntoStars: swing and a miss.
Duhreetoh: MM gave us quite the macking.
CountdowntoStars: haha i bet
Duhreetoh: it still is, actually.
CountdowntoStars: :-D
CountdowntoStars: cough
Duhreetoh: ahem.
CountdowntoStars: lol
CountdowntoStars: naaaah
CountdowntoStars: oh, I'm Rachel, sorry
Duhreetoh: oh, oops.
Duhreetoh: a girl.
CountdowntoStars: haha
Duhreetoh: I MEAN I DONT MACK IT EVER
CountdowntoStars: of course not.
Duhreetoh: hi rachel.
Duhreetoh: i'm eric.
CountdowntoStars: nice to meet you
CountdowntoStars: sort of.
CountdowntoStars: lol, you didnt think i was a guy, did you?
Duhreetoh: i didnt...think about it, i guess.
CountdowntoStars: countdowntostars might be a bit..hmm...not very masculine.
Duhreetoh: yeaahhhhh.
CountdowntoStars: lol, its ok no offense taken
Duhreetoh: <3!
Duhreetoh: :D
CountdowntoStars: haha
CountdowntoStars: LMAO <3!!11!
CountdowntoStars: heh
CountdowntoStars: oh man, jamerz is my favorite character.
CountdowntoStars: im a mm dork. definately
Duhreetoh: yeah, she rocks my socks.
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"'Hooking up' was a term known in the year 2000 to almost every american child over the age of nine, but to only a relatively small percentage of their parents, who, even if they heard it, thought it was used in the old sense of "meeting" someone...Back in the twentieth century, American girls had used baseball terminology.'First base' referred to embracing and kissing; 'second base' referred to groping and fondling;'third base' referred to fellatio, usually known in polite conversation by the ambiguous term 'oral sex' ; and 'home plate' meant conception-mode intercourse, known familiarly as 'going all the way.' In the year 2000, in the era of hooking up, 'first base' meant deep kissing, groping and fondling; 'second base' meant oral sex;' third base' meant going all the way; and 'home plate' meant learning each other's names."
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Simno Iamsi: ya know, i think that cows should officially be worshiped as gods again
Simno Iamsi: cause that would be hot
CountdowntoStars: hah
CountdowntoStars: they are in my house
Simno Iamsi: really?
CountdowntoStars: my mom LOVES cows
CountdowntoStars: and it kind of rubbed off on me
Simno Iamsi: mee-yow. mother and daughter share a fetish or two ;-)
CountdowntoStars: not to mention i love hamburgers :-D
Simno Iamsi: hmm... so you eat the things you love
CountdowntoStars: haha
CountdowntoStars: simon....
CountdowntoStars: c..can i..
Simno Iamsi: *backs away quietly with shifty eyes*
CountdowntoStars: can i eat you?
Simno Iamsi: well... if you really want to *unzips fly*
CountdowntoStars: NOT LIKE THAT
Simno Iamsi: oh, fine :-P
CountdowntoStars: sorry to disappoint you
Simno Iamsi: meh, you'd probably just bite it off anyway
CountdowntoStars: hahaha and keep it for my personal collection, right?
Simno Iamsi: if you really feel the need to :-P
CountdowntoStars: if i ever feel the urge rise
CountdowntoStars: ill call you
Simno Iamsi: ok
Simno Iamsi: i'll dread the next time you call me
CountdowntoStars: liar
ahahah wow.
Ok, so I saw Rob last night in the city. That was awesome, it's been a long time. More on that if I feel like posting it later.
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CountdowntoStars: the delivery guy at frank's looks like a mix of george bush and you.
CountdowntoStars: when i first saw him i was like holy shit thats weird.
Simno Iamsi: lol
Simno Iamsi: yea, hes probably from that one time i had sex with georgy
CountdowntoStars: hahah
CountdowntoStars: the illegitimate bastard son of george w. is my pizza delivery guy.
Simno Iamsi: its pretty hot like that
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