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[08 Jan 2009|10:53pm] |
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I probably am doing that.
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[02 Nov 2008|04:05am] |
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Atonement
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[15 Mar 2007|01:08pm] |
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So umm yeah I totally busted out my two front teeth via biking on Monday morning and had them fixed by the afternoon.
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[29 Sep 2006|08:46pm] |
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moral of the story -don't bother-
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[31 Aug 2006|01:49am] |
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Look into my eyes. One of them is fake. I lost it in an accident. Since then I have been seeing the past in one eye and the present in the other. -Spike damndedest thing I was riding my bike today to forget the past and this was the only thing that kept on running through my head.... Night all
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[26 Jun 2006|03:04am] |
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A long day's Journey into Night is playing at the Irish Classical theater and I WILL NOT MISS IT.
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[18 Jun 2006|02:51am] |
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Twelve yeas ago today, it all happened. The horror I remember it all.
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[31 May 2006|09:52pm] |
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so apparently my phone wasn't locked when it was in my pocket today at oh say 9-30ish it made alot of calls ALOT....ooops
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[03 May 2006|05:22pm] |
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I wonder if people are really stupid enough to believe that deleting a comment from my LJ means somehow it won't still be in my email. bitches.
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[30 Apr 2006|07:59pm] |
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Good bye old friend
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[13 Feb 2006|10:38am] |
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I had a great date, I hope she liked me. I hate crazy ppl who try and kill me. I now love the perry bible fellowship.
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[01 Feb 2006|10:04pm] |
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I asked out the smartest nicest most beautiful girl in my German class, and she said yes! And my copy of my encyclopedia finally came in the mail. God Damn what a fine day
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| News Flash |
[22 Dec 2005|02:28am] |
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Okay so yeah who's with me, the host of Discovery's "Dirtiest Jobs" will never ever ever never ever ever have a problem finding work. How many hundreds of different jobs did will he have picked up going from one skank ass job to the next. Only problem is he'd know it was going to suck. Oh well he's my new hero now, so yeah Encyclopedia of Time is a go. He (the Editor) got the contract and I'm going to be submitting to him a list of articles that I'd wish to write about by Sunday. So double yeah, Only one more class grade too go, then I'll know whether or not I still will have that sweet sweet threefive, I need a B+ or better in Mth 417 Survey of Multivariable Calculus. Wish Me Luck, Mac out...
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[19 Dec 2005|11:22am] |
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Bam ah shcool done, Encyclopedia of Time updates soon,will i keep my threefive????
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[12 Dec 2005|08:35am] |
 Dear Santa...
Dear Santa,
This year I've been busy!
Last Thursday I put gum in ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) crewschild's hair (-12 points). In November I broke natizzle's X-Box (-12 points). Last Friday I gave wolfhickey a life-saving blood transfusion (50 points). In September I turned urbanpilgrim in for farting in church (3 points). Last Sunday I bought porn for moshiihsom (10 points).
Overall, I've been nice (39 points). For Christmas I deserve a toy train!
Sincerely,
Dmonight |
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[17 Nov 2005|11:46pm] |
“The Invisible Club”
I didn’t think very much of Wesley Carter when he walked into homeroom one
Monday. He was tall and skinny with unkempt blonde hair and pale skin. His
eyes were icy blue and he was wearing faded jeans and a vintage t-shirt. But
I didn’t pay too much attention because I was mad. My Mother had slept in
too late to drive me to school. I hadn’t had enough cream cheese for my
bagel, and because of my seventy percent in Science, I wasn’t allowed to go
to a party on Friday night. On top of all that, when I walked to school, I
got slush in my shoes and I had a runny nose feeling that tickled every time
I took a breath. The rain that had been falling taunted me the whole way to
school. All in all, it was not a good day.
Wesley Carter was a transfer from a neighboring town. I live in one of
those towns where everybody knows everybody else, and it was a good chance
that you could leave your car doors unlocked and nothing would happen. Safe,
right? The teacher had introduced him and he’d shifted his weight
uncomfortably under the new-kid stare the whole time.
After homeroom, my day went on pretty normal, if you consider having a
gawky, awkward boy following you around normal. It turned out that My and
Wesley’s schedule were identical. Therefore, I was in charge of showing him
around. He was polite enough at first, but then he began to get annoying. He
asked endless questions. “How many people are in this class? Does the
cafeteria always smell like this? Does that girl always wear her hair like
that? Is this teacher boring?” Plus, Wesley was just plain weird. He never
talked, and when he did he asked endless questions. After about a week, he
had been adopted into the “Invisible Club.” Meaning that no one noticed him,
and if they did, they didn’t like him. I felt sorry for him, but He never
made an effort to make friends. I became wrapped up in my teenage problems
and forgot all about Wesley. Therefore, I never noticed that he would come
to school with a bruise on his arm or a cut on his lip every once in awhile.
After two months things started to get a little excited. Wesley became the
victim of the most popular boy in school, Brett. Brett was a jerk. He was
one of those guys who picked on people for no reason, and got in fights some
of the time. Except they weren’t really fights, because he would pick
someone so weak that it would just be Brett pounding the living daylights
out of some guy. It made me sick. Well, one day I guess Wesley really ticked
Brett off. To this day, I still can’t remember exactly how it happened. I do
remember Brett sending around hushed murmurs about jumping Wesley after
school. This just made me upset. Wesley never did anything. Yeah, he was
weird, but he never offended anyone because he never spoke. It just so
happens that that week I was partnered up with Wesley for a Social Studies
Project, one of those mindless things where you find information that you’re
going to forget next week. Sometimes, I just don’t understand the point of
school. I really don’t. The last thing I wanted to do was be working on a
project with the invisible boy. Everything had been changing with me lately.
My Mother and I talked less and less. I was walking to school practically
every day now. I was also starting to fall even more behind in schoolwork.
This project was going to be a big grade so I figured I might as well put a
little work in it.
After school one day, I realized that I had forgotten to get the notes I
needed for the project from Wesley. The project was due tomorrow and I
really needed those notes. I went to his locker hoping to catch him before
he left, but he wasn’t there. I looked around the school for at least twenty
minutes, but he was nowhere to be found. That was when I got that sinking
feeling in my stomach and all the hushed rumors of jumping Wesley and
beating him up came back into my head. I also notice that Brett and his
friends were nowhere to be seen either. The sinking feeling got worse, and I
ran outside of the school. Not to my surprise, I found a group of kids
standing in a circle. Pushing my way through the crowd, I saw the spectacle
that everyone was crowding around. Wesley was lying on the ground and
holding his stomach. There was a cut on his lip and he was grimacing. Brett
had a crazy smile on his face, he was laughing wildly. Then he let out a
sharp kick to Wesley’s stomach. When Wesley was hit, I could feel the anger
surging through my veins, adrenaline pulsed through my body, and I clenched
my fists. I could feel my blood begin to boil in anger, and I could barley
feel myself walking up towards Brett. But, oh could I feel it when my fist
collided with his face. That’s right; I hit that boy right in the face and
helped Wesley up. That’s when my senses came back to me. I could smell the
smell of the rain that had not let up all week, and I could feel everybody’s
silent eyes on me. They were waiting. Wesley tried to brush me off, but I
wouldn’t let him. I told him that I would walk him home. I walked him away
from the laughs of the cruel people.
He told me where his house was, and I recognized that it was in a battered
part of town. Nevertheless, I still walked him home. When we reached his
house, the air felt thick and smoky. The front stairs were rickety, and I
wasn’t going to chance them. The house was a major fixer-upper. Paint peeled
off the walls and masking tape provided a quick fix for a broken window in
the upstairs. Wesley didn’t say anything, he just gave me a look and left me
standing there on the sidewalk in front of the house. I was at least
expecting a thank you, but maybe he just wanted to clean up or something.
Almost seconds after he disappeared into the house, I remembered I had
forgotten my notes. Chancing the steps, I walked towards his front door and
was about to push the rusted doorbell when I heard the yelling. “You good
for nothing boy! What did you do now? You gone and gotten yourself all
beaten up again?” A deep voice shouted. Then a thud, then breaking glass.
There was some more slurred shouting, a couple crashes, and then suddenly
Wesley burst through the door. He was wearing a new bruise on his cheek and
a small, bleeding cut near his eye. At that moment, I felt smaller than I’ve
ever felt before. I just stood there, dumbfounded and embarrassed. There was
an uncomfortable silence and then Wesley reached down and took a crumpled
piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to me, Social Studies notes.
I took them gratefully and was turning to walk away when Wesley said, “I
just wanted it to be different this time. I thought maybe if I made friends
that it would stop. He only does that when he’s drunk you know. My Dad.” I
felt like sinking into an endless hole. “Thanks for the notes.” I said, my
voice came out groggy. Some shouts erupted from the house and Wesley winced.
“Natalie.” He said slowly. He had never said my name before. The way he said
it made it sound like he was just savoring the word on his lips. “I know you
don’t notice me because, well, no one does. Anyway, I really like you and I
was wondering, you know-” More shouts came from the house. “Would you like
to go get something to eat with me?” He looked at his shoes as soon as he
was finished. I felt a slow smile spread across my face. “Sure.” I said,
offering my hand. He took it with a big grin playing across his face. As we
walked hand in hand down the street away from his broken down house and
abusive father and from anything that ever made me doubt that he was a real
person, I thought about how I think Wesley’s okay , and if there ever comes
a time that he might need someone, I have a feeling that time is now, and
I’ll be there for him.
-Kara McGonnell-
a published work by a 9th grader, my camper
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[21 Oct 2005|12:25pm] |
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Doing much better, makin good money going out alot with lots of different people. Still empty as all hell but hey it kills time till time kills us.
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[08 Oct 2005|09:36pm] |
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72 dollars in tips, yet somehow I just don't care something is missing. It seems like I'm spending my whole life in the undergraduate physics library, not on account of physics work but I just don't leave when I'm done. It's not like I have anything to go home to so why not stay.
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[06 Oct 2005|06:34pm] |
Satan
You scored 62% Pride, 62% Envy, 72% Ambition, and 55% Deceitfulness! |
| You are Satan, the consummate villain, and the ascendant figure in the unholy trinity. Throughout history you have been called The Serpent, The Accuser, The Devil, Lucifer, The Prince of the Power of the Air, and The Dragon, among other things. Your “compatriots” in the unholy trinity, the Antichrist and the False Prophet, are merely pawns in your futile struggle with God. Though, they probably don’t know this. This is because you are a master of deception; indeed the Bible calls you “The Father of All Lies”. You are also very ambitious, and you strive to be in positions of the utmost authority. Unfortunately, it was impossible for you to obtain the highest title in heaven and this is part of the reason why you decided to leave. Of course, you couldn’t just leave by yourself, so you managed to use your deceptive abilities to get one third of the angels in heaven to join with you in revolt. God put down the rebellion and expelled you from heaven. To most people, it would seem foolish to start a war against God, but pride can sometimes cause people to do foolish things. In heaven, you were the most beautiful and powerful of all angels and you were well aware of this. Unfortunately, you let your pride consume you and your passions led you down the road to perdition. After you were expelled from heaven, you let another one of your attributes consume you—envy. You knew that you could never defeat God, but you could attempt to destroy humanity, his most beloved creation. Your goal is to bring as many people as possible to suffer in Hell with you. Fortunately for you, but unfortunately for the rest of us, you’ve been endowed with all of the attributes necessary (deceptiveness, confidence, ruthlessness, and ambition) to do a terribly good job at this. |
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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 71% on Pride |
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You scored higher than 77% on Envy |
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You scored higher than 74% on Ambition |
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You scored higher than 58% on Deceitfulness |
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[05 Oct 2005|12:09pm] |
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I bust my ass studying 8hrs for this math test and all i have to show for it is this big fat A, yay :)
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