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http://www.jesuscampthemovie.com/





hehehe *vomit*

This is my boyfriend, he loves the finer things in life, like swords, little girl's bikes, and big black men.

I am now living with my two brothers...three counting Matt. The appartment is a disaster and I no longer have any personal space at all. There is a tiny furball hiding under my bed who is the cause of many late night prowls that prevent me from sleeping. I think I am going to set up a little get away in my closet and hide there for the next six months.
Next year I am going to live by myself. I enjoy having Matt and Lex ... and Andrew... around, but I am starting to see why I was told not to live with anyone. I didn't think it would create much of a difference when we all moved here last August since I lived with Lex and more or less Matt aswell. Maybe I have gone about this all wrong. Perhaps I have been too much of a mother to them and perhaps they have let me. Either way, I will not regret this.

Tomorrow I am going to purge the appartment of anything I can. There is too much everything here. Hey Matt, want to help?

It is starting to snow. This might be movivation for an early morning adventure. Mmm... snow candy anyone?

Everyone and anyone who can should definitly come to the city and visit as I have no money to get home. I am sure that it is the same on both ends though, so I will simply say that I miss you and hope all is well.

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad. I swear I won't kick your ass and feed you to my pet snail.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

I am moving Sunday. I won't have the internet at the appartment so to any of you who have an interest in keeping in touch, email me or if you are really keen you can phone me or even visit :D.

That said...

I am moving :D:D:D:D:D:D

1.Your Name:

2. Age:

3. Fave Color:

4. Fave Movie:

5. Fave Song:

6. Fave Band:

7. Most Embarassing Moment:

8. Are you a virgin?


HERE COMES THE FUN ... ... ...

1. Are we friends?

2. Do you have a crush/attracted to me?

3. Would you kiss me?

4. ...with tongue?

5. Would you enjoy it?

6. Would you ever ask me out or go out with me if I ask you out?

7. Would you make a move on me in a movie theater?

8. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:

9. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?

10. Do you want to tell me something that you couldn't before?

11. If you heard a rumor about me, would you defend me?

12. Do you/have you talk(ed) crap about me?

13. Do you think I'm a good person?

14. Would you let me sleep with you (in the same bed)?

15.Do you think I'm Hot?

16. Would you call me just because?

17. Would you ever listen to my problems even if they dont involve you?

18. If you could change anything about me, would you?

19.Would you have sex with me?

20.Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?

21. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?

YOUR HOME IS WHERE YOU'RE HAPPY (aka HOME IS WHERE YOU'RE HAPPY)
-Charles Manson

Your home is where you're happy
It's not where you're not free
Your home is where you can be what you are
'Cause you were just born free

Now they'll show you their castles
An' diamonds for all to see
But they'll never show you that peace of mind
'Cause they don't know how to be free

So burn all your bridges
Leave your whole life behind
You can do what you want to do
'Cause your strong in your mind

And anywhere you might wander
You could make that your home
And as long as you got love in your heart
You'll never be alone

Just as long as you got love in your heart
You'll never be alone no no no
You'll never be alone no no no no

I AM FUCKING BORED!!!!

 

( Hobo's land of tin cans )

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I found this in Frenchy's for $1.50!!!!

(It's a Wild Thing from the book Where The Wild Things Are)

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v649/Dr-Death/000_2596.jpg


I also killed the Easter Bunny :D (Horrah for little wooden creatures and cranberry sauce!)

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v649/Dr-Death/000_2579.jpg

Its been a while since I updated this thing. Let's see... hmmmm..

I have a week off from school which is much needed. This means time to practice with Matt and Steve. Alex is home on Wednesday so I will be able to talk about a few things that have been going on lately which will hopefully lead to some remedies. Saturday I get to be dragged through department stores with my sister and Bec to look for *shudders* bridesmaid dresses...

I think I will be going up to see Andrew too, if time allows. Mom wants me to come over but I doubt that will be happening.

Things lately have been falling apart at alarming speeds. Nothing a lot of duct tape mixed with various substances wont fix though. I will be a happy camper when i can get the fuck out of here though. My wanderlust is very strong. I will be going to Montréal in May though; possibly with Andrew at that. This means drinking in bars :D

And with that thought, my motivation to update died...

Dance the night away by karchan85
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What you Look like
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Quiz created with MemeGen!

hehe

1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. Do you have a crush on me?
5. Would you kiss me?
6. Describe me in one word.
7. What was your first impression?
8. Do you still think that way about me now?
9. What reminds you of me?
10. If you could give me anything what would it be?
11. How well do you know me?
12. When's the last time you saw me?
13. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
14. Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?

soon my pretties, soon

could this acually be an entry?? might i have something to say that could possibly spark some intrest in an unsuspecting reader?

highly unlikely

nothign of much interest happening lately. mom has lost it completly so i am avoiding her. first semester is over so i have one exam and a lot of time off :D tomorrow i will have a faxe in my hand and it will be beautiful...and drunken

thats it..my motivation to update died

dramen

If you know someone that you wish was dying of aids, decapitation, hemroids, diareah, colon inflamation, the pink sock, ham tossing, inflamation of the bicepular muscles due to jewthrowing, ebola, eye socket parasites, the clap, diabetes, ecoli, general suffocation through vesetal strangulation, or death from having the catapult malfunction resulting in the damn chink falling out and crushing the bitch to death, please, feel free to post this statement in your journal because you are unorigional and attempting to be a hateful asshole. The only thing that you have to do is put me down as your source because i am a hateful, self serving pig of an asshole that loves recognition.