Sunday, September 19th, 2004
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5:59 pm - duurr
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To whomever I added to my friends list on ishitpinecones, add me back you fucks.
current mood:  bored
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12:26 pm - PINE. CONES.
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Follow Burt to go to new journal and DON'T FORGET TO COMMENT. OR I WONT ADD YOU. :D
-The Kelsey.
current mood:  accomplished
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Monday, September 6th, 2004
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5:46 pm
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Wednesday, August 18th, 2004
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8:58 pm - woot! fetus!
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Tuesday, August 17th, 2004
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6:36 pm - And now for the REALLY IMPORTANT NEWS.
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12:08 pm - the flesh which I chew on
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Radical cheerleading was fun. After I got up the fucking ladder, that is. I am terrified of vertical heights. But it was all good. Condom demonstration tomorow. Hmmm.
While I didn't agree with everything they said (not a vegetarian or an anarchist for one thing) the general consensus was there in terms of social awareness and femminism. I totally dig it.
Coffee was excellent. I like Rick but I was lost for most of that conversation. Oh well.
I'm starving.
Aleta and I had the biggest bitch session last night. It was fuckin fun.
I'm tired.
I could really go for some food. Like a huge cheeseburger or a chicken sandwich or something.
Registration on thursday. Oh god. I am *not* looking forward to school. Thinking about it freaks me out.
I'm thinking about Warren again and his fucking beautiful lips.
current mood:  horny
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Sunday, August 15th, 2004
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10:37 am - flemmish street sweeper rampage (with screech owls)
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I heard one of these critters last night at about 4 in the morning. They sound like a cross between a small horse and a cat. Another one showed up and they started calling back and forth for about 10 minutes, then they were quiet. Neat. Better than being woken up by that fucking cement truck on saturday.
I hope they come back.
It reminded me that I heard a great horned owl (the stereotypical "owl".) one night last winter. That was *very* cool. They must be pretty common around here, because I remember one landing on a branch right over my head several years ago when I lived out in the country. HUGE bird. Big orange eyes. I was facinated.
Matt finally called on Friday, after I left two messages on his machine. I have a lesson this coming Friday, finally.
I'm still not looking forward to school, but at the same time I want to get it over with.
The weather has been beautiful lately, but weird. It shouldn't get down in the 60s in the middle of August. However, I am enjoying it. The crispness in the air and the bright blue sky today remind me of Colorado all over again.
current mood: good
current music: dont take me alive - steely dan
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Saturday, August 14th, 2004
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7:49 pm - bored.
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I want this.
And this.
My next layout just might be Steely approved. All this for a 70s jazzrock band named after a dildo.
All hail Aleta and Kelsey and their dildo-ceilinged apartment.
current mood: full
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9:50 am - i give up.
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After that hideous screaming fight with my dad last night, I can safely say I am sick of politics. That's it. I don't want to hear about it, see it, or smell it, for AT LEAST a week. The whole situation in this country is making me depressed. People are so divided over the stupidest shit that they can't even talk to each other anymore. I'm worn out.
And since no one takes me seriously anyway, I'm just not gonna fucking bother voicing my opinion anymore. Fuck it. That's it. And fuck you, dad.
current mood: sore
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Thursday, August 12th, 2004
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9:07 pm - mmm jon.
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Captain Detox: I knew a person who sucked a hamster into a vaccum cleaner on accident
Captain Detox: is it cruel to laugh at that?
rusalkinixie: LMFAO
Captain Detox: I did
Captain Detox: seriously
Captain Detox: I forgot who it was but they were like "OMG I JUST VACCUMED MY HAMSTER"
Captain Detox: and I sat there for a good 5 minutes just cracking up
rusalkinixie: LMGDAO
rusalkinixie: it DIED
Captain Detox: I know
Captain Detox: that's the funniest part
Captain Detox: and it died in a horribly humiliating manner
Captain Detox: LMFAO
...I have no soul.
current mood: horny
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Tuesday, August 3rd, 2004
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11:30 pm - "GAAAY"
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10:17 pm - weird
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current mood: bored
current music: the daily show
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Monday, August 2nd, 2004
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11:41 pm - ughn dead.
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fucking thing crapped out the first time I tried to post.
I want a cigarette. I keep thinking about it. I know it will eventually kill me but I love it. I love it I love it I fucking love it. I love the smell and the taste and everything. Arrrg I crave. Give me a cheeseburger and a pack of marlboros and I'll outlive all of you.
I'm hungry.
current mood: hungry
current music: conan
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2:23 pm - a man fucking a box turtle
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I busted up my shoulder really bad. Last night I tripped over something in my room, and went crashing and flailing to the floor, but not before managing to grab my dresser and twist my arm ALL THE WAY BACK. Now I can't lift it more than about 5 inches without severe pain. Jesus. I should probably go to the doctor, but I don't feel like it. Fuck that. It'll heal. Probably crookedly...
I want to watch "Rescue Me." It's my favorite show now besides Conan and The Daily Show, but it's only on once a week as opposed to every day like the other too. Which is irritating. I should just tape it I guess. I'll probably tape this week's. BTW, I taped Conan in his skivvies, Aleta. Huh.
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THAT WAS POINTLESS.
fuck you.
current mood: in pain
current music: make it better (forget about me) -tom petty and THB
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Sunday, August 1st, 2004
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2:06 pm - taco salad reefer madness
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2:01 pm - running naked and covered in cheese
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I am so tired.
Gettting a job tomorow. I don't care if I have to scrub toilets at the adult daycare center, I need money. It's insanely difficult to function without it in our society, once you reach a certain age. Bumming it off my parents is becoming less and less of an option.
My throat hurts.
Here it is, your moment of zen.
current mood: sore
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Saturday, July 31st, 2004
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10:55 pm - i snuck a retard into a sperm bank
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sperm band. hahahaha.
koituskru is the best thing to come out of champaign/urbana in years, man. We kick ass.
ass
ass
arse.
ass.
best band ever.
I cannot type.
insomnia compells me.
Who's at the zoo? Wallabies. A drunk tiger. And some kind of small dog.
NEW GUINEA
current mood: accomplished
current music: anal cunt - i snuck a retard into a sperm bank (on repeat)
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Wednesday, July 28th, 2004
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11:24 pm - I saw denis leary naked and I can now die happy.
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That fuckin Arby's oven mitt thing needs to go.
Everytime I see that piece of shit interrupting my fuckin tv time I wanna punch something in the scrotum and drink arsenic out of it's colon. Jesus.
Whoever decided that a fucking inanimate object with a bob saget complexion and a fucking irritating voice and a lawrence welk sense of humor would make a GREAT mascot needs to be shot in the gut and violently sodomized.
Oven Mitt: Hey guys! What's up?
RandomArby'sEmployeeStacey: Oh look everyone, it's our favorite smiling moron!
Oven Mitt: What? Haha, you guys sure are funny!
Stacey: Shut the fuck up and get over here, you little cocksucker. I can't take your shit anymore. Day in and day out it's the same fucking chipper ass BS and I'm fucking sick of it. Especially when your retarded ass craps your fucking pointless "humor" onto the screen while I'm trying to watch the fucking Daily Show. You sick little cunt. I've had enough.
Oven Mitt: But Stacey, I have a great new sandwi-WLLAAAA!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! ARRRG THAT HURTS!! NO DON'T PUT THAT THERE!!! PLEASE!! HELP ME, COLONEL SANDERS!! WLAAARG!!!!
Colonel Sanders: *pulls up in his cadillac with 3000 dead chickens* I aint helpin no one, bitch. I gots 50 hoes up in my crib and they all wanna chew on my drumstick. Now I gots to go find me some rubbers. Peace out! *SCREECH*
Oven Mitt: but...I thought ... you loved me ...
Stacey: SHUT UP, BITCH.
*And so the oven mitt died alone and sad, bleeding profusely from it's cotton anus, with a crowbar jammed into it's tiny useless brain.*
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That was nuts.
One final note: NBC BETTER GET IT'S SHIT TOGETHER BEFORE I KILL SOMEONE. I REFUSE TO MISS CONAN. I REFUSE. DAMMIT.
current mood: headache
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Tuesday, July 27th, 2004
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8:13 pm - I'll sit up with you big joan
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Oh Lux. I knew we were ment to be together.
Bethany, get out of there. Silly goose.
I knew it.
current mood:  blah
current music: Mary Jane's Last Dance - Tom Petty and THB
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Monday, July 26th, 2004
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11:09 am - sock eating monkeys
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Furs rocked. Richard Butler is soft and I want to eat his chest. Love love love.
Amie puked and passed out on the way home, and we got stuck in the traffic jam from hell coming out of Chicago. And I had to deal with decidedly chicagoan family members for two days. But it was worth it.
( Warren. )
current mood: okay
current music: heaven - psychedelic furs
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