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Still trying to stay out of the way of my description. Silly obtrusive thing.
Had a very pleasant catlike buffet-style dinner with Becca, Jen, and Molly.
Apparently Tucker likes me? Hnn..if this is confirmed I'll be certain to act on it.
Nice guys with blue hair are appreciated. Or black hair. Whatever color his
hair is now.
I passed My Generation on Heavy, which i'm very proud of. No matter how much
of a D it was, i learned how to do gallops all by myself ^_^.
Two things very very wrong and messed up happened today.

#1-As stated in ryan's profile, I mistook my pager for a brownie and tried to eat it.

#2-While waiting for Becca and them (which i was for a long time..) a man called me over, looked about 30ish and asked me what i was doing. I said i was waiting for friends and attempted to walk away. But then he called me back and asked me how old i was. I gave him a weird look and said 15 (which might have been stupid if it wasn't overcrowded by people and i'm sure i could kick his ass anyway). And he said "o, you're too young..i thought you were one of the girls that, you know works around here..". He gave me an interesting look. Then it hit me.
He thought i was a hooker. A friggin prostitute doin the walk (i was pacing outside target..) . God fucking dammnit.
Either he was a really stupid man or I look like a hooker. Or both. Whatever. For the record, i'm not a hooker.
This was heavily disturbing me. But in any event it is a sad story now. I can joke about it, but i feel weird..
I AM NOT A HOOKER!
looking back, I truly wish i had kicked him in the nuts.
Why does this stuff always happen to me?

"Drugs may lead to nowhere, but at least it's the scenic route."-Steven Wrickity Wright.

i didn't quote on the last blog.

"Now everyone will want to be hannahs friend, because if you're
walking home from school with her, and its cold out, and you don't
have mittens, you can stick your hand in the back pocket of her
shants and it will be warm!"-Ferro on my shants. I'm glad he liked them so much.

School.
Its good. Mellissas butterfly wings were the shiz, as was Katies shirt, 'medas dreadlocks, and another persons dreadlocks i saw later. I don't know who they were. Ryan helped "clean" the floor in the gym lobby ^_^. I lunched with Alison. The cap of my green tea was the same shade of green as her folder. I have locker 400 at gym (...somebody took locker 666...temme...). Mr Jacobs made a clock work with an orange juice battery :-O! Awesome. Mr Ferro made me stand on a chair and explain my shants. FERROED! Ow, my skin!
A very very important thing: I LOVE ALYSSA SIMPSON! I saw her like 8 times today and she waved back every time i said hi! You can risk a lot by turning around and waving. I've run into several poles that way. So Alyssa gets a special award. It looks like this

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Its the..um..honeycomb..award..
Sugoi, ne?

Something else important!
My parents have equipped me with the traditional "going into highschool virtual leash" otherwise known as a beeper. They will be tracking my every move. This works to your advantage. If you need to get a hold of me, now i will always be able to be reached. Because my pager is cute and clips onto most pants.
HERE IS THE NUMBER. (i don't really care if a stranger pages me...what are they gonna do, find out the payphone's address and rob it?)

215 508 8660

HA! THE WORLD IS MY BITCH!
I have school tommorow. O lovely.
Excuse me while i stick my head in the oven.
BUt on another note..
I GOT A JOB! ^_^ Squuueeee!
Working at the art magazine my bro
used to work at. It's called Relentless imagination.
It's only two days a week, Its all art and writing,
i hang out with cool people, and its paid for by a grant
so i don't get any taxes taken off.
HA!

However, this brings my extracurricular total up to astronomicals.

Relentless Imagination
Tae Kwon Do
Kung Fu
Tap
Hip Hop
Gay Straight Alliance *yes, i plan on joining ^_^*
key club
Student Council
Therapy
(if it's on my off time, its extracurricular.)

Then theres eating, sleeping, hygiene, homework, all those minor details..
Social life? Unlikely.
Boyfriend? Even more so. But thats always been unlikely because i'm a total nutcase.

"90% of the mind is 50% of everything"-Yogi Berra. It's possible i misquoted.

Muwaha... You're a lot like me... =^-^=

I probably like you a lot... and we most likely
get along very well... ^-^

If I haven't met you before, we definitely would...
E-mail me or something. XD


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feeling
strange
and
sick.
Dandruff
sucks.
Red vs Blue
will
not work on my
freaking
computer.
I aim to make my description
shorter.
Need to think of a satisfactory one.
I'm sorry about not getting you to
the mills Alison, my car is small. Fooey
on
my
car. Heh. However smelly it may be
it is
my
undriveable
car.
One day until school. Die school die. Because i'm bored and in need of entertainment, let me try writing some haikus.

School empties the brain
All i can hope is that there
Will be some bomb threats.

My eye itches some
Perhaps the Zyrtec did not
Shield me from Wafflez.

Bartle IM's me
I think he should think about
Getting a haircut

Actually I
Might just sneak into his house
and snip snip snip snip

Truthfully i have trouble
talking to someone when i
cannot see their face

Meh, it is not worth
My spare time to bother with
Such trivial stuff

A ceramic tool
Sits upon my white desktop
I'm sure it's boneless.

If a rainbow was
Delicious like a spongecake
More fat Leprechauns

I found two dollars
In my pyjamma pocket
Misspelled Pyjamma

*this one is by keanu reeves*

It seems to me that
My girlfriend has just dumped me.
Must be the matrix.

*Me again*

hahahahaha
hahahahahahaha
I schooled keanu.

My sneaker itches.
I smell very bad after
Gouging out my eye.

What? five syllables?
Next you'll want seven of those
Stupid fucking poem.

"The door sign reads/ no shoes, no shirt, no service / nothing about pants"-Just another one of them anonymus haikus.