Yay for my last entry lawlzz!!!!1!!!!!!!!!!111%&^#

That's right. Xanga is dead to me now. So I propose that we make the living room the *new* kitchen.

::sets couch on fire::

Haha! But seriously kids. Don't play with matches.

The Internet sucks lately. Nothing is happening. Tammy hates me. Max forgot who I am. This vacation is boring. Fish are too salty.

I feel like a lesbian 'cause Priscilla's been coming over every day for the stupid English project. You know what that means!

That's right! Time to $0|)Ǿ|\/|1żє my \/α57 imagination with pictures of |\|4|<ξ|) |\/|3|\|.

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HAPPY ANIVERSARY TO MEEEERRREEEE!!!!1!!!!!!CAPSLOCK

ONE YEAR AGO TODAY...

...a strange-looking thirteen year old spent too much time on the Internet and discovered a foreign boyband in the Amazon. Two to three weeks later, after much hassle over converting lunch monies, that little girl recieved three mail-order spouses with slightly opened button-down shirts, suspenders, and tight pants--much too tight for heterosexual comfort. Nonetheless, she took them out of the cardboard box labeled "This Side Up" and to this day the four live in harmony, joy, and feticirea.

=] Can you believe it's only been a year? X] Ah well. Teh honeymoon is over.

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I want some madd props, yo. XX]

Join if you haven't already done so. I was on Marik's xanga and saw my own blogring and it took me a while to realize I'd made it. Many years ago. And it wasn't a holly jolly Christmas that year, for many....were killed. From this day forward.

Okay uhhh

NEW SONG FOR YOU ALL! And by "for you all", I mean "me".

Blah blah blah insert words here.

It also has quite a bitchin' piano solo.

Who wants to know who wrote it. *Cough*cough*shutupVicki*

Clue number one: Yuan Yuan was right.

I be at Tammy's.

John is such a poseur (pronounced "poe-sewer"). He thinks he's white, but is Azn, due to the fact that he still has a xanga.

Tammy just asked me am I mad at him. =-0 Of couurrrrsssseee notttttt.

Oh whatever.

My mp3 player froze while playing "Whap-pa".

Which brings me to my next statement, which is: mp3 players suck.

That, and Whap-pa is teh sexiest song. Ever.

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO YOU ALL! TEEHEE!

I am proud to say that I am the only one who gave John a flower. Mucho hugs to John for defending me against Walaa, who for some reason hates my guts.

Just a little V-Day present to him:

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Average was a 92.67.

I'm currently searching for a better xanga picture. Any contributions will be more than welcome. In fact, if you send me a good enough picture, I will personally see to it that you become the President of some sort of foreign country. You may have your pick of Iceland or South Africa. No wait. South Africa's taken. Nevermind. Anyway, I'll make you a sweet deal. Maybe even send flowers.

That's how badly I need a picture.

But, between getting hit by snowballs thrown by poor people, talking about eloping with John Cimmino to New Mexico, and wasting away in a chatroom while a certain unmentionable Moldovan pop star tells us about his eyes and how they are red "because of orgasme on stage*", I have no time to spend looking for one.

A picture, I mean. You dirty little person you.

Now...lately, some of you have noticed I have no current obsession. Well, never fear. For my new obsession is...

Hahaha! Just joking! Did I scare you? I bet I scared you. I did, didn't I? Yeah.

Hokay. I shall sum up last Friday in one succinct sentence.

We all went to Sarah's and everyone was crying and I laughed inappropriately and ran to MacDonald's with Tammy, Jessica and John and we met these sluts from Mark Twain who kept saying "STUYVESANT??" and John laughed inappropriately at them and a hobo called John a girl and we ate all of Jessica's food and I walked back to Sarah's ALONE WITH JOHN UNDER THE MOONLIGHT WE WEEL KEESS IN THE MOONLIGHT YOU ARE NEVER GONNA CRY and then I got my stuff and went home and Sarah and everyone else ditched me =[.

This is the second time they ditched me. I'm never going anywhere with Sarah again. I'm serious.