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enamouredI had to PAY my brother for his Nintendo 64. He wanted to trade it. I gave him $15 for it, a controller, and two games. He wanted to trade it and his Playstations for an XBox. Stupid boy. In twenty years, when he wants all of his old systems, he'll regret trading them... while I, the one who kept the Atari and N64, will be laughing at him.
Anyway, I woke up at eight, the first time this summer. I need to get up earlier more. Especially considering that all of my joints have been extremely stiff and achy lately. This should not happen to me. I'm too young for this kind of thing to happen. Or so I've been telling myself. Maybe I'm just seriously in denial.
GreatestJournal has chat now! Oh God. I went in and experienced girls shrieking "OMG i luv Kevin Somethingorother!!!!" (he's the guy who sings that "Turn Me On" song) Then, when I went in later, someone was talking about the finer points of emo, only to have a deluge of "emo sucks!!!!1111" in response. Dude, if I want to chat, I'm starting my own room, danggit.
My ears ache. This is the one constant throughout the course of my life: a year cannot go by without my ears hurting. Le sigh.
And, oh, please please please don't let what I heard about the CSI cast be true. No no no no. If so, I can be reached in De Nile. Thank you.
Anyway, I woke up at eight, the first time this summer. I need to get up earlier more. Especially considering that all of my joints have been extremely stiff and achy lately. This should not happen to me. I'm too young for this kind of thing to happen. Or so I've been telling myself. Maybe I'm just seriously in denial.
GreatestJournal has chat now! Oh God. I went in and experienced girls shrieking "OMG i luv Kevin Somethingorother!!!!" (he's the guy who sings that "Turn Me On" song) Then, when I went in later, someone was talking about the finer points of emo, only to have a deluge of "emo sucks!!!!1111" in response. Dude, if I want to chat, I'm starting my own room, danggit.
My ears ache. This is the one constant throughout the course of my life: a year cannot go by without my ears hurting. Le sigh.
And, oh, please please please don't let what I heard about the CSI cast be true. No no no no. If so, I can be reached in De Nile. Thank you.
