WHEN THE DOG BITES
WHEN THE BEE STINGS
WHEN I'M FEELING SAD
I SIMPLY REMEMBER MY FAVORITE THINGS
AND THEN I DON'T FEEEEEEEEEEEL
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Hey!

So what's new???????????? :)

thinking about scandinavian flooring is an almost orgasmic experience

mm

I still have 4 hours of homework to do :)

yay

Plans for tonight

10-11: download African pop from iTunes
11-3: listen to it duh
3-5: homework :(
5-6:30: shower & sleep!

yay!

I grin at thee, thou grinning whale!

Halfway done! :)

checking in

ugh I hate Moby Dick sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much like lol

God my life is boring. I need to take up the mbira or go rock climbing or something.

I have no idea where this story came from, but I found it on my laptop, and thus, I post it.

Sophie Hamilton stared at the smoldering ruins of her house. It was a sweltering hot afternoon, probably over ninety degrees. Fahrenheit, not Celsius. She looked at her stuffed koala, named Mr. Stuffington, and said, “Oh, Stuffington, what are we going to do?”
“Sophie, what are you doing?”
“I’m talking to a stuffed koala. What does it look like, Tyler?”
“Sorry, but as your older brother, I think that you should stop talking to stuffed animals, especially Mrs. Snuttinson, or whatever your dumb bear’s name is.”
“It’s Mr. Stuffington, and for your information, I’m twelve years old and in the seventh grade. I’m old enough to talk to whoever, or whatever, whenever I want, even if it is just fabric stuffed with cotton inside. Just because you’re eighteen and will enter college in two months doesn’t mean that you can-“
“That’s enough, you two.” This came from Sophie’s father, George Hamilton. He was easily annoyed, especially when the heat was enough to give anyone without a fan or portable air conditioner heat stroke. Fortunately, a couple of the neighbors’ giant fans and some around-the-neck personal air conditioners from Christmas a few years back were keeping the family cool.
“Now, your mother and I have rented a hotel room downtown. It’s called-” Mr. Hamilton, started to say something, but was interrupted by one of his sons.
“What’s it called?” asked Colin, Sophie’s younger brother. Colin was annoying, bratty, and a nuisance – at least that’s what Sophie thought. Colin would’ve said the exact same thing about Sophie. Tyler, on the other hand, tried to be supportive of the family, but he was usually just a nuisance like Colin. Two annoying brothers Sophie sometimes got pushed over the edge by them.
“I was just getting to that,” said Mr. Hamilton through slightly gritted teeth. “Anyway, we’re going to stay at a place called the Thanksgiving Hotel.
“Ooh! I like that place!” said Colin ecstatically. “They have really soft beds, but not too soft – perfect for jumping!” Colin, always the annoying little brother, was getting even more annoying. Everyone in the family gave him a dirty look. “Sorry,” he mumbled, as he backed farther into the lawn chair he was sitting in, then, realizing that it was boiling hot from the sun, jumped back.
“So anyway,” said Sophie’s father, with a reproachful

A reproachful what? A REPROACHFUL WHAT, MAN?!?!?

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Merry Christmas!!!!!!!

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