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[15 Mar 2005|04:25pm] |
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I wish it'd just rain already. There's been this dull feeling around for the past couple of weeks and its driving me more insane. If its going to rain, I wish it would just do that instead of becoming adamant on torturing me with its nasty little signs.
Speaking of nasty things, anyone feel up to an assassination?
Good thing is, that with March comes the promise of Summer. No, wait, Spring. But Summer'll come. And with that comes the sun, and thus the end of my sitting by my window all day daring even a single drop of rain to fall. This is crazy. Oh, and classes'll be dismissed, too. I dont know if I can wait another single day.
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[24 Feb 2005|06:19pm] |
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BOBBY DRAKE!
YOU.ARE.DEAD.
[Private to Bobby]
I'm not joking. You are toast. I can not dribble a bloody basketball with my hand like this. Ugh.
[/Private]
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[18 Feb 2005|01:45pm] |
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( PRIVATE )
I suppose you all know about the argument in my dorm earlier, huh? Who cares, if I disturbed you just piss off and leave me alone. You wont have to worry about that again.
I am not stepping into that dorm again. Not ever. Certain things cant be forgotten this quickly and some of what that prat said to me fall under that category. No amount of apologizing on his part is gonna solve it. I'll sleep outside or in the danger room if I have to.
On another note...
Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth.
Only, I don't know how they got out, dear.
Turn me back into the pet that I was when we met.
I was happier then with no mind-set.
And if you'd 'a took to me like
A gull takes to the wind.
Well, I'd 'a jumped from my tree
And I'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.
New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries.
Hope it's right when you die, old and bony.
Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall,
Never should have called
But my head's to the wall and I'm lonely.
And if you'd 'a took to me like
A gull takes to the wind.
Well, I'd 'a jumped from my tree
And I'd a danced like the kind of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.
God speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs,
And bleed into their buns 'till they melt away.
I'm looking in on the good life I might be doomed never to find.
Without a trust or flaming fields am I too dumb to refine?
And if you'd 'a took to me like
Well I'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.
Would whoever's playing that too loud kindly turn it off? Its driving me insane. No pleases and no thank yous, just an 'I'll kill you or whoever crosses my path next if you dont'. Now. I'd be willing to bet its my previous next door neighbors, too.
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[15 Feb 2005|03:34pm] |
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See! That's a photo of my Grandpa's chickens and what I think he looks like now. And I know I'm 'Sinjin' so not really called after him, but...dad was ?
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[11 Feb 2005|04:31pm] |
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I've given up veganism for lent. Or not really.
You know something? I have to eat meat. Not by choice but by religion. I'm a hindu and my grand father, see, we all think he's gonna come back as a chicken. So no chicken soup. But by my branch of hinduism, I MUST eat meat. Mum's orders.
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[31 Jan 2005|09:31pm] |
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Sorry to everyone who placed a bet...but I'm getting used to no meat. Amazingly. I feel like a wild animal, living on fruit.
Oh, and if you see me wearing my jacket, dont jump down my throat because you think its leather and vegans dont wear animal products. Its false.
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[29 Jan 2005|02:47pm] |
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So I'm a vegan. Looking forward to a guilt free life of eating no animals. Definitely.
[Students only]
So...who's coming to my funeral?
[/Students]
I think I'll go burn something else
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[27 Jan 2005|07:32pm] |
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I've got a feeling I'll be playing hokey sick tomorrow.
[Private]
Long weekends rock.
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Eh, yeah. I dont like cold weather and I'm getting the flu yeah, that's believable. So Bobby, Piotr? Anything important happens, let me know. And I suppose I should ask you to let me know the homework, too. Not that I'll do it.
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[30 Dec 2004|01:38pm] |
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Rammstein - Amerika |
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Now that the cheerfulness involved with Christmas has almost disappeared, I can happily await the New Year and enjoy it like the New Year should be enjoyed.
In other words: teachers, dont you think we should have a big party that for once you know about? and help fund
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[24 Dec 2004|05:13pm] |
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Oh joy. Its Christmas again. Fantastic. Amazing. Whoopee. I so hope it snows.
Note the sarcasm.
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[17 Dec 2004|10:02pm] |
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You know what? I give up. Just because some people are childish and refuse to admit they're wrong doesnt mean I have to be that way (even though I didnt steal the damn fish)
Something should be done about the amount of homework we're getting. Seriously, man, its too much. And what does it matter how well we do? Its not like anyone's gonna think of hiring us for any jobs when we're old enough anyway. Who'd want us working for them? Go on, name someone. I cant.
I'm cranky and pessimistic because I'm tired. Its not late enough, really, but I think I'll go asleep. G'night.
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[14 Dec 2004|05:41pm] |
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Chevelle - Vitamin R |
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I just want everyone to know that, no matter what a certain Kitty Pryde might tell you, I dont go around taking innocent goldfish hostage...really...
Are you sure you didnt, like, misplace it, sheila? If your dorm is anywhere nearly as messy as ours, you should probably hunt around a bit before accusing anyone of taking something. But, psh! You evil little woman! Your fish went missing and you didnt know it happened! If Zippy went missing, I'd cry my heart out the second it happened. Yeah, everyone, John Allerdyce is attached to his lighter. But I'm sure even the freshmen knew that, hmm?
Speaking of messy dorms, it seems to be mostly my part of the room. So, um, maybe I should go tidy up now...a bit...slightly...ok, I'll throw some clothes under my bed and then it'll look a bit better...
Now, to find the motivation. Hey Kitty, god knows what I'll find! Maybe I'll happen upon that fish of yours which I've taken hostage!
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[05 Dec 2004|12:50pm] |
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Robert Louis Drake!
I never thought I'd see the day when you skip out on training! Dude, whats wrong with you? I know we're in the same dorm, so I could easily talk to you but...I've only seen you when we're about to go asleep in the past, like, forever.
I reeeeeeaaaaaaaalllllllllllllyyyyyyyyyyyyy need to talk to you!
Anyway, it's been established that classes are good for something. Talking. And that's why I need to talk to Bobby!
[Private, only students of the Xavier Institute can read]
This is why I need to talk to Bobby.
How does a party this coming Friday sound? I need to clear it with the icicle first, but it should be fine. All students invited (our dorm is big enough) but I'll warn you. If a teacher shows up, I will personally find out whoever snitched on us and smite them.
Around nine sound alright? I need to grab Bobby and go to get some stuff for it, but no one needs to bring anything (Aren needs to bring her skirt, though...hehe)
John pauses to scratch his head, chuckling to himself. Ah yes, he needed a break from all of this doom and gloom around the institute, and Bobby wasnt one to refuse a party, really, so he knew he'd have no trouble convincing him to have it in the dorm.
Frankly, I need a break from waiting for the next 'nice normal people' that want to come wake us up in the middle of the night.
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[21 Nov 2004|05:53pm] |
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Aside from getting myself into trouble with this thing, I really dont see what it can be used for.
I'd love to make a nice 'today was great, danger room was great. Math sucked, I failed my Science test, but hey, what can ya do? The world is still turning, I'm still alive. Thats all that counts.' but unfortunatly, if you dont know by now, I am not an optimistic guy like that. So I'll say that, yeah, today was alright. P.E. rocked. But I was waiting for someone to like, break into the mansion. Wouldnt be the first time it happened, would it? Oh yeah, thats right. Silly me, wrong time of day! It only happens when we're asleep, doesnt it?
So, for those students who dont know me (of which, I'm sure there are few), the name's John Allerdyce. Not Johnny and definitely not Jay. I'm a pyromaniac.
John laughs, pausing his typing momentarily to scratch his head. This was turning out to be some kind of 'alcholics anon.' except everyone knew who he was. He went back to typing.
What I mean by this is I'm obsessed with fire. So my powers come in majorly handy - I can control naked flame. Granted, I've never seen a flame that wasnt naked, but there ya go. At the moment, I'm majorly cold. Too cold.
And thirsty. So I think I'll go get a drink in the kitchen or something. Good bye, sayonara, au revoir, adios and all that.
Reading over his entry, John hits the 'update journal' button hastily. Straight after, he shut down his lap top, jumped out of his seat and bounded down to the kitchen.
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[11 Nov 2004|07:42pm] |
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Lifehouse - Hanging By A Moment |
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(an out of character test. Nyah! I'll edit it to be a proper entry when the game starts properly.)
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