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The Bad Beginning Phone Radio Logan, The Boy Who HATED Squirrels
The Digital Garden Evil Cinnabon & A School Rock Concert SAGGY. JEANS.
The Girl Who Can't Be Moved Our First Commercial Break My Gamer Sister and Her Seizures
Here goes. Let's hope this works. Okay, it does. Well, this is very barebones right now, but my friend Vee chose the layout for me. Adorable, isn't it? I mean, even if I'm actively decaying and the prozac isn't working anymore, i still want to give off a good impression! Well, this is all I feel like dumping right now, especially since I have to go to school in ten minutes. I'll try to add a hit counter and see how that goes...okay? I added it, its a little broken, but i think i can fix this up a little bit. I have to go to school now though, seeya! (well, not really, but still) Okay, I'm back. I WAS supposed to give you guys a page for my photography instead, but i'm saving that for AFTER the silver springs trip! Instead, I'm ranting about my phone's HORRIBLE FM radio tool! Back when I lived in Illinois, it'd be able to detect frequencies within a 30-minute radius almost EFFORTLESSLY, but over here in Florida? It can only detect ONE station. And its the COUNTRY channel in DUNNELLON. WE DON'T LIVE THAT CLOSE TO DUNNELLON, COME ON! A radio station 15 miles away and one 2 miles away, and i can only get the further one? WHAT KIND OF SORCERY IS THAT? Imagine all the songs I could've discovered today IF IT WEREN'T FOR MY PHONE'S HORRIBLE RECEPTION!!!! Bah, no wonder I need that Silver Springs 50s diner pizza. Oh yeah, mom's calling me to go blow dry my hair now, so seeya! Hopefully I feel better after the trip to the Springs! Okay, another quickie in honor of Squirrel Appreciation Day. I want to tell the story about my friend Logan...well, he wasn't really a friend, we all thought he was a stupid dork and a wannabe gangster. But anyways, Logan HATED squirrels; he hated them even more than our own teacher! And he MADE UP false allegations against the teacher so she'd get fired. One day, Logan dropped out and never came back. We all prophesized and predicted the day he'd return, finally settling on a Monday in February. The Saturday before that Monday, I was out shopping at a thrift store when I saw a real cute shirt with a squirrel on it. So, on the "day of Logan's return," I wore that shirt to school. He never came back, but still, funny memories. Anyways, I may start a digital garden for all my friends, because if you've seen my I'll Follow You Into the Dark image, you know a friend of mine is taking a break from the internet, but that break very well may become a permanent leave, as i've heard rumors of him deleting his account, therefore erasing almost a year of memories. The garden was my Mom's idea, first she wanted to buy a plant to honor him, then i twisted that into a garden for my friends, only to learn that its not a very good time to plant flowers, so I'll just make a digital garden. Okay, I'm back. Anyone enjoying the Digital Garden? You want another rant? Okay then, here's a rehash of the Cinnabon story from one of the LTEs of the past. So, back in May, I was trying to get myself a little treat, y'know? Then I go on the website and they're ACTIVELY TRYING TO BRAINWASH YOU. WHAT DO YOU MEAN "resistance is futile" "stop thinking" "give in to the taste" WHAT? WHAT WHAT WHAT? This is just absolutely bonkiers. Apologies for the fact that this rant is SO SHORT. I have to go work on the Digital Garden, however today I DID get to witness a concert at school. You see, West Port (my school) has its own rock band thingy, and today they held a concert. I joined right before they started playing Everlong and I stuck around for basically the whole concert after that. They also played Dear Maria, Count Me In, Enter Sandman Silver Springs, some Deftones song, and No Surprises by Radiohead. Hell, there was even a guy running a CONCESSIONS stand. I wish YOU (as in, THE READER THEMSELF) were there. Hey, maybe you were! I doubt it though, I wish I could show you the videos I took...it was awesome...I'm back. And I know what you're gonna say, "Shade, open up Rafflesia Road already!" Oh come on, I'll work on it!...eventually...Anyways, there's a weird fashion trend overtaking the boys at school: SAGGY. JEANS. About a month ago in Mr. Swanson's class, a guy came in to show off how saggy his jeans were AND STARTED TWERKING IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE CLASS. I almost ran up to him and pulled his pants clean down, only for Mr. Swanson to say "Sophia, someone already did that a few weeks ago, and they got suspended for it." And now I'm back to wondering WHY DO GUYS THINK SAGGY PANTS ARE SO COOL? As a (fat) girl, i like to keep my pants to my waist. ANY sign of a sag puts me into a panic, and I keep my shirt tucked in like a Starfleet captain most of the time. I remember reading the history of saggy pants once, and I heard it originated with gay men in prisons trying to show other men they were readily available, which is funny because the boys at West Port that sag the hell out of their pants claim they're as straight as a ruler...which makes me wonder if the kid with the sagging pants was trying to find a mate in our class. In California, its illegal for animals to mate near schools, and considering that kid and his saggy jeans, I think they need to install that law here in Florida. I don't need you trying to conduct a mating ritual IN FRONT OF MY PEACH SNAPPLE AND STAR TREK GUMMIES!!! I want to continue typing, but i have nothing good to type about. Maybe I'll go play GTA until i figure out what to do; after all, I DO have a PSP now! Well, that was an enlightening experiment. Anyways, I was probably going to put this in my diary, but i'm pretty sure I lost it, so I'll just type what I was meaning to write in my diary. WARNING: sappy content ahead, but its still sappy in a way where its fun and entertaining to read, because after all, my typing compared to writing feels different. I'm more compelled to do more. And now for what I was ACTUALLY trying to say. I stayed up ALL night last night, and i was feelin' pretty down, yknow? Remember my friend Sake/Buns whatever you call 'em (i'm pretty sure he's a guy, but lots of people have been callin' him a girl lately so I'm just trying to be in that blank area...so...THEY FINALLY RESPONDED TO MY MESSAGES! I can't believe it, THE person who inspired me to create the Digital Garden, THE person who was one of my dearest friends (even if they had friends they liked MUCH more than me,) and one of THE MOST AWESOMEST DANDY'S WORLD FANS EVER has finally responded to my cries. I did stop messaging them on Sunday because I didn't wanna scare him and I saw his account activity easing up and progressing. It's like if the girl ACTUALLY came back to the man who can't be moved...except we swap the genders around, so its a girl waiting on a guy for eternity. Speaking of The Man Who Can't Be Moved, when I first moved to Florida, me and Dad stopped at a "good, not shitty" furniture store to get my Super Awesome Silver Desks (well, really I wanted dark wood, but my bed is a light wood bed and there was no way in hell i'd ever choose that basic minimalist shit the rest of my bloodline is succumbing to because apparently existence in Dunnellon WASN'T already miserable enough) and as soon as we stepped in, I heard that familiar baseline and THAT DAMNED VOICE. Somehow, I was able to sing the entire song by heart, right there, right then. I can't help it, ITS SO CATCHY! "'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me, and your heart starts to wonder where on this Earth I could be, thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we meet, and you'll see me waiting for you, on the corner of the street, so I'm not moving...I'm not movinggg..." Least I think that's how it went. I'll go listen to the song to double-check. All this talk is reminding me that I should probably go fix that audio file on the digital garden. OOOOoooKAYYYY! I'm back! I totally gotta keep writing in this thing because Land Walrus over here's just going bonkers and none of us can keep up. And if you're wondering...No, I could NOT fix the audio file. However, I am glad to announce that we are adding advertisements to the LTE! Why? Because West Port won't let me on their TV station...they said i was too much of a n00b. Well then...I could cuss out everyone that's ever wronged me, but instead, we'll just do a commercial break. 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This rant probably won't be fully fledged due to obvious reasons, but hey, if i wanna bypass that STUPID LAND WALRUS, i gotta type, and i gotta type LOTS. Let's see what else I can write about. Oh yeah, my school's job fair -- no wait, i can't remember much except the lazy ass computer science team and the building blocks experiment. I should probably just dump that stuff in photography. Wait, my sister's going through some sort of brain test right now to determine her seizures. You may or may not remember she's been having crazy seizures for about a year now (starting in April or May after a trip to the nail salon) and we don't know what's causing em, so this woman came to our house and attached a bunch of weird nodes to my sister's head. She looks like she's being interrogated, but in reality she just came into my room to tell me she's been gaming for twelve hours straight. I sure am glad I don't suffer from seizures.I do wish I could game for twelve hours straight though. Too bad that the only opportunity for me to do that involves me giving up my free will to a video game, and its not worth it if you can't even chat. That's right, I STILL PLAY ROBLOX. I'd think you knew that by the fact most of the art on my art page is Dandy's World stuff. Oh yes, I've FINALLY typed enough to unlock the hide tag! How neat! Anyways, if I have any hope for NOT failing all my classes today, I need to go update. We finally have an ACTUAL updates page now, so that's neat. I may edit the text tags to look more sensical, as its a confusing clusterfuck right now. But lets save that for after school, okay? Okay. I lied, one last rant before school. I was gonna go on about how im an egotistical little bitch who believes my LTE is superior to everyone else's LTE (EXCEPT FOR FLAMING CHICKENS) but instead, i shall write about my Quero Toolbar thing. Crap, i got writer's block, but this is an LTE, not a murder mystery novel! ISNT THIS SO UNFAIR?? Just as things were looking up...*grumbles* Oh, and also, the thing fair page didn't work out. except to wait 5 milennia on that. anyways, i have like 5 minutes before i go to school, seeya around!