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Monday, September 13, 2004

oh man oh man, lemme see.

first week of school sucked and it's weird being a senior. i'm not looking forward to this week either.
my birthday was eh, i stayed home and hung out with my mom. chanti came after school to give me a card which was lovely.

thursday was the best day out of the week. christina took me to see napoleon dyamite for my birthday which all of you need to see asap. i couldn't stay in my seat i was laughing so hard. there were a total of 8 of us in the theater including christina and i. it was a good time, make sure to stay after the credits b/c there is more. then she took me out to eat at applebee's. i had the veggie patch pizza b/c mostly everything is meat on the menu. i bought the dessert b/c she was so nice paying for everything. on our way home we stopped at this ball field that had a huge hill and rolled down it. my stomach didn't feel to good but we ran base anyway. if anyone was watching more than likely they thought we were drunk.

friday i went to a football game... well not really b/c we didn't watch it; christina and i just stood on the gravel talking to ethan and keith. waste of time overall.

i have now seen chase (if you don't remember the kid i kissed very drunk) and i have now come to the conclusion that i was very very very drunk. i had no judgment. although if he grows his hair out more like before maybe he'll look better.

today i was looking through scott's cd and found the queen of the damned soundtrack along with many other really bad cd's and thought nothing of it. i then remembered the many years ago i turned on rockin 101 and there was an interview with wayne static and jay gordon (some other people i don't remember too) about the soundtrack. upon remembering this i screamed "bloody hell, jay!" flipped back and sure enough he had a song on there. it's weird without the "orgy sound" to it or a synth but hey there's orgy's new cd for you right there. at first he was using this winy voice and i had lost hope... but his voice started to improve. although i don't really like the "goth" sound after a while the song grew on me and i had goose bumps; his voice is really good.

i think mike fabel likes me and it's weird.


shaina loves the jews at;
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a picture of me.

my name is shaina and i will eat your children.

i eat sultry roasted homo sapien flesh on a daily basis, only to purge it into a rusty bucket in a matter of minutes and feed it to the dogs.

i'm in the pomeranian fur trading business with crack dealers in newark.

i am happy. i am with someone who makes me feel amazing, who i love more than i thought you could love someone. it is fucking awesome. i love my life.

also, i like to laugh. it keeps me from killing people.

my blogger profile
oh look, it's a myspace.


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the six degrees of seperation from kevin bacon.
planet brenda.
spitonastranger.
bobby burgess.
buddyhead.
demon baby.
stephanie sparer (has no life).
everything is dumb v3.

if you're going to do drugs get educated and be safe.

eyeball kid.
the heirophant.

i hope my future boyfriend looks like this.

blogger, my love.

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