So there's this contest, right? It's this holocaust essay/poetry/art contest-type thing. well, my teacher picks three people each year to enter in the contest (of those who chose to tryout, so to speak) and go to the awards ceremony, where there are holocost survivors that you can talk to and like food and poetry readings and you miss like a whole day of school. so it's a totally cool experience, right? so i want to go. but i haven't written poetry since, who knows when, so i would completely humiliate myself, and put a disgrace to the name of my school, but i still want to have that cool experience and go and eat and talk to old folks and miss school, and all that jazz. so. what shall it be.
- Mood:
Alienated - Listening to: Valse d'Amelie
- Reading: born on a blue day
- Watching: youtube
- Playing: videos
Devious Comments
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"I just stole his mojo bag!"
"She stole his mojo..."
- Numb3rs
"I used to be free spirited, but now I'm just free of sleep. I've gotta burning passion in my throat, I've got a burning passion inside me."
- More for me by Tegan and Sara
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awkward pancake...
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Artificial Intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.~author unknown
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92% of teens would be dead if Abercrombie and Fitch or Hollister said it wasn't cool to breathe anymore. Post this if you're one of the 8% who would be standing there laughing.
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