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Post by DetectiveDupin on Feb 17, 2004 4:55:18 GMT -5
My Day:
I woke up. Waited for my cousin to get up. Talked to him. Went downstairs, watched television then ate breakfast. Now I'm here.
I know. My life is a soap drama.
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Post by Freshie on Feb 17, 2004 12:59:35 GMT -5
My Day So Far: Woke up at 6:30am. Went back to bed. Woke up at 10am. Went back to bed. Woke up at 12:30. Slapped myself to stay up. Got out of bed. Went downstairs. Got me some Oreos and milk. Walked another flight of stairs. Turned on the lights. Turned on my computer. Ate some Oreos and drank some milk. Came here.... My life is so much fun-filled!..  |
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Post by DetectiveDupin on Feb 17, 2004 13:11:08 GMT -5
Mine too! People would pay money to hear about my day, I bet you.  |
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Post by Freshie on Feb 17, 2004 13:25:07 GMT -5
Yeesssssss. They'll pay me too. In which, my plan might be starting soon, ok not that soon but still...Hehehehe.... Ha. Just ignore me. |
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Post by SnicketFires on Feb 17, 2004 20:54:17 GMT -5
Today I learned how to ballroom dance. It was fun but confusing.
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Post by DetectiveDupin on Feb 18, 2004 9:22:00 GMT -5
Hehe...ballroom dancing. We had line dancing in our school. It was so embarrassing, but I had saxaphone lesson so I missed most of it. Yay!
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Post by Tyler on Feb 18, 2004 10:35:15 GMT -5
I'm going roller blading today. I can't wait to fall on my bottum alot.  EDIT: Just a wee thing that no one will notice... It is I who started the second line of pages of The Longest Thread Ever (started by Zach). |
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Post by DetectiveDupin on Feb 18, 2004 11:10:03 GMT -5
And I am the brave person that posted the 348th post of this thread.
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Post by Tyler on Feb 18, 2004 11:21:58 GMT -5
And I am the brave person that posted the 348th post of this thread. Your post is the 346th... |
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Post by DetectiveDupin on Feb 18, 2004 11:25:15 GMT -5
Yeah, that's what I meant to write.
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Luigi
Bewildered Beginner
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Post by Luigi on Feb 18, 2004 11:41:22 GMT -5
*hum* *hums*
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Post by Freshie on Feb 18, 2004 14:33:19 GMT -5
My mind talks to itself...really, it does
One side being the mother and the other being the teenage girl..
READ IT AT YOUR OWN RISK! Why I said that, I dont know. *shrugs*
*in teen's room*
Mother: Thats stupid! And crazy and, and stupid!
Teen: But mother!
Mother: You know its stupid to have int-
Teen: Yes, I know. So does that make me stupid?
Mother: A little bit stupid. You could least give some thought about-
Teen: Ugh!
Mother: What?
Teen: You dont care about my feelings do you?! No, you dont. You never leave me and my stupid int-
Mother: Listen! I do care.-
Teen: Yeah, right..
Mother: Fine! I'll be going now. I must go shopping anyway. Do you need anything?
Teen: Yes, *quietly* Him..
Mother: What was that?
Teen: Um, nothing. I dont need a thing.
Mother: Ok. *leaves*
Teen: *to herself* Must figure out why I lik-
Mother: *from out of the room* Are you sure you dont need-!?
Teen: Um, yes mom!..Oh wait! Do you have some money I can borrow? And possibly some sort of Kylie Minogue disguise?
Mother: Er- Why? *comes into the room*
Teen: Classifed.
Mother: Ok. Dont start this with me again. Why do you need these-
Teen: To um, travel! *smlies* And stuff..
Mother: *throws a look* *sighs* Im sorry, but I dont have money I can just give away.
Teen: But you'd be giving your money away to the supermarket!
Mother: Thats different. I'm getting stuff in return. What would you give me in return for the money I'd give you?
Teen: Um, I dont know really but maybe-
Mother: Ha, thought so. I'll be off now. Bye.
Teen: But I didnt finsh!
Mother: Ok then, go on!
Teen: Maybe, *gulp* you'd have a, I dont know, a family? *nervous look* >.<
Mother: O.o Hmm. I dont know what to say about that, except I just hope it has nothing to do with that A-
Teen: Mom! Ok, fine. Forget it. Forget it all. Who cares about it now. We'll just leave it all alone. We'll never really talk about this again.
Mother: What do you mean never really-?
Teen: Dont you have some shopping to do? *smirks*
Mother: Oh yes. But-
Teen: But nothing. Hurry along now. *gently pushes mom out the room and out the front door toward the car*
Mother: Ok. *gets into car* Are you sure you dont want anything? *starts car*
Teen: Yup. Im all set. *mother starts to drive away* Oh, and dont worry! You'll still invited to the wedding! ^_^ *the car almosts crashes into another car, or something like that, I dont know*
Ugh...what I mind I have...
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Post by SnicketFires on Feb 18, 2004 17:17:44 GMT -5
Nice.
Today I went shopping and bought three pairs of pants and a martini glass.
This is the 351st reply on the longest thread-to-be created by Zack. Give credit where credit is due.
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Post by ponygirl's vapor on Feb 18, 2004 18:09:35 GMT -5
OH MY GOSH!!! YOU SAID ZACK!!!
YOU ARE SO LUCKY I CANT THINK OF SOMETHING TO CALL YOU!!
anyways...
i found this interesting, i had never thought about it before:
Something else hastens that discovery too: new eyes.
By the end of the third grade, most of the kids's baby teeth were gone. The permanenet ones had arrived in their mouths. Around foruth grade something similar happens with eyes. The baby eyes dont drop out, nor are there eye fairries around to leave quarters under pillows, but new eyes do arrive nevertheless. Big-kid eyes replaces little kid eyes.
Little kid eyes are scoopers. They just scoop up everything they see and swallow it whole, no questions asked. Big kid eyes are picky. They notice things that the little kid eyes never bothered with: the way a teacher blows her nose, the way a kid dresses or pronounces a word.
-Loser, by Jerry Spinelli
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Post by Tyler on Feb 18, 2004 18:24:44 GMT -5
Something else hastens that discovery too: new eyes. By the end of the third grade, most of the kids's baby teeth were gone. The permanenet ones had arrived in their mouths. Around foruth grade something similar happens with eyes. The baby eyes dont drop out, nor are there eye fairries around to leave quarters under pillows, but new eyes do arrive nevertheless. Big-kid eyes replaces little kid eyes. Little kid eyes are scoopers. They just scoop up everything they see and swallow it whole, no questions asked. Big kid eyes are picky. They notice things that the little kid eyes never bothered with: the way a teacher blows her nose, the way a kid dresses or pronounces a word. -Loser, by Jerry Spinelli Whew! And I thought it was just me who was noticing all these weird things... |
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