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So, anyway. Yeah....Shereen left, but she's coming home next friday. Ro well. I think I've become obsessed with Daniel Radcliffe. I think i have been for quite a while. Ro well. And I also think that I've become obsessed with what's his face....Bass dude in orchestra. Ro well. but at lwast i'vew stopped having dreams.....about him. Yeah....HARRY POTTER WAS SO FREAKING AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but i'm not gonna talk about it, because this blog would then be like four hundered pages long,...maybe even four hundered and one! hehe. Yeah, and i don't have a crush on gut i used to have a crush on. He bugs me now. That's not that weird actually. Almost every person i've liked bugs me in some way now. Unless they're funny...then they'll always be funny and i'll always laugh. see? look! hahahahahahhahahahaha! hehe. I saw this movie called the chorus, and the kid that sang really good looked like (ijobuby) doieeee! whenever he started to sing his solo. it was in francaise! eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....french people!!! they're like "bapabapaba!". yeah....see y'all later mi compadres! the usual...

THE blog

THE blog
So....I have to go soon, but my mom is just standing here so the longer she stands there the longer i can stay (she needs the compu)! Yay! Know what bugs me? Death dreams. According to Daniel Radcliffe, having dreams about YOURSELF dying is good luck, but i have dreams about other people dying, which sucks. It's so gory. if you've ever seen "Saving Prvate Ryan" then times trhat by 50 million and you know what i mean. yup! and it's the same person everytime, and i don't even know this person very well, so it's creepy too. and in one, he dies, and then he turns into Micael Jackpoo.....aaaaaaah. and then in the next one, i shoot him forty times. it's weird, that's not UBER gory, but somehow it is in the dream, and every time, he's shot forty times. maybe that means something. and he's UBER ijobuby, and nice and HE DOES A HAPPY DANCE AFTER HE PLAYS SOMETHING ON HIS INSTUMENT! how much more ijobubier can someone be (ok ok, puppies, kittens, daniel radcliffe, THEY don't count.....they're like EXTRAEXTRAEXTRAordinarily ijobuby...). well, bye!

THE blog

OK, ok. I gove up on the story idea. I knew i would. oh well. but, i am not going to write anymore because i would annoy you very much...ok? ok. HARRY POTTERRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

THE blog

THE blog
Originally, she was going to become part of a band. But I've realized it: I no nothing about being in a band. So, change of plans, pretend she hears orchestrian music coming form that petty little chatlet. Ogee? And maybe I'll stop the story altogether....no no no. That wouldn't live up to my Taurus name. Bye!

THE Blog

What I MEANT was that anything entitled "THE Blog" is NOT part of the story hehe. And also, I apologize for its crappiness, but I need to get all these things out of my head. Yeah, I know that this story will suck, but....sorry, I gotta go...maxine's bugging me for le ordinateur. bye! The usual...

Strummings After School

Anita shuffled along the leaf-covered side-walk. She stopped to watch a cat vanish behind a fence, before contemplating whether or not she should go home or not. It had been a horrible day at school, and she needed her oddly considerate friend, Alan, to confide in. She passed the street that contained the deserted chalet. It would have been rather dainty, had someone cared to rake the leaves, pull the weeds, and paint the house.

She was just passing it when she heard a drumroll coming from the vacant house. She frowned, questioning who might be there. Her curiosity overcame her. Deciding that it wouldn't hurt to make a tiny detour, she headed towards the little hut. She heard more drum-like sounds and in addition, what sounded like an electric guitar. Just as she approached the shed that accompanied the house (which was where the sounds seemed to be coming from), it all stopped. Then she heard a voice.

"Guys!" said an irritated male voice. "Geez, you don't need - "

She wasn't able to grasp just what they didn't need, because a noisy deisel engine drove by. She groaned aloud, then gasped. "Hey," said the voice, "Did you hear that?" Screwing up her face, she ran for the gate and towards Alan's house.

As she approached his house, she saw him on the porch, his head in his hands. Recognizing this as a sign of disturbance, she hurried up the walkway.

THE blog

Guess what....I'm gonna turn my blog into a story! It's going to be about a character who's in highschool, and she's been wanting to be in this amateur band she hears on her walk from school. Stupid, eh? Anyway, you'll see what happens....because I'm not sure exactly whether she should fall in love with the bass and/or drummer, or become a international sensation....or at least city-wide sensation. haha....not a very good plot, but i need to do something useful with this blog. so, if you see any posts that are not entitled "THE Blog" then it's part of the story. See you all later! 6 DAYS TILL HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CAAAAAAAAAN'T WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIT!!!!!!!!

Mean People

I hate it that so much of our world is full of evil people. I'm not talking about like Osama Bin Laden (even though he IS evil) or whatever. I'm talking about people at school, co-workers, just everyday people. And Maxine says the girls at Dr. Wooley's office are mean, even though I think they're ijobuby. I have a strange ability to see the best of people, even if other people may be blinded to that. But I also can see all the other bad things a lot easier. I've been told that I'm "so nice, you're never mean to anyone, geez Christine!" Well I think that those people are completely wrong. I treat people the way i want to be treated, no exceptions. None. And I mean it. A lot of people I know, including certain friends of mine, say this all the time....complaining about how people don't accept them or are mean to them or talk about them behind their backs, etc. but they themselves are hypocrites! I absolutely DESPISE that. I hate it when people contradict themselves. And teachers are people, too. Lots of people call them "F---ing a--holes" and such, but have you ever thought about THEIR feelings? I didn't think so. The only person I think of who is that nice, is God or Jesus, or Mary....people like that. But I think it'd be pretty weird and impossible (impossible to talk to Jesus directly right away.....you have to have a REALLY good connection.....work for it...you know the deal.....or maybe you don't.....whatever.) if I started walking around acting like I'm talking to Jesus. It'd be funny, but I don't have that special connection. ^_^. Anyway, that's what I have to say....so really make an effort to treat others with respect and nicely, even if they treat you horribly. I know.....it's not that easy, but nobody said it would be. And I'm not saying I'm a saint, MAXINE, because I definitely am NOT. I know what you're thinking, "You mean you're just expecting us to love everyone who treats us like crap?" No. That's NOT what I'm saying. Say someone pushed me over in the halls. The way i'd respond would be to give them a questioning look, get up and leave. Not cuss at them, or even worse, punch them or something. Doing something like that would only make you sink to their level. Even worse is when people are mean to people who aren't even meaning to offend them (i.e. certain Nicks I know....) Bye bye santas! The usual....