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[07 Oct 2004|06:41pm] [ mood | Hi Greggy Deggy! ] [ music | Hi Facietta! ] I've watched Aladdin every day for three days. My pajamas pants are scrunched up to my thighs. It's Gracie's birthday! I'm a silly goosity gooses. I have to go to the bathroom. 3| so, how's that going for ya?

[30 Jul 2004|06:09pm] [ mood | yawn or anything ] [ music | nice new jersey accent ] I am thirteen, in my own way. Wait, wait, stop. I'm giggling, while throwing a pen. Once upon a time, once upon a time, there was a spoiled girl named Wacy, who lived in a little camera lens. In your faces off. Scratching my brain. Wacy ate too many rolls of film and she died. I went to a barn. From the second level, Mary and I were looking through a triangle window, she said, "Wow! That's a neat butcher table!" There was a plastic pig on it, which was really gruesome. With Mom, a guy came over, saw a mole and pointed it out to me. I ran down the steps, and Mom told me to pick it up and put it in a safe place so it wouldn't go into the street and die from massive wheels. I picked it up, then it bit the pointer finger on my left hand, so I shrieked and shook it around until it fell onto its back. While I cried for my healthy life, running to Mom and Mary, whom had gone into the car while I was being attacked by the mole, the mole scurried away. I told Mom, "A mouse bit my finger!" Even though, it was a mole. Mary asked Mom if I'd had a tetanus shot, "Yes, she did." So, Mary told me to soak my finger in peroxide for one hour and fourteen minutes. "If it bubbles, we'll bring her to the emergency room." So, I'm in the hospital right now, though it isn't a hospital, and doesn't resemble a hospital in any way other than the fact that it's a building. Today, the phrase, "a building" means, "my home". My vicious wound is healing with a Spider-man band-aid on it, and Mary is sleeping on the couch with Pip, while Mom sleeps upstairs with Spike. Women and their dogs, I tell ya. If he dies, at least we'll know he had a good life. 3| so, how's that going for ya?

[08 Apr 2004|11:37am] Hi. I don't know what to write. No, I'll write something. Grace bought Egyptian beads, and I'm shaking side to side. Green shirt and Bob Dylan. 2| so, how's that going for ya?

10 minutes and counting; [08 Mar 2004|06:37pm] [ mood | Gray-c was here. ] What you’re eating, I mean reading, is a big part of my life, if by big, I mean little, I think.     I held my Abraham Lincoln pencil sharpener in my pocket and hummed the Batty song from “Fern Gully”, while following the green polka dots on the sidewalk and reading the signs of the shops I passed.     We're goofy kids, I have yellow crud on my teeth. Mommy, can I have some apple juice? I'm waving side to side, my hair has crimp-crimpies in it, and I love Hi-C. I'm elbowing Grace in her stomach, ROCK SOLID. I'm going nationwide! School is in lack-of-Lake mourning, they missed me today, and let me tell you, I missed them. Not. I made a few new friends, in this school that isn't the school I went to a few months ago. I'll give you an example that you are not allowed to dissect or throw into a torture chamber: Adam. Hot Sauce hair and Blue Onion eyes. His stomach reminds me of a Hippopotamus, or maybe that's because Grace just mumbled something about them. Apparently, we're both goofy. I want to see Derek, he's the only one of Grace's friends that I like. And when I say "like", that means I don't want to marry him. Texas, burp.     The stairs going downstairs are upwards and spiraling, which reminds me of rocket ships going to the moon and taking a shortcut through the Caribbean. By the time I reached the kitchen, Moses was pogo-sticking on my counter and the oranges had already fallen on the floor, man oh man, I was so angry that I had to wake up, because it was that day that bothered me even before it happened, everything was right, and right was wrong, or left, or both-ways and each-ways, and you’d never know it was coming unless you looked to see who was bringing it, and that was me, but I never look in the mirror anymore, I’m afraid that I’ll find wrinkles.     Or right is really left if you’re upside down, or dreaming is really seeing if you’re sleeping or awake, I guess you’ll never know, until you see Eloise drawing with red crayon on your living room wall.

[28 Feb 2004|04:42pm] By the power of rockridge, I sit with a bored face and I stare the screen that contains my "journal". Ha, I have a journal? I barely write in my handwritten journal, or blank book would be more appropriate to call it, why would Grace make me a digital journal? The wonders of the universe reveal themselves. I have peanut butter on my teeth and it makes me feel even more uninteresting, the fully hydrogenic vegetable oil seems to decrease levels of esteem, made in a factory that also produces peanut-derived products. Amen and hallelujah. Ahh, now I have apple cider, it makes me feel like an old lady sitting on a rocking chair that isn't really a rocking chair, because she doesn't rock in it anymore, her arthritis is kicking in and so it's basically a plain chair, an un-rocking chair. Man, let me tell you how good this peanut butter is: this peanut butter is good. I just laughed at my own comment, maybe I'm even more similar to the old lady than I thought. Right now, I'm imagining myself as an evil scientist, relaxing in an over-sized laboratory with multi-colored potions, cackling and mumbling plans to rule the world, that includes you. Andrew is walking by and he's boring plus a Dr.Seus hat. Repeat, repeat, dysfunction! Mayday! Mayday! Soos! We need back-up! Call the guard and give me some more peanut butter! 5| so, how's that going for ya?

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