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"It is important in life to conclude things propely."
-Yann Martel
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VOTE OR DIE
I'm getting a shirt that says that now. Woot!
*sigh*
Not a good day, really. I wasn't home much, so I got *no* editing done. Zippo. I got up early and went over to Ips' so she could fix my hair and do my makeup, then at noon I had to go over to ProImage for my senior pictures. Well, it wasn't as bad as it could've gone. It went by fast, and I actually looked alright. :-)
And as they say, it all went downhill from there.
But I'm a nice person, if not to my millions of readers who may be wanting to know just what I mean by "downhill" and I don't go talking about shit like that. It's enough to say--there was a party, and shit happened. Make up the details yourself, if you so wish.
So.
I love brooding. Isn't it fun? Don't you just love it? Ahh, here I am venting. Good, venting relieves stress. Sitting in my room growling at the walls.
Well, that last probably didn't make sense to anyone out there who doesn't know me. Ah, well. Just assume I'm insane, it'll take less time to explain.
Part of me wants to really vent, to write down in excruciating detail just what went down (and what didn't go down). It's not like anyone in California ever reads this LJ anyway. But I won't. I'm not like that.
Grr.
-Yann Martel
------------------------------------------------------
VOTE OR DIE
I'm getting a shirt that says that now. Woot!
*sigh*
Not a good day, really. I wasn't home much, so I got *no* editing done. Zippo. I got up early and went over to Ips' so she could fix my hair and do my makeup, then at noon I had to go over to ProImage for my senior pictures. Well, it wasn't as bad as it could've gone. It went by fast, and I actually looked alright. :-)
And as they say, it all went downhill from there.
But I'm a nice person, if not to my millions of readers who may be wanting to know just what I mean by "downhill" and I don't go talking about shit like that. It's enough to say--there was a party, and shit happened. Make up the details yourself, if you so wish.
So.
I love brooding. Isn't it fun? Don't you just love it? Ahh, here I am venting. Good, venting relieves stress. Sitting in my room growling at the walls.
Well, that last probably didn't make sense to anyone out there who doesn't know me. Ah, well. Just assume I'm insane, it'll take less time to explain.
Part of me wants to really vent, to write down in excruciating detail just what went down (and what didn't go down). It's not like anyone in California ever reads this LJ anyway. But I won't. I'm not like that.
Grr.
