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Name: Tribal
Metro: Hogwarts
Gender: Female
Interests: German techno music, Impressionism, 80's new age clothes, Thrift stores, Art museums, London, Italy, Japan Grammar, Learning, English Literature, Books about anything and everything, Gardening, Cooking, Cleaning ( I am so domestic), Singing and dancing terribly, Going to the cafe, Walking to down town Crystal Lake, Mac n' Cheese, Mooning over Alan Rickman (sssnape!), Reading and writing, Beads Scarves
Expertise: Painting faces on rocks to look like the people I give them too, Writing
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
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Member Since:
2/16/2005
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| Whilst everyone else makes sappy, heartfelt posts about how this great year is coming to a bitersweet close and the excited yet fearful tingles they get in their gut concerning the next 365 days, I will be vegetating in my nuclear-warhead-proof cellar with a cooler full of drinks and one, Action Jackson.
Stage One(5:00-6:00):
In which I robotically preform the menial tasks, such as "making my bed so the hideous, yet adorable in their child-like, whimsical, state Power Ranger bed sheets don't show", that my maternal unit sets before me. Suicide is considered jokingly during this stage.
Stage Two (6:01-7:30):
When they should be on their way to a house full of merriment/ disgruntled teenage angst, several people cancel during these 89 minutes. 5 diet cokes are consumed. Suicide is still considered, in a tongue-in-cheek manner, but with a sharp undertone of sobriety.
Stage Three (7:31-9:00):
I hysterically await the arrival of Action Jackson, seeing as how earlier a fight with Big Phil has occured, thereby rendering my mood even more dismal. The 'Big People' guests arrive and greet Ol' Len and Phyllis with earnest. Their repulsed, and socially anxious teen hides in the sub-basement. The aforementioned cellar is prepared to my liking, but not however, to that of Phi Phi, so another row transpires thus cutting the guest list down to one. The affronted and discouraged 15-year old must now choose what single friend shall attend. Sam Jackson is the obvious choice.
Suicide is contemplated out of sheer spite for parents.
Stage Four (9:01-??):
This stage has yet to be determined. But I'll keep you updated.
Julia, do you have any thoughts on New Years that you would like to share?
Yes, yes I do, thank you for asking. I find the whole resolution thing stupid. Sure, sure, it's a little string of hope to latch on to, but in all honesty it's fruitless. And why finally resolve to be a better person after 52 weeks of being an asshole, hmm? Why not halfway through the year? It's understandable that one would think that the new year means new chances, but you're going back to the same job, sleeping at the same house, and eating at the same hot dog stand all with the same people. Not much has changed other than, perhaps, your insurance plan.
Be optimistic if you wish... I'll see your fat ass next year.
have a good night.
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| Noah's Ark
came to my house one day
with all his animals and
he took me away.
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| who can?
xanga canga!
myspace is making me gag. | | |
| i think you misinterpreted me.
i was talking about putting a date on a paper.
but it's alright. | | |
| hmmm...
to date or not to date.
that is the question. | | |
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