honestly, doing this whole "selective subscriptions" shit is a little boring. about 2 of the subs update on a daily basis and that just makes my Xanga experience so much more worthwhile... or not really.
so anyway, i really don't want to have to resubscribe to about 60 people again, so yeah, i'll remember in bits and pieces and get it done eventually. sad thing is that through this entire stint, my subscribers remained at the number it has almost always been: 73. kid of boring... because most of them have been tempted by the fruit of the devil and taken it. pussies.
and so without further ado i present one of my older entry formats (with a few new additions)... if you don't remember this it's because it was before your time- goddamned young'in.
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Rant: Soy sauce has a relatively intoxicating smell. When I had to walk around for half of yesterday with it in my hair, I (not half as lucky as Lisa and Jew Dee, who are sick and can't smell things even despite the former's Jew nose) was forced to catch whiffs of it every few seconds. And during latin class, which is already awful with Mazzola not ever calling on me ("Are you sure it's appropriate?"), the smell of the soy sauce combined with Nicky's stoned laughter almost drove me to extremes the likes of which I will not detail. Anyway, never argue with blond people. That was the only lesson I learned yesterday.
Rant: My friends have the weirdest music tastes. Jessica brought some black guy rapping over classical string chords today for open mic Friday (I swear Stratechuk hates me), and when I sit next to Blake in math he won't ever stop muttering the words to some weird song that he listens to compulsively. And with Ms. Basias's voice already monotonous enough to drive me into submission, anything would be infintely more interesting (including Blake's rambles), so it is very, very distracting. And to cap off this case, Jew A keeps singing the words to a song by the Polecats (CATS POLE-DANCING? GIMME!) or whatever. The lyrics to that song are in such quick tempo that when Jew A recites them with her retainer, they make her sound like one of those Asian grandparents who always pick up their grandchildrens' calls. (Take note of that, Jew A.)
Random Thought: Mr. Joffe is such a hottie.
Random Thought: These few days I've been obsessively reading about the Columbine High School Massacre. Please don't think that I have violent tendencies and that I'm planning a school shooting, because I love the Hunterites too much to ever harm them (or the school- bricks make me horny). But somehow, the subject, however horrible (and may the victims rest in peace, whatever that means- and disregarding horror movie implications now that Halloween is almost upon us), still fascinates me. It incites something in me that I can't describe on here using words- heck, perhaps I wouldn't be able to describe it at all. But it's profound (to put it in British terminology).
Random Thought: My left elbow has really dry skin on it for some reason.
Random Thought: I'm not bleeding right now but I have papercuts on my knuckles that hurt more than they would if they were bleeding.
Random Thought: I want a staple guns that shoot pennies so I can hit people in the ass.
New Rule: I propose a solution for the Darfur genocide thingy: ship the Africans out to the U.S. (because we need more black people for our sports teams) and bring in the runts of the litters of overpopulated countries like China and India (all those unwanted daughters). It solves the genocide and controls overpopulation. Genius, eh? Thank you, Jew A, for helping me work it out. (and by the way, I don't mean to be racist in this rule.)
New Rule: Shy people should not be allowed to talk. If they're shy, they should keep themselves shut up. It would help the society run better if there were just more mute people to do the bidding of the domini. (OMG FASCIST REPUBLICAN!)--- no.
New Rule: All the male singers with incredibly high-pitched voices should just pass themselves off as women. Right now, they're caught in the middle of a little problem: women won't buy their music because their husbands would divorce them as liking feminine men and therefore being homo, and men won't buy their music in fear of being dismissed as pansies. But you see, if the stars just started marketing themselves as just very studly-looking women, other women would buy their music, looking up to them as strong role models, and men would as well, deeming them "hot lesbian chicks." Then everyone would be happy (including me, because I would be swimming in my royalties collected for the introduction of this law).
Fact: In at least one bathroom stall in your neighborhood right now, someone has his or her pants down.
Fact: I just yawned because I was thinking about yawning. Yeap, it's true; even the mere thought of yawning will provoke a yawn. THEY ARE SO CONTAGIOUS OMGSZ.
Fact: A penis whose flaccid length when stretched is more than approx. 2.5 standard deviations below average size for his age group is referred to medically as a micropenis. (Kinsey Report of 1948 put the average length as 6.20 inches w/ a standard deviation of .77 inches. That is, of course, unless you have Asian Penis Syndrome.)
Word of the Day: Jewbush: low tropical American shrub having powerful emetic properties.
Quote of the Day: "Fuck you!" - a lot of people in New York City today...
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you didn't want a 1000-word entry but you got one.
(it's a conditional. ever heard of middle school math?)
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