| School is vomit for your brains. |
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| I'm almost finished with the first lesson/section/thing of Rosetta Stone's Russian program.
Eta masheena bealaya. The white car.
How impressive, right?
My next goal in life: be front row at a Third Eye Blind concert. |
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| I'm going to learn to speak Russian.
And I passed my permit test. First time!
Why does Xanga claim my name is Smokey? |
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| I'm one crazy-ass mo'fo'. |
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| Long time, you guys, long time.
So much stuff.
But not really.
I can't remember the last two months, for some reason.
Maybe they were that lifeless.
Why, according to this xanga, is my name Smokey!?
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