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"When I feel weak I cut my hair." -'Midwest' by Atmospere
I need to get me some more quotes.
I also like getting quoted. In Nancy's AIM profile: "Is that... Dashboard Confessional? He's so whiny! But a really good hackysacker." Actually, I think I said 'But he plays a really good game of hacky-sack.' Whatever. At least it's not as bad as the Maroon. Huisker, indeed. 'Atlas here', indeed. I'm pissed that it didn't get fixed properly the second time around, too.
So lately, there's been even more people telling me that I should become a musician than there have been telling me to consider the priesthood. Both are somewhat flattering. I would like to play bass. In related news, I have also apparantly somehow acheived the musician sexiness factor without actually yet becoming a musician.
"Girl, how many stories can you fit into a tank top?"
How did I end up again with both a SOSC and a Bio paper due the next day? This time, I'm doing the SOSC one first; I can better afford a weak grade on the Bio one, I think.
"Gonna be the biggest thing to hit these little kids: Bigger than guns, bigger than cigarettes."
Oh, yeah, congratualions, class of 2004. Except for whoever spray-painted 'Class of '04' over the mural in the 55th street underpass. You are a bastard, and worse. I hope you trip and fall off the stage when you go to get your diploma. You deserve to be shaved bald, smeared with honey, and dumped in Lake Michigan. If I knew who you were, you'd be getting hate mail right now. If I could, I would punch you in the stomach. You jerk.
"I ain't drank forties since I became old enough to drink."
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