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Sun, Jul. 20th, 2008, 03:35 pm
Changing Usernames

I think this one is a little old- I made the name up when I was about ten, forgot about it, and then came back to it when I realized the sheer amount of fanfiction Livejournal has to offer.

So from now on I'm gonna be on: talksick42 

Sat, Jan. 12th, 2008, 11:23 am

Not suprised I got a cat. XD

Fri, Jan. 11th, 2008, 09:16 pm
Dying baby iguanas

My iguana is six months old, the same age as my baby brother, and it's back is broken. There's just this nasty little square knob sticking out right above his legs. He can sort of move his legs, but I get the feeling it's very painful for him. He can't shit. He doesn't eat alot. The vet says he's going to die.

I'm kind of upset.

Sat, Nov. 24th, 2007, 06:56 pm

It's nice out here! South Street is ten times better than fucking St. Marks, there's not as many assholes waiting to push you off the sidewalk, half the cars... just... nice.

And it's alot cheaper, too! Maybe I should think of moving out here after college/if college doesn't work out for me.

Sat, Nov. 10th, 2007, 08:57 pm

I'm in  a rut, and I hate it.

I haven't been doing shit, lately. No homework, no drawings, no writing- nothing. I barely have the attention span for a full-length movie. I keep trying to do something productive and I end up assing out... of something voluntary that I actually want to do! That's bad!

I hate it when I can't write or draw or anything... I get really antsy. I start looking at other people's stuff for ideas, then feel like shit because I haven't even started doing anything halfway decent. I feel like I'm useless. I better get out of this, soon, or I'll reach the point where I can't be left alone and/or near sharp objects...

Wed, Nov. 7th, 2007, 09:23 pm
Thank you, God

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Wed, Aug. 22nd, 2007, 03:03 pm
Sick and tired

Okay, I'm ready to go home now. It's been fun and all, but I miss my friends, and I need a haircut and school supplies.

I'm also really sick of listening to my grandmother whine about how her parents died 'last Tuesday' and how 'Only god knows... wherever they are... in heaven...'

Holy shit! Never has God played such a big role in my life until she decided that Signore Uutzo and Gia Christ needed to be mentioned every five seconds. She keeps asking when mom and I are coming over, and when we tell her that we're already here, she denies it until she gets suspicious and starts screaming; "There's some serious monkey buisness going on here! I don't like it not one bit! Not in my own home!"

Or sometimes she says over and over again: "I'm American. I was born in America. I'm a New York Girl. I'm not Italian," And then if she thinks she's being ignored- which, usually, she is- she starts singing the national anthem at the top of her lungs. Sometimes in resturaunts.

I know, I can't blame her, she has dementia... but that doesn't mean it isn't annoying. Anyway, she was a bitch even when she was lucid. Being crazy just makes it worse.

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