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Tuesday, April 6, 2004
News: We interrupt your current program for an important news bulletin on a developing hostage situation. Here at Middlebury College local police working with the FBI are working towards a non-violent release of the hostage.
Police: Surrender the costume!
C-ko: NEVER! You may take my life, but you'll never take my, uh... COSTUME! Yeah!
Police: Just hand the thing over! You can't win!
C-ko: NEVER! I'll burn it first! I swear!! AAaah! I'm crazy! Plus, I want things!
Police: What are your demands?
C-ko: Something neat from Anime Boston! I better get a hide... something. Anything. GIVE ME hide! And, um... A nice car sticker like my Utena one from last year.
Police: We'll see what we can do.
News: The police will be contacting Kyle-who was to be the costume's recipient-with the demands. More on this story later. We now return you to your regularly scheduled program.
Yeah, so I think you get the message.
// 09:21 p.m.
[x] Friday, April 2, 2004
My pictures no work. // 01:31 p.m.
[x] Friday, April 2, 2004
I like when the credit card people call because sometimes I just scream loudly into the phone and hang up.
Once I saw the aftermath of a lynching. Four innocent squash strung up in a tree... What else could it be?
(I rhyme! Yay!) They really were just four orange squash hanging from a tree, though... It made me make a face like this o_O.
// 01:26 p.m.
[x] Monday, March 15, 2004
It's a daily battle with me, you know. I constantly have to remind myself not to cut off my hair, throw myself in front of cars, or taste the super glue among other things. I don't have any particular wish to harm myself, but my mind and common sense seem to desert me at intervals... I don't that that's a very good thing. We manage, though, my crazy and I.
New layout sooon! Yaaaaaaaay! (I hope.)
So, I had a four page paper due, and I knew I should be worried... But as I watched Rocky from back stage and dance and frolicked, I couldn't think of anything I'd rather be doing at the moment. It took away all my worries and fears and built me anew. Oh how I'll miss those sweet days of copious underwear...
// 02:05 p.m.
[x] Wednesday, March 10, 2004
Why do I always end up hating myself and my life? All I wanted was to be in the J-house next year... That's all I wanted. It's what I worked for, but they rejected me. And now all I can do is cry and think of things that I should've wrote on my application. I'll never be able to face that house again. I can't face my classmates either, knowing that they're living there. I feel sick. I hate the world and I just want to cry. But there's no one here to hold me, and no one out there either. // 05:37 p.m.
[x] Monday, March 8, 2004
I feel a generalized hate.
There's so many things that bug me, and I'd love to tell them all to you but I won't bother. You won't listen anyways. Talking is supposed to make you feel better. Help you get things off your chest. Doesn't really work if no one listens, though.
Who am I? Someone I hate.
Who are you? Someone I loathe.
Who are we? Wrong.
So, my mom called me at 8 in the morning and woke her up. I really didn't want to yell at her! Honest! It was 8! I was irrational! Damn the mornings and damn the phone.
Right, so these ants have infiltrated my room... They were in my bed! I wanted to die! Everyone stared at me as I freaked out and pulled the sheets off my bed and washed everything! I sprayed those damn ant with windex and bought ant poison! Now their hive is slowly dying and I hope it's agony. I am wiping out a nation and I feel nothing but cold satisfaction. Now, put that down and adore me. // 12:27 a.m.
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