Wow.
If I was smart enough to think of a name other than Venus, I would.
But I'm not, so I can't help there, I'm sorry. >.<

Lacrosse dressing made me laugh. Nice one.

I do that crying over nothing heaps. I'm strange. Haha. Nothing to worry about though. I guess everyone does it.

I had a nightmare about there being no toothpaste. It was terrifying. Haha.

What do you want me to do for you?




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And so it is, just like you said it would be.
Life goes easy on me
...most of the time.

Well, there's always Fluffy..
How about Imogen?

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Avatar made by ~Makayo

HMMM. Well chickens are good for crossing roads, but not much so rivers. Unless you
manage to locate the infamous George Washington chicken, that is (some say it's a myth,
though).

Scientists have proven, though, that pmsing, wanna-be-witty vegetarian friends are more pleased
when their friends purchase a cactus, so I just thought you should keep that in mind.
_{ARG, BUT THEN AGAIN I ALSO REALLY HATE FLIES, SO WHATEVER.} <o>

I thought up something worse than a pun the other day, to provide for your selfish need
for something humorous (just be glad you didn't come up with it yourself, because it's really
really bad.) :
<sub>My girlfriend's name is Sam.

The other night, while IMing her, I said I had a riddle for her to answer.

I asked, "What would you be if you were a fanged creature of the night?"

She didn't know; was bemused; guessed bat. I told her she was wrong.

"You'd beeeee," I said, grinning like a dolt, "A SAMPIRE~!"

She said it was nice knowing me and that it was about time for her to go jump off of a balcony somewhere.
I cried and hated myself for being predisposed by nature to be lame.</sub>

And last week, after my drawing teacher saw me change a wip vitally from a tonal gesture
to a lined gesture, he asked me why. I said because it's what I saw everybody else did
with theirs. He looked at me and said, "Well, you should trust yourself, not everybody
else." And I had to leave the classroom because water was seeping from my eyes and I couldn't
even see to work, because he was so right. He was right, and that's why I've been stagger-
struggling between my art and writing, because I just can't trust myself. And what hurts
more than not being able to trust yourself, is realizing that you can't trust yourself.

And yeah, I thought I'd put some of my own personal inconveniences down in this. Because,
my friend, like you, I am selfish as well. So let's have a selfish competition, shall we not?

Sorry, in a weird mood right now. Have a big essay due for English. Worth 40% of the final
grade. I should really be paying focus to it, it's due Weds., but I haven't even started yet.
I'm not sure if it's just that I work better under pressure, or if I'm just cut-out to be such a
dumb-ass for the rest of my life. I hate the creative process, because I always wait until the
last damn minute to do anything. Don't be like me when you grow up. Or, at least, don't admit
to yourself that you're being like me. Or if you're currently being like me, give up now and
be a doctor or something. As I heard from a friend, our current economy basically has no
need or room for artists.

FML.

So a friend asked if I wanted to go to Boston with her, for only $875.

And I said, "Are you bonkers?! I could buy like a thousand bananas with that!"

And by "buying bananas," I mean, I have to pay part of my tuition that my student loan won't
cover, and also fund my six total studio art classes next year, buy all my own supplies/etc.

Okay, yeah, this is just ridiculous now. But then again, so are you, so. 8D

And look what you've done. The new life on your page made me make this comment a mini
novella!

And he said, "That's what she said," and I looked at him real weird.

I shook my head and cut-in. "Actually," I rolled, "I think it'd be more along the lines
of, that's what he said." My words were tart and crisp, like an apple. But, they were
in-essencely worse than an apple, because they offered no nutritional value.

And he stared at me. I feared what might've been homophobia shown at my statement, but
all that dissipated when I saw a broad grin stretch across his face.

"You know, I think you're right!"

And so it went, that on the eighth day, God created Me. It said unto the world, "Let there be Right!"
And there was Right. And it was more than good, it was right.

I'll spare you any more and go wreak havoc upon your poll now. |D Glad to see you alive
again (I make it sound like you're critically ill xD).

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Every facet, every department of your mind, is to be programmed by you. And unless you assume your rightful responsibility, and begin to program your own mind, the world will program it for you.

I think a good name for a venus fly trap is Vanessa.

or just Ravenous. Or Ravena for short. or Comemoscas means eater of flies in spanish I think

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