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| Copy and paste everything in the text box into a comment and answer the questions. Then reply awayy! P.S. - I'm pretty well only doing this in hopes penhall will reply. I stole it from her, and at the moment she is (understandably) the only person who reads this, if at all. :P | |
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| I just watched Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring for the umpteenth time. I will never, ever get tired of that movie (or of the other two in the trilogy). I might watch The Two Towers now...nothing else to do!
And also, there are these absolutely gorgeous versions of the books with colour illustrations. I want. Except they're really expensive. They're definitely on my to-buy list; my other copies are very worn.
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| I'm almost sad that it's summer. Ever since the summer of 2007 things have sort of sucked. The one thing that didn't suck was my history class, and I just wrote my final exam, history, today. Sad. That's all I ever am lately.
I need some Red Hot Chili Peppers. They always make me feel better. | |
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| I fell in love again, all things go, all things go. Drove to Chicago, all things know, all things know.
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| Still I'm waiting for the morning, But it feels so far away. And you don't need the love I'm giving, So tomorrow is today. - Tomorrow is Today by Billy Joel
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| “ What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? —it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies. ” - On the Road by Jack Kerouac
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| “ Great laughter rang from all sides. I wondered what the Spirit of the Mountain was thinking, and looked up and saw jack pines in the moon, and saw ghosts of old miners, and wondered about it. In the whole eastern dark wall of the Divide this night there was silence and the whisper of the wind, except in the ravine where we roared; and on the other side of the Divide was the great Western Slope...all in darkness now as we fumed and screamed in our mountain nook, mad drunken Americans in the mighty land. We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell, I guess - across the night, eastward over the Plains, where somewhere an old man with white hair was probably walking towards us with the Word, and would arrive any minute and make us silent.” - On the Road by Jack Kerouac
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| I'm getting into the blogging mood again. Only, it's over at my other site. I've coded and validated a new theme for the occasion. Spring/summer puts me into this mood. P.S. - I mean it, this time. (: P.P.S. - JUNO AWARDS NEXT WEEK. HYEEEAAA
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