Anyways, here are the AMAZING opening credits, watch them before they get taken down!
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FLIPPIN OUT WITH AWESOME!
Tonight was epic. Went with my friends for pizza and then we saw NickandNora's infinite playlist. It was a decent movie, but I wouldn't see it twice and really only got into it for the heckling.
Norah: It reminds me of this thing from Judaism...
If you know you're reppin' Jesus go ahead and THROW IT UP!
Nick: I'm just gonna go check out this church (for Jesus and the pantless alterboy)
He's searching for God!
And then the ridiculous sequence where they hardcore make out/softcore sex up after knowing eachother for all of FIVE HOURS. WTF? Fast much?
Dumb lunk/Lothario was hilarious. I liked him. Rabbit gave me a ride home and we did a drive by on the other's before roaring off into the non-existant sunset. It was epic. We were talking about how we were like the movie with a better car (not hard, considering we're comparing his Ten Feet of Honda to a mother licking YUGO) and sorting through his iPod for a song other then Rage Against the Machine and Weird Al, and the first song was...
"I believe in MIRACLES!! YOU SEXXY THANG!!!" We laughed ourselves crazy. I called Manning (cause I can't work Rabbit's cell phone and his was the first name to come up on the contacts sheet) and told him, and then he hung up on me.
We were over excited coming out of the theatre and got told to "Keep it on the down low!" This was right after my BFF was all like "I love you!" so I was "ohmaigawd" and shuffled away and was all "I AM A HETEROSEXUAL" while BFF was in the BR. Manning was all like "Calm yourself doesn't mean I think you're a homo, you queer!" and I was like "Manning, be my hetero boyfriend for five minutes?" quoting the movie and he was all like "God no!" and I said "Thank God." Earlier this night Lorenzo was all like "You want to marry Manning and have babies when you're nineteen!?" And Manning was WTF? and I was all "HELL TO THE NO BIYATCH! I didn't say that!"
In other news, my laptop has a virus! ;_; I'm sad. NaNoWriMo is soon and I don't want to be left berift!!!
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chipper
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cheerful
What with all this talk of Michael Phelps, I feel the urge to reminice about days gone by. The year was 1972- swimmers everywhere were shaving off their body hair. Every last bit of it. Even the bits that, a logical person would assume, would not infact impact ones aerodynamics in the water, given they were hidden by a swim suit. Except for one man. One man who laughed in the face of drag. His name was Mark Spitz, and he set 7 World Records. All with massively epic facial hair.
And he would totally whoop Michael Phelps in a fight.
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crushing hard on Mark Spitz
I saw it a few days ago with my friends, and I still get little twitters of excitement just thinking about it! It was the super hero movie I ALWAYS WANTED to see, and it was even BETTER then that! Admittedly, there were a two scenes I had to close my eyes for, and several towards the end (you'll know em when you see em) where I was paying an inordinate amount of attention to the far left of the screen. All in all?
GO SEE IT RIGHT NOW!
- Mood: CRAZY excited
I TOTALLY didn't expect this result. Eh!
You are The Tower
Ambition, fighting, war, courage. Destruction, danger, fall, ruin.
The Tower represents war, destruction, but also spiritual renewal. Plans are disrupted. Your views and ideas will change as a result.
The Tower is a card about war, a war between the structures of lies and the lightning flash of truth. The Tower stands for "false concepts and institutions that we take for real." You have been shaken up; blinded by a shocking revelation. It sometimes takes that to see a truth that one refuses to see. Or to bring down beliefs that are so well constructed. What's most important to remember is that the tearing down of this structure, however painful, makes room for something new to be built.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.
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greatscott7Characters/Pairing: Max
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 233
Disclaimer: Across the Universe is not mine, and never shall it be!
Author's Notes/Warning: This is, according to my lovely beta, an eensy bit disturbing and angsty as hell, and deals with drug addiction, so...be forewarned?
Summary: Every one had always sworn they couldn't see it, couldn't hardly tell it was there.
Nyeeeeeeehh.
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moody
Girl: Oh man! Future Weapons is awesome!
Mr. M: Isn't it? All those big bombs!
Girl: Oh yeah!
Mr. M: I love looking at the guns that can like, kill some one a mile a way- and that guy is totally hot!
Girl: Mm-hmm-What? No!
Mr. M: You don't go for the bald-big gun look?
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depressed
Dating someone based on a shared probability of a developmental disease? Not, in fact, a good idea.
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sad
My whole life has been defined by traffic.
As a baby, my parents lived in a small apartment over looking a busy intersection, across the street from a hospital. When I cried, my dad would sit on the balcony in a lawn chair and bounce me up and down, till I fell asleep to the whir of sirens and honk of horns.
We moved to a house with a high school marching band in the back and a train down the road. The whistle could be heard from miles away.
When I was four, we moved one final time, to an area with better schools. My parents were able to buy the house relativily cheaply, because it was a scant three lots from the interstate and the free way.
I have never been without the steady thrum of cars and trucks, broken by the roar of motorcycles.
My skyline has always been defined by bridges arching into the air, power lines that stretched for miles, and the never ending strips of road.
you don't want in my head, it's all messed up in there
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contemplative
To sum up:
Me and Aut are dating.
My friends, for various and sorta justified reasons, do not like Aut.
Aut and Manning, in particular, hate each others guts.
Manning has a habit of provoking people with out really thinking about it- Aut has a habit of over reacting.
Not a good combination.
While I was sick, Aut exploded at Manning saying, "I should beat you up! You make me want to kill you!" or something along those lines.
Now my friends think that Aut is a rapist or something, and they reported them to the office for threating Manning.
JESUS CHRIST WHY DOES THIS SHIT HAPPEN!!!!
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angry and confused
Sis's Friend: I'm so so sorry
Sis: He was dropped as a child
Mom: He was not!
Me: Actually he was... twice.
See? THIS is the reason people need to eat dinner together!
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In my APUSH class, I was really tired and was falling asleep, but my teacher gave me his coffee! This was really cool, cause normally if someone wants some coffee or falls asleep, he just mocks them. It was plain old black, but I swear he put speed in it, cause as soon as I drank it BAM! I was awake and happy and hyper and ready for anything. I always thought that was an old wives tale!
But then later in class, this kid I knew in elementary school (he used to punch and kick me in line and under the desks for NO REASON but the teacher never got him in trouble because he was ADD. WTF? Anyways...) we had to work together writing a thesis, right? So he says a sentance, and I copy it down, then I say, "Hey, instead of saying 'economic, technological, and political changes' what if we said 'railroad tycoons, landgrants, and overproduction?'" It's not like I was being mean or bossy, and it wasn't a bad suggestion either or anything, but then he just shoots me down and lectures me on economics and says 'you really don't know how to write a paper do you?' like I'm retarded!
I really really HATE it when people talk to me like I'm stupid, because I'm NOT. I'm not the number one smartest kid, but I am at the top of my class, goddamn it!
Anyways, I was really caught off guard, and I had to try really hard not to cry out right, but there was a lot of snot and red face and puffy eyes. Luckily my teacher was nice and let me go outside and get a drink of water and wash my face off, and then he talked to me out in the hall a little which made me happier sort of.
My APUSH teacher is a hidden nice guy.
Then later this night, I got to play in our school's improv show! WOOT! It was awesome! Never let it be said I do not have mad skills at rhyming. XDDDDDDD It was really really fun, and the other players were hilarious too!
- Mood: bouncy
Fatty- Stupid, slow, bad, annoying, overly preppy, etc
Scrum- Tasty or awesome
Shiny- Awesome
Sumptuous- Very good
Awespicious- Very good again
De la omar- Alot
Coolio Biandi- Cool
Then just throw in some unrelated nouns and a touch of word salad and lo, you shall talk like a nutcase!
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RHETORICAL QUESTION TO ABSOLUTELY NO ONE:
Why do I have an irrational fear of online communication? I post on communities hear, and then nearly have a nervous break down when I get comments! I can only bring myself to read one a day, and even that leaves me feeling pukey.
WHY?
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blecky
Yay! Today was a pretty good day!
I got really fancy chocolate from the person I may or may not (lets go with NOT) dating! Emotional stress has it's pay off after all!
^_^
My friends keep telling me that the Autie kid I hang out with is mentally unbalenced and is going to go psycho. I don't know what they're talking about- I don't know. I guess it's just easier for me to sort of get him, or something. They're kind of jerks, but me and him just ignore them together.
I think I kind of like him.
*blush*
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I was finally processing the last time I got asked out and figuring out how to get myself out of the mess I made, when an Autie kid I talk to sometimes asked me out. I then started freaking out kind of alot because TWICE IN A FRICKIN ROW WHAT?!?!
Meh. I guess I actually have to talk about this stuff now.
;_;
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scared
Erk! I hate myself right now!
My friend asked me out and I think I said yes!
I mean, I said "Sure. I don't know." But mostly I said sure because I figured, what's the worst that could happen? But then about five seconds after I said that, I realize that I don't have any strong feelings for them, and now they think we're dating, and it's going to END HORRIBLY AND MISERABLY FOR EVERY ONE!!!
GOD FRICKIN DAMNIT I HATE FEBRUARY!!!!!!!!
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sick
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