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To burp out loud is to belch sort of unexpectedly, as if to slip sort of spontaneously, and--despite the custom "oops" that follows--with a bit of necessity. It's a self-satisfying gesture, at times executed with a complex mix of bewilderment, rage, affection, or fulfillment. In spite of one's earnest efforts, some ring more obnoxiously than others--with no intention of offense. In such instances, it is expected that those guests sitting wide eyed across from the bum act with the similar, and understand burping as a natural process to fun understanding. Feel free to set fire to any falsely assumed restrictions. Burp as if you were born free; set your feet upon the dinner table and let loose a button or two.

--Shi Bum Bumm

(formerly: xX9.tailed:NekoXx)

chill mah man.

Old school reggae's piercing my skull as it blasts through the speakers of my mom's car. I'm in the back seat chillin widdit. And I am content. :} Hope all is well goise.

iiiii'm ready. iiiii'm ready. for the Krusty Krab!!


SO. My interview for an internship at the Congressman's office is today >:|
I feel like strangling something.

or singing very loudly.

I'm studying errything to know about the Congressman.
He's a nice guy.
Our opponent hasn't a chance!

I look so shnazzy in a suit.

EDIT: SUCCESS. It was easy and painless :3

wish i had a snazzier title.

Obnoxiously long post below

G'mornin' goise.

My friend referred me to an internship the other day because he thought I'd be interested. I definitely was, but when I called I was soooo nervous. I started wording really simple things in stupid ways -____-. Hate being nervous. It builds on itself and I dig myself into a deep trench until I'm completely anxious over nothing.

Later on I was asked, "How would you feel about moving?" How many times have I heard that? I actually believe it this time. And I won't fight it because there doesn't seem to be any other way, because my Gramma's really having trouble handling all that's on her shoulders. She's made a lot of sacrifices and isn't feeling well lately, like she's depressed. So, I won't be that asshole that's making it harder.
wow this post is a mood killer.

But my mom only asked me that one question, so she probably didn't intend for me think of all that. How couldn't I though? I'm always the link between everyone that people seem to trust with information 'n crap.
Anyway, my mom apologized to me 'cause she doesn't want me to feel pressured (when she realized I probably did know all of that?)
Seriously though, I just don't wanna move during my senior year. I've got more AP classes to worry about complaincomplaincomplain on't even have a frillin lunch period everyday for the first semester whinewhinewhine.
Basically, I'm easily distracted and suck at focusing. For three years I've had other wonderful crap pulling me in other directions on top of my usual laziness and procrastination.

kills me.
I hate talking about any of my emotions, especially anything bad around my Gramma. And eventually they were asking about my confidence levellll and if I had any at all in myself. Well, sometimes I don't. Sue me :P But I said I just don't wanna talk about.

Then mom asks me what'll make me feel better?
I tell them some damn ice cream.
Because it really would.

So my Grandmama takes meh to Baskin Robbins and we stock up on the goods<3
*is having iceycreams for breakfast*

So then. How're you guys?? :]

it's killin' me.

ice cream.
i needs et.

my mom won't get me any. she's trying to wane me off of my "addiction."
Grandmama will take me to get somm tomorrow. Hopefully.
this hope I depend on.

until then: *gloom* ferrealz 'cause Mister Softee dun come 'round no more.


There's a rumble in mah tummy.
I wish I had remembered to make myself some dinner >:I

EDIT: And Chiibz won't make me any fried rice. asshole.