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Location: New Jersey, United States
Birthday: 1/11/1990
Gender: Female
Expertise: the art of productive procrastination
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
2/6/2004
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| MY NAME IS HOFACKER, and I approve of the dark-haired, yellow-shirted guitar player on the left.
"Oh my god, look! It's Toby Mac and Tait!"
"They're rocking out right by our car!"
"AAAAaaaaaghh!! Wait... are you joking?" | | |
| Things I Want to Do Before I Die
(which I stole from debbie)
1. Learn to speak Italian fluently
2. Write a novel
3. Watch a meteor shower
4. Dance in the rain
5. Sit on an empty beach and watch the sunrise
6. Climb trees and make mudpies with my children
7. Go on an actual picnic, with a picnic basket and a red checkered blanket thing
8. Go on another missions trip (that one, obviously, not so hard)
9. Write long letters instead of short emails
10. Walk around after a heavy rainstorm and splash in puddles
Yesterday was Laura's church picnic, where Maire gave me my jacket, complete with a nice "How to Get to Heaven" pamphlet... perfect for city kids, because it featured black children. She also gave us the copies of our happy missions trip letters, which tapered off around the middle of the week, because we had no free time and we were tired. They started off longish and detailed, and by the last one, it was like "Hooray, Bastille Day! We slept late. It was happy. We had Indian. Goodnight."
"While Laura's group was hunting down an ice cream truck, they observed a few guys discussing the intricacies of dealing weed." But it's okay. Jesus liked his weed, too.
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| So. Bout them Yanks...
I find bar soap rather disgusting. Am I the only one who thinks this?
I was reading the apush book, and it seems that the author is rather in love with these founder guys. Or something. "Hamilton had a light peaches-and-cream complexion with violet-blue eyes and auburn-red hair, all of which came together to suggest an animated beam of light..." I don't know how that's quite relevant, and it's more than slightly disturbing. | | |
| Okay, I like kids. And for the most part, excepting babies who are all just ugly, I think kids are pretty cute. But my god, I have seen the epitome of ugly, and it is bad. This child on the cruise, probably two or three...oh the horror. She was the ugliest child I have ever seen in my entire life. I wish I had a picture, because there are no words to describe the appalling hideousness of this little girl.
I know, I'm going to hell. But holy crap.
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| Once upon a time, there was a pretty monkey who gave us money, which we spent on a pony. Its name was Sparkles. And it was good.
Laura found an old aquarium, which she turned into a zoo. Only she forgot to take the water out of the tanks. The first pet in the aquarium-turned-zoo was Sparkles. And it was bad.
Poor innocent Sparkles, he never had a chance.
Sparkles doesn't breathe well underwater.
R.I.P. Sparkles, we'll never forget you. | | |
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