| so i was talking to this asian and i asked him to tell me how to say why did the chicken cross the road? and so he told me it was mohibabonum and so i went to this convention and they're like talking to me so i pull out the ol ya know.. and i go mohibabonum? and they're like the flip side?? and it was BECAUSE i asked why did the chicken cross the road and he answered saying to get to the other side!
actually it means 12345 in vietnamese but that's not the point of the story. the point is that koreans don't move their mouths when they talk because they have bad teeth and don't smile which is why they're never heard of saying cheese when its time to take a picture.
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| | i just remembered in fifth grade when my group was working in the hall (we were the cool ones) and i told jessica? butler (dangit was that her first name? well i know her last name was butler i'll tell you that) if she ever disagreed with me again i would stick a pencil in her eye. and she went and told on me to the teacher and after that she gave me sort of this ha ha ha look and i seriously thought of sticking my pencil in her eye because i heard that it would poison you. i was just kidding geez.. not that you would even break skin with those old school pencils they were so dull. what a baby. | | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment |
| i have not been on livejournal in sooo long i can't remember how to use eeeeet! i don't know how to make people my friends...i really really don't and it makes me sad not that i even write in this thing or anywhere oh i am so sorry to leave you out of my exciting life. you must be so sad that you don't know what is going on in it, well here let me update you: it is just great. greater than a bundle of feathers from your turkey dinner. and that is saying something. soooo what's new with you? well i recently discovered that i was black listed. so yeah i was just thrilled with that news. i mean really who wouldn't be ecstatic to hear that? not me no sereeee. oh i know why i'm here...because myspace doesn't work ohhh remember the days when we used to fill out surveys and they would be like do you have an LJ? and i would be like what the heck is an LJ??? because i personally have no idea. well at least that's what happened to me when i was a young child. mhm.
so how bout them bears? isn't this just a blast from the past? just like becki's basement
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| so is livejournal gone fo eva? because that would be so sad only not because this thing is just annoying and very small. no one actually says anything so why do we have them? still i mean.. cause like no one seems to be around or something.. you don't need them but now myspace is just a bunch of balogna because all you do is search and search and search to find people then you make them your friend..but no one really says anything unless they are commenting on something to a single person which is (by the way) very unentertaining to read.
that seems hard to read and choppy..well that is a shame
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| whoa look at the new layout we gots heeya?
i mean no question mark..maybe a period or something..i haven't quite decided. well anyway i am really liking my whoa! they have the latest friends page entries thing on the side! and birthdays and stuff!! that's cool that is cool. anyways where was i? oh yeah (i am going to write like i am talking) (i mean obviously if you couldn't tell already) (but hey you never know with some people, they're probably like geez no one writes like this) (or maybe not) well now that i have gone far from my point...uh i really really like my life i think. aside from not having a job i am extremely happy. i wish i had a better word for happy because man oh man i HATE that word right now, not forever though. meaning i may possibly like the word tomorrow well uh darn i don't have a point. you want to talk? because i do
so spanish partay...cool cool. where should i work? i mean it's not like you actually like me enough to tell me. and it's not like i actually like you enough to listen to you. oh, BURRRRRN
you know recently i found this little oh i don't know what you call them.. lingo? jingle? saying? word grouping? little picker upper? thing that you say to get people to buy your stuff? phrase of some sort? (i was hoping by saying stuff i could think of it, but no didn't help at ALL) well anyways it's life is short. stay awake for it. even though life isn't short, i agree with the rest of it i mean ok so you're a little tired. big whoop. and it's like ok one extra hour of sleep..bigger whoop. does it reeeally make a difference? if it does well then you're a punk because it's called no it doesn't. i just realized there was a front door to the library. interesting. i don't care if i am suppose to go back and erase like stuff when you don't know what to say or don't know how to say it so it runs smoother..because this is my party and i seriously will cry if i want to | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| | i went to hooters today for dinner and there was this 70s looking guy with HUGE sideburns and a greasy part and giant glasses...and he was giving all the hooter's girls a rose (the ones he likes) and the waitress was telling us about how he goes all over the place to different hooters each night. (CL on sundays) his shirt said dynamite dave...and uh i don't really know what the point of this story is.. but he doesn't have a job and the girl was telling my lil bro to stay away from him because he's bad news. ANYways, well i guess you'll just have to deal with that because i have nothing to say, i mean my life is INCREDIBLY exciting but you know, you can't describe EVERY detail because then where would we be? | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| THE FOUR STAGES OF LIFE:
1) You believe in Santa Claus.
2) You don't believe in Santa Claus.
3) You are Santa Claus.
4) You look like Santa Claus.
SUCCESS:
At age 4 success is . . . not peeing in your pants.
At age 12 success is . . having friends.
At age 16 success is . . having a drivers license.
At age 35 success is . . having money.
At age 50 success is . . having money.
At age 70 success is . . having a drivers license.
At age 75 success is . . having friends.
At age 80 success is . . not peeing in your pants. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
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| que pasa calabaza?
i just shot my best golf game ever!!!!!11 yep, eleven. so i'm wondering ifffffffffff nah i dont feel like talking
buuuuuuuuuuut, you make me feel like dancing, i am going to dance the night away.
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| so i had the hiccups right? and i was having fun with them and then decided to record the length of time between each one and it started out with exact 10 second intervals, but then! as i awaited my next hiccup, they were gone! in three tests. coincidence? i think not.
so i am going to make a list of places to go for lunch. then, throughout the day, i will ask someone to chose a place off of the list, once that is done we will go to that place quickly after the bell has rung, and not waste 2000 pounds of time. sound like a plan? well it worked for the canal so i'd say so myself.
you know a pound of butter used to be worth a pound of gold? yeah me neither | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
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