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[Oct. 23rd, 2005|10:03 pm] |
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This entry is going to be briefish, crap, and in the wrong order, but I dont care, and I dont have the mental capacity to put it in the right order, so there's nothing I can do about it. Stop waffling Emily.
Er, Ages ago Adam and me went to Dave's, and got really drunk, and had fun. Actually, I think I've already journalled about this. *Moves on*
Not so long ago, about 5 weeks ish, Adam Di and Me went to Nottingham to go see Million Dead, and then found out it was an 18+ night. *Shrug* So instead we got a train back to Sileby, or we might have got a taxi part way there, I cant remember. We ended up at Ruth W's house, drank lots, sang lots, shouted lots, slammed lots of doors, and I got period pains. Great.
Zis is Me and Ruthie Richardson...
Lots of people, including Di with no glasses...
and Adam Pete Di Dan Jaqs Emma.
A few days later news emerged that Million Dead had split, so we went to London on the Thursday and watched them in Camden. This was good. Apart from Di losing her glasses during the third song. On the Saturday, Di and me went back to Nottingham and saw Trivium, which was better. Tuesday we went back down to London again to see Avenged Sevenfold, and this was of the uber goodness, but then because of my stubborness we missed the coach, and spent the night 'sleeping' on the streets. I mean yeah, we got knackered, but Di burnt her arm on the halogen lights we were lying on to keep warm, and this was funny. What made it funnier was that she didn't notice until Maths the next day. I had also burnt my tits. YAY.
At some point over the last few weeks I went down to Ipswich to my Great-Grandma's 90th Birthday Party. She has twelve kids, so there were quite alot of people there, as you can imagine.
That's My Grandma, Me and my Dad, who looks like he has a poker shoved up his ass.
Last week I went to the Lake District with Adam. His Grandma and Graham (sp?) are funny. End of. The first few days we wandered around, watch unhealthy doses of Harry Potter, and walked up a big hill, which some people would argue was a small mountain. We also made friends with a cow.
The last day we went to Blackpool, and rode about 30 rides, and I don't think thats an over-estimation. It was what I labelled a [good day out], purely because there were no queues. I really wanted to go on Valhalla again, but Adam being such a spoil sport, didn't want to get wet :p. Again. Next morning I left the Lakes, because Dad picked me up and took me to his house, where I had to endure 4 days of Clare, who I dont like. And now I'm back home.
I missed something - about 9 days ago we went to AT. Oliver is cool. We bought a River Rapids mouse mat wih Adam's Avenged Sevenfold T-Shirt whoring the whole picture. Pfft. At about 12.22 on this day I ate my first ever doughnut / donut / whatever. Some of you may know that this was one of the things to do on my list of things to do before I am 20. It tasted good, and since, I have eaten about 7. Muahaha.
I think that's about it. I suppose I should say some stuff about school. I decided to go for Maths Physics Chemistry Biology French. Yuh. This is ok, apart from I need to do my Chemistry homework for tomorrow. Meh. So I shall go now. I hope this entry ranked 3+ on the scale of ok entryness.
Bye bye x |
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[Oct. 11th, 2005|07:47 pm] |
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Today, Adam got a boner in McDonalds. |
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[Aug. 25th, 2005|01:35 pm] |
A - Music
B - German
A - Maths
A - English Language
A - English Lit
A - Humanities
B - Biology
B - Chemistry
A - Physics
A - Art
A* - French
A* - Spanish
B - Italian
B - R.E 1/2
C - P.E 1/2
Let me explain children, in the last journal entry I told you what I thought I would get, and above is what I got. Again, the first two dont count, because i took them last year. You will be able to deduce that I am pleased with Spanish, English, Physics, Humanities, Italian and Maths, but not so with Biology or R.E. However, R.E I couldn't give a fuck about, and Biology, I'll get over it. Or not.
TO THE PARTAY! |
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[Aug. 24th, 2005|10:32 pm] |
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Clare was getting on my tits, which is an achievement, as they're so small, so I came home early.
The only vaguely interesting thing about the week was me buying found in the flood and gutter phenomenon, getting home and finding there was no cd in the every time i die. Busted, as we say.
I'm depressive at the moment. =)
Haha, in less than 12 hour I'll get my results. *Snorts* Here are some predictions:
A - Music
B - German
(I have those two already)
B - Maths
A - English Language
B - English Lit
B - Humanities
A - Biology
B - Chemistry
B - Physics
A - Art
A*- French
A - Spanish
C - Italian
B - R.E 1/2
C - P.E 1/2
It is at this point I would say "Ah well, I tried."
But we all know we didn't.
Night. |
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[Aug. 18th, 2005|11:43 pm] |
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Lo. I would normally start by explaining why my entry is mainly pictures because I can't be arsed to write about stuff, but I don't see why I should, because it's my journal. However, by saying that, I guess I just did apologise for it, so, yeah.
Well. Here goes. Ages ago, and I am talking plus six weeks here, I dyed my hair.
Then I met up with Elie and Kat in town, after which they came back round my house, and we played with Scoobieeeees. But we didn't make Scoobieeeees as such, Ellie and Kat just stuck them through their braces.
I don't know how she ever let me take this picture.
Ellie went home, Kat and me then ate real spaghetti and did 'an Ellie' and tested the 'suckabubble'ness of my wholemeal pasta.
Attractive huh...
A few days later I did some babysitting for Julie and Richard. Their kid is called Saffron. She's cute, and likes cameras.
*Thinks* It is at this point which things get a little hazy. Hmm... I think I went to my Dad's house next, because it was my Grandma's birthday.
That's my Dad.
On the way back from Northallerton I met Dave and Amy at Sheffield. We trained back to Loughborough and stayed in a B+B for two nights. Meanwhile Swerve was staying at Adam's Grandparent's. The Monday night I think we went bowling, Tuesday Alton Towers, and God knows what happened to Wednesday. Oh, they came to mine. For a full account of these few days check out Swerve's diary, you'll like it.
Swerve and Amy...
Gotcha...
Best!
=(
A few weeks later I went to Russia. Well, not just Russia, but yeah. This is a very brief exlpination: First day down to Dover over to Calais and spent first night in France. Second day travelled into Germany. Third day stopped in Berlin and spent the night on the East German border. Next day into Poland, and we spent lunch in Posnan, and had a tour from this nice guy called Pavel (Paul). *Giggles* Spent two night in a hotel in Warsaw. LMAO, I've lost count of days, ah well. Oh yeah, next day travelled into Belarus, stopped at Brest for lunch, and got to the hotel in Minsk. Word of advice, never go to Minsk.
The next day we travelled 700km from Minsk to Moscow. We stayed for two nights in Hotel Cosmos. It is a horrible 70's communist monstrosity, but it is weirdly the best hotel I have ever stayed in. It is huuuuuuge, with about 3500 rooms, and a reception area like an airport terminal. It's amazing. Not luxurious, just cool. We then went on the Red Square by night tour, which was pretty impressive. I thought St Basil's and the Kremlin would look so much worse in the day time and it would be a disappointment, but actually they looked just as good. The whole guided tour was made so much more interesting by the person who was filming us. 21, male, need I say more? No. I cried when he left a few days later. Emo, yes.
We spent the next day in Moscow, then stayed in Novgorod the next day, and to St Petersburg the day after that. St Petersburg actually wasn't as impressive as I thought it was going to be, and the Hermitage was too big to get all the way around, even though I did see some good Monet and Mattise. I missed Madonna and Child. *Rolls eyes* We stayed in St P's for two nights and then head for Helsinki, where we spent a few hours before getting on the boat for Stockholm, which we were on for roughly *counts* 16 hours.
It was possibly the weirdest period of time I have ever experienced. My cabin was ace, okay, it was as same as all the other cabins, but it looked out onto the interior promendade, so I could looked at hot passers by. At 2330 I went to the kareoke, and then stayed for the disco which started at 1230. This was the weird bit. For a start, I don't do disco's, but I couldn't sleep so I thought why not. I was innocently sat their, and two guys came and sat on my table. After working that they were Finish, we started making conversation. And, you know, four hours later we were as rat assed as hell, and I was talking to these stoned Finns, and out these Canadians, who were easier to converse with. Yes, I still hadn't caught their names. Then we danced, then we all got kicked out at about 0445. So, we went back to my cabin and I brushed my teeth, as you do.
This was the first night I had been in the presense of someone under the influence of E. Yes, this is what it does to you:
We went back to their cabin and spent the next 3 hours there. There must have been 150 cans and bottles on the floor, it was immense, and these are small cabins. Druuuuuunk. Considering that I still didn't know their names and I was getting harrassed, this was stupid of me, but I didn't really think of that at the time.
In the morning we had a guided tour of Stockholm and drove down to Copenhagen where we stayed. then the next few days was just travelling back through Germany and France. It was 16 days in all I think, 4108 miles, 6556 kilometers, 6 time changes, and 10 countries, France, Holland, Belgium, Germany, Poland, Belarus, Russia, Finland, Sweden, Denmark, 8 currencies and 7 capital cities.
Mum and me infront of the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin
Some Pub in Warsaw
Mendeleev's Periodic Table in St Petersburg
Pepsi.
Ahh...
I slept over at Toms on the Wednesday to catch up on gossip, which there was none of, so instead we watched Lost. This amused us greatly. Friday I went up to Sheffield and watched Every time I die with Dave and Amy. Fun stuff. We then got a train and a taxi back down to Loughborough and slept at Tom's. We were so pissed beyond comprehension, such that Dave was lying in the middle of the street and relieving himself in someone's front garden. The next morning we played squash, which I like. I'm crap, but I like it still. Dude. Then Dave and Amy went back, which was shit, so Tom, Adam and me were left cold and drenched on the station. =(
The next night I 'slept' at Di's. As you can tell my sleep was becoming regularly irregular. There were about 10 of us there I think. We watched Little Britain for ages, and then I fell asleep for half an hour at about 2.30, but then got up and spent the rest of the morning discussing music with Adam and Di. My back is really hurting now so I'm going to go. Ow.
Bye.
Oh yeah, in St Petersburg, I went to a Ballet. LMFAO. My Mum walked out half way through. =D
And I'm off to Dad's now, until Thursday. *Waves* |
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[Jun. 28th, 2005|10:44 am] |
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Hello. First I am going to talk a tiny bit about Download, because I said I would, but I can’t remember many of the details anymore. Ah well, all you need to know is that surprisingly, Head Charge ruled.
Friday:
Apocalyptica
The Bled
InMe
My Chemical Romance
The Used
Napalm Death
We missed Underoath because of our English exam *growls*, but we didn’t mind too much, because we found a creperie. In comparison to all the other days we didn’t move around too much, we just stayed in the Snickers Stage until the main act, then fucked off. We didn’t even visit main stage, ah the un-main-stream-ness.
Saturday:
Trivium
Three Children of Fortune
Hondo Maclean
American Head Charge
Alter Bridge
Panic Cell
Everytime I Die
Johnny Truant
Bullet for my Valentine
Little bitta HIM, for Steph
Breed 77
Lucky Nine
In Flames
Black Sabbath
We did loads of moving around on the Saturday, this had something to do with fighting our way through main stage crowds for Alter Bridge, then leaving after Metalingus, because they’re not that good live. Also, the best bands of the day were Trivium *shock horror* Head Charge *shock horror*, Everytime I Die, Lucky Nine, and In Flames. Okay, so that is too many to have as best bands, but meh. Lucky Nine, are ace. Still.
Sunday:
The Mascara Story
Society 1
Mudvayne
As I lay Dying
Caliban
Shadows Fall
Killswitch Engage
Mastodon
Lacuna Coil
Funeral for a Friend
Slipknot
System of a Down
Although most of it was main stage *grumbles and chokes on dust*, Sunday was probably my favourite day, due to the fact we saw Caliban, easily my favourite performance and crowd there, and System, who are fabuloso live. Fuck THE system. Killswitch were good but this guy landed on me, and Society 1 were weird because he was hung up on four meathooks. =D
Di and I on the road to Donnington 'Villarge' at 8.30 ish, Brrrr...
I want to go next year *points finger at Di *
After exams I went round to Tom’s and jumped in the paddling pool. I’d say I was pushed, but hey. I started walking round the edge, fully clothed, and then got cocky and started running. After getting totally drenched, I walked home damp, with Adam, who was also damp after climbing in. He slept over at mine because I missed the last bus, and didn’t want to walk on my boring lonesome.
The next day I met Katherine and Ellie in town. I haven’t seen them since December, so it was good to catch up on random stuff, i.e Ellie's slaggish behavior. Hehe.
Kat and Ellie
The glow in the dark ball we bought to play with, that popped.
Saturday we saw Greenday, with Jimmy Eat World, Taking back Sunday and this other band who were shit. Di and I learnt the lyrics – woah oh woah oh woah oh oh. Oh oh. The day was really hot, and I lost everyone and ended up at the barrier killing myself. I had to leave it just before Greenday *curses self* because I was in agony. *Shrugs*
Di.
Mid-week ish I caught Mum and Jerry in a good mood, and asked them about people staying in a couple of weeks, to which I got a few mumbles, a nice stretch of silence and people walking out. Sorry, there is nothing I can do, they aren’t bad people, honestly. I presume by the fuck off attitude that you wont want to come, but just incase you do, Mum says she will pay for a B + B one night, and I can pay for the other.
Friday night was Wills’ unforgettable 20 person party, and he had a bunjee run thing, wow. It hurt, but it was worth it.
Us...
...and us again.
Welbeck the next day was cool, I fucked my hips on the way down the tunnel, and now they both have nice red bleeding things, which are big, and sore. Yay. The whole day made me more confident about going, just less sure about the money it was going to cost. I would have had to pay £200 in sports kit alone, and that’s only stuff like shorts, t-shirts, and socks. Fuck about! Anyhoo, I say ‘would have’ because on Monday, I experienced the worst day of my life, which was nice. I went to London, on an £86 train ticket paid for by the MOD (666), only to find out from the nice Brigadier man that I have scoliosis, which means I can never join the forces. Ever. If you’re wondering what scoliosis is, my x-rays looked something like this:
which is why, for those of you that have seen my hips, that they appear like this:
Excuse me for the crudity of the pictures, indeed my spine bends the other way, the angle is more-so at the bottom, and I don’t have hair or pants like that, but you get the idea.
I walked round London for the next two hours crying, getting lots of weird looks, so I got back on the train at London Bridge and went home. I mean, yeah, I am MAJORLY pissed that I can’t get into the Army, but I’m probably more worried about the long term effects of my shitty back. [GR], everything I could have changed to get into Welbeck, the interviews, the RCB, my grades, they’re all fine, the one thing that I have no control over, the medical, lets me down. The moment I ever thought oo, I’d like to go into the forces, my body already knew I wouldn’t be able too, it just put me through twelve months of shit before it told me. *Growls.*
So as you can imagine, I’m not in the best of moods atm, so if you ask for something, unless it’s “Do you want to go see Million Dead on Thursday”, I’m likely to say no. Or to sigh. Or to cry.
Emily. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2005|09:51 pm] |
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Hey. Soon I will do an entry about Download, but at the moment I just want to have a bit of a rant. I’m not in a particularly bad mood, don’t get me wrong, just some things are poo. Firstly, parents. I know I’ve said this loads of times, but it pisses me off how some people manage to talk to their parents like shit, and still manage to live the same sort of lifestyle (I couldn’t make that sentence sound correct, sorry). I’m not saying they get an easy ride, because I know you don’t and it stresses them out, but I just hate to think what would happen to me if I talked to my parents like that. And Dave, I’m not talking about you, before you have a go. I apologise for sounding ratty, I’m not having a fuck at anyone, only my Mother, who would die if anyone talked to her like that, let alone her daughter.
Fucking hell, I’m talking about her as thought she is bad, when she isn’t really. She gives me pretty much all the freedom I want, she’s made me a fairly respectable person when I compare how I talk to her with how some people talk to their parents, and she makes good cake. It’s just saddening that she is being torn between Jerry and me. We do get on, it’s just that he works all the hours God sends, and this poses problems when there is a teenager in the house. Two examples – I got a letter today from Welbeck saying that I had to go for an induction day thingy on Saturday the 25th. Great, but Mum needs to come as well, and she is meant to be going to the Lake District for the weekend with Jerry. He rarely has any time off, so when they say they will go away, he hates it when they have to cancel. So Mum has got to come with me, but then Jerry is pissed off, because he doesn’t even want me to go to Welbeck. Mum was crying about this earlier, whilst I did the washing up because of guilt, when there is nothing I can do about it. Second example – Last night I asked Mum about Dave and his barmy clan coming to stay. To my surprise she says that she has no problem with it, as long as she cooks them a meal. LMAO. Naturally, there is a ‘however’. ‘However’ Mum said that she didn’t think Jerry would be too happy about it because it was on a Monday and Tuesday night. He goes out to work at 6.15am, and stops working at 11pm. You see the problem, no? She is just being torn between me, and her husband trying to uphold his profitable business. =( Another thing, I know I’m ranting, sorry, but Adam just didn’t even acknowledge my existence today, which was nice. Hello to you too.
Sorry about that bag ‘o’ shite. I love you really.
Fuck THE system =) |
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[Jun. 6th, 2005|01:46 pm] |
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Today was random. Some good bits, some not so good, but they weren't as bad as my good things were good, so overall it was in the positives, if you get that. My biology exam started at 13.37, and I walked into Loughborough with Guy. All fun stuff. On the downside I had a 150 minute music exam which I had not anticipated. I only went to Music to hand Adam my anthology. As it happened, Adam wasn't there, and Mr Ragg and me had a blazing argument until I was persuaded to do the exam. GAY. But even in Jake's opinion, 'can't be arsed' isn't a valid excuse for not turning up to an AS. Meh. |
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[May. 23rd, 2005|11:28 pm] |
Adam thought this photo was funky, so have it:
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[May. 23rd, 2005|09:19 pm] |
Hey. Today was fairly unproductive. I had my Spanish listening first period, which was a bit weird. Usually it starts off relatively easy, and gets harder as it goes on. This one was all jumbled up, either piss shit or overly indecisive. Ah well. I counted through and I think I got about 33/40, or something around that region, so I'll get by. Luckily I got 60/60 in the coursework so I can be a bit more lazy in the exam.
After that I slobbed around in IT2 all day, with intervals down to the roundabout and the like. I also was updated on the latest Alton Towers news by Tom.
The end. |
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[May. 22nd, 2005|09:44 pm] |
Aww...
Gay. And I fell out with Mum, but I am sorting it. Slowly. Whey, exams. |
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[May. 2nd, 2005|12:05 am] |
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That was annoying. I wrote this whole entry out, tags n all, and it got lost. So I am slightly pissed off. Meh, anyway, yet again, I cant be bothered to write about my life, so just have some pictures instead. One of these days I will do a big fuck off entry and surprise you all. But not today.
I went round to Tom's a while ago...
...and I also got into Welbeck, but I have no photos for that. However I did sleep round at Kieran's last night, which was funny, because we funnel drank, and tried to clear the washing line whilst jumping off the trampoline, Unfortunately I was laughing, so I didn't get a clear picture, but hey. You get the idea. It looks so pretty and surreal. And painful.
Bye xxx |
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[Apr. 23rd, 2005|01:30 am] |
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| | Queen - Don't stop me now | ] |
Me and Di just manaaged to delete my completed journal entry twice now, so I'm knarcked. Also, if you hadn't already guessed, I'm at Tom's getting bevvied.
Di says vfnjkvngfnbkfgbn, got she's fucked.
Nanite. |
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[Apr. 20th, 2005|07:47 pm] |
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Hello. I cant remember when I last journalised, so I will go from Friday onwards, which rocked my multi-coloured fucking socks. Friday morning I went to Art, bussed to Loughborough, and trained it from Loughborough to Rainford, in approximately 4 hours 4 minutes. I walked to the School, saw Dave and gave him an uber hug. We walked round their school for a bit, I had the pleasure of meeting the bizznatch Miss Fawley, and missed the bus. So doing the hxc move of getting on a different bus, I sat on Amy's knee. I felt sorry for her, because I'm a fat cow with a BMI of 19.7.
Fagan's people kindly drove us to Manchester, via an overly sexy apartment with a spacious toilet. We then ran along Oxford Road in an attempt to get alcohol without missing He is Legend. Dave bought it, we drank some stupidly fast, then hid it in a bush. Genius.
Apart from me being stupidly tipsy, and Dave losing his glasses, and Jake being on his arse half the time, I thought the gig was quite good. I did lose the sexy pen thing from my ear *what a shame* but I replaced it the next day.
Back at Dave's house we just laughed for 6 hours. My stomach muscles were actually in agony, due to me constantly wheezing at the hilarity of The One, everyone chatting shit, or the complexities of Dave's Dolphis. Also, I think Fagan deserves a special mention in this paragraph, because he was on form.
The next morning my health was still shitty, but I felt a lot better after eating three bowls of Weetos. Apart from my mouth, which was now quite grazed from the cereal, similar to when one eats Golden Grahams, but on a lesser scale. Tomorrow I am actually going to buy some Weetos, because I enjoyed them so much, and forgot how good they were.
The rest of this entry is about Dave, because we all went to Manchester, and Dave did some silly things which I have photographic evidence of. Also I will write in note form, because I am knackered. Photobucket is being GAY.
^ Dave wearing a sexy hat ^
^ Dave humping Red Power Ranger ^
^ Dave blowing his Digeridoo ^
^ Jake and Dave getting wet ^
^ Jake and Dave showing off their wetness ^
(Check out the £3 musical instrument in Jake's hand)
^ and us. ^
I hate living where I live. Distance is a bitch. <3
The next day I caught several trains down to Westbury, but I cried at Loughborough station whilst listening to Saosin - Bury your Head, because it was sad yesterday and stuff =( I lack the enthusiasm to write too much about the RCB, basically it was really really really fun, but annoyingly I wont get through.
1 - I am too crap.
2 - Most other people kicked ass.
3 - I failed to pass (HAHA) my medical because I have pelvic asymmetry, i.e. wanky hips.
Ah well, we'll see. Everyone I me there was fantastic, just to name a few incase they read this and think they deserve a mention =p
Kieran AKA Rowan
Alex AKA Egyptian
David AKA Biggie
Jodie.
I was Titch =D
That'll do for now. I just ate lots of raw flapjack mixture, and now feel sick.
Nanite x
*Miss j00 =(* |
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[Apr. 13th, 2005|10:48 pm] |
Lo.
Today, was shit.
And I have a spider, making shit mounds in the air near my ceiling. |
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[Apr. 12th, 2005|12:42 am] |
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Oo Ar...
Tonight, I have been a pirate, and Liam entertained me with pirate speak, such as...
AHAR MA BEAUTY I SHALL DROP MA ANCHOR IN YOUR LAGOON!
AHAR THEY DONT CALL ME LONG JOHN FER NOTHIN MA LADY
and so on.
Apart from laughing at that, I have done nothing. |
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