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life sucks.

who is the most famous person?

An intriguing question. Who do people think is the most well-known person EVER? Of course, there are many different kinds of famous. So most people split them up into categories.

Religious category, of course it was God. Or Buddha. Or Muhammad. Whoever their God is.

In music, popular vote was The Beatles, followed by Elvis Presley.

In celebrities, many people named...Tom Cruise. Nice.

Historic people... Hitler. Osama Bin Laden. Mother Theresa. The Queen.

Overall, it seems that God wins. That's fitting. Nice win, Creator of all!

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-i hate it when your friends text people while your hanging out with them. it's like saying "hey, you really aren't enough for me to be entertained by. i'd rather text someone for 4 hours until i fall asleep."

well, screw you, teenagers. put down that freaking phone and remember that human interaction is good.


moral of my blog? teenagers with avid texting fingers can SHOVE IT.

realiazation:my social status

I've realized that I do not have that many friends. Nobody asks me to hang out. I spend lot a time at home.



I used to feel like I had a lot of friends, as in I went to parties and stuff a lot. But now, in the dead of winter, when I go home and have an evening filled with watching TV with my parents while they fight, I realize I really don't have a lot going on.



But the thing is, I don't care. Sure, it's a little bit depressing, but I don't like hanging out with people most of the time anyway. I mean, teenagers TOTALLY SUCK. All they do is gossip and text. Gossip and text, text and gossip. I don't like either of those things.



I don't really have anything to say to wrap up this blog post, so I'm just gonna go ahead and end it.

office space

great movie. angsty, cubicle-bound, tie-wearing workers scamming the system.

nice.

watch it!

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writing a word over and over again sure messes with your mind! i still can't believe that blog is a word. b-l-o-g. pschhhhh. i know they just shoved web and log together, but it looks WRONG.

repetition kills you

mock trial!

Today was the very first time I have ever competed in a mock trial competition. Owatonna held an invitational meet. I was two witnesses today. One being an annoying twelve year old prankster, the other a professional, arrogant 52 year old meteorologist. Being two different witnesses means being in two different trials. And let me tell you, they're not fun unless you really dig court stuff, as I do.

Imagine an episode of Law & Order, now imagine the lawyers as awkward, awkward teenagers. And that's how my day went.

So, in the first trial, I was the meteorologist, Harley Bolton. I was the VERY LAST witness to be called to the stand, so I had to sit through the whole trial freaking out, because I wasn't sure if I'd remember anything. And when I'm nervous, my stomach growls like I haven't eaten for WEEKS. It's embarrassingly loud.

Anywho, I get up to the stand, and my lawyer is being one of those "um, er, uh" AWKWARD teenage lawyers, while I answer his questions as if I'm an experienced, wise-about-weather person. After we've stumbled through the direct, I mentally prepare myself for the cross examination. My character had a drug problem, but it was nearly impossible to question me about it without being objected to. But, lucky for me (as in I wasn't lucky), the awkward kid who knew all the rules by heart, he found a way to make me admit Harley Bolton had a hardcore substance abuse problem. Danggggggggg.

And, if that wasn't bad enough, he twisted up his questions and made me sound like I was testifying in court as a favor. No, I was definitely not supposed to say that. I'm surprised I got a 9 (out of ten) on the direct and a 7 on the cross.

For the other trial, I more or less pretended I had ADD. 12 year old seem like they have ADD, right? So I didn't stop moving for the whole 2 hours of court. I fidgeted through the opening statements, direct and cross examinations of 6 witnesses (including my own), then the re-directs and re-crosses, the objections, the submitting of exhibits, the closing statements. I was getting tired of moving!

Funny thing is, our coach thought we won both of our trials, but we won neither. Oh well. We've got the rest of the season to work on stuff. Maybe we'll win the next one(s)!

surprise, happiness exists.

I didn't think I'd enjoy the sun ever again. The blindingness, oh the hurt. But as I wandered around the school today, I found myself in the sun. And it was pleasant. More than pleasant, it was blissful. Not long after I ventured into the sun, I laid myself down on a bench. The warmth soaked into me. I quickly fell into a sleep-like state.

I forgot about the fact that I was wearing fur-lined shoes and multiple layers to keep warm, I forgot about the snow and ice, I forgot about the fact that the temperature probably had a negative sign in front of it, I forgot that windchill was a part of my daily vocabulary.

I was just was warm and content. More than I would've ever asked for on a Minnesotan January day. So, thank you, sun. I underestimated your healing power. The florescent lights will always be incomparable to you.

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you're pretty :)

hi.

I never imagined I'd be one of those girls who had a huge obsession with someone famous. Sure, I used to watch The Holiday a lot because Jude Law was attractive. But that crush was in no comparison to the fixation I have on Robert Pattinson.

"Loving" a celebrity is stupid. Ridiculous. Unreasonable. Ludicrous. Absurd. Downright shameful. And such a waste of time!

Yet here I am, being stupid, ridiculous, unreasonable, ludicrous, absurd, shameful, and wasting time. I'm not going to meet Robert Pattinson. Unless I stalked him, and I just don't have the resources to do that. And I doubt he'd really love some 15 year old chick creeping on him. So this is stupid. I have pictures of him everywhere. I look at him all the time. I can't help myself.

How much time must pass before I can say "Oh yeah, I remember when I was totally obsessed with him. What a fool I was!"? Months, years?

Unbelievable. I am unbelievable. I annoy myself.