It looks a lot better now, but I want sympathy, so bring it on, the commenter is now in working order, so everyone may console me...
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posted by baby bison at
10/11/2004 01:35:00 PM
October 11, 2004
It looks a lot better now, but I want sympathy, so bring it on, the commenter is now in working order, so everyone may console me...
posted from the stoner photo gallery
6 Comments:
Ahh! Poor Beth. But even though it hurts, it looks like it's something awesome to show off to the neighborhood kids. You know, until their mothers rush over and start spraying you with mace.
Oh, and I've started updating my livejournal again. Not that I don't love blogger, it's easier than livejournal to manage. But my friends are 'tards and therefore can't remember a friggin' address. It's far easier for their tiny brains to just look at their friends page every day.
To catch you up, warp speed:
Senior year is pretty rad, the classes are all easy. In English, I did my first paper on the Beatles. People were impressed.
I'm taking dumb kids Senior Math, that reminds you of everything you learned during school, from 2nd to 8th grade (basic math to basic algebra) and the stuff is so easy that you actually have to work to fail.
I'm in the advanced Acting class at my school (it would be considered A.P. if we were going to take an exam at the end) with courses that are UC approved and I'm doing swimmingly in it so that's fantastic. I just finished performing The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (abridged)'s Romeo and Juliet scene; my group was the only one who learned their lines.
I've got improv shows in a few days. The first ones the troupe did last month were fantastic. Rave reviews from a modest audience (the five people who saw it laughed their asses off). Suffice it to say, we've done a lot more promotion for these shows.
Still jobless and boyfriendless. Hooray!
My room is messy. Boo!
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Anonymous, at 9:13 PM
I'll first respond to Katio:
I am one of those friends that can never remember your livejournal addy, refresh me, oh sacred one?
I'm happy you still like the beatles. I like them too. What was the paper on?
Boyfriends are overrated (birdman's at school right now), but english teachers, john lennon, and hockey players will always be accessible via your imagination.
Did you know tom green has a blog that he updates all the time? It's kind of amusing.
You should see my toe now, it's looking a lot better, but it still hurts like a bastard.
I have to write a paper about drugs now, too-da-loo!
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baby bison, at 2:31 PM
Once, late at night, after my mom walked in on Birdman climaxing inside of me (this is when i just got my dog, and he needed to go out, and we obviously were busy, so he fucking managed to open the door, and go get his leash and wake up my mom at like, 3 am), we decided to roll a blunt and reflect. Birdman was still shaky from the incident, and dropped the blunt cherry on my boob. I still have the scar. It really sucks when your mom walks in on you doing the nasty on her couch. I really need to get my own apartment. But I guess the skin in between your toes is probably a lot more sensitive than my chest. Ouch. Anyone else care to share a horror story?
And thank you and katio for the support, at least i'm assuming it's katio...hmm...
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baby bison, at 2:37 PM
Yes, it's Katio.
Wish I had a horror story about the burning ashes of a cigarette falling on me. 'specially a disturbing one likes yours, Beth.
Tom Green + Blog = Eek! Forget a boyfriend. I'll bond with his blog!
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Anonymous, at 1:35 AM
OOouuuuchchhhhhh...
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Ben, at 4:00 AM
Note: our mother told my grandmlther the story about the couch--
one time barbara bumped into me with the red hot cherry of her parliment light one night while we were walking toward paul's pool, I was wearing my suit and man there is nothing so sharp as the pain of a cigarette burn you never saw comming.
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Angela, at 8:39 PM
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