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Saturday, January 13th, 2007
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2:51 pm - Bambi's death
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Oh man...scary stuff. On my way home from a YPCO concert on Wednesday, I hit a deer. That fucker just came out of nowhere. It's most likely dead by now, if the car didn't kill it, then probably a cougar or coyote got it.
Ah, here is a picture i shot, let's now dedicate it to poor Bambi *moment of silence*
my dog killed that rabbit, tore it to shreds and whatnot.
So, on a happier note, I recently just bought tickets for all the Cirque Du Soleil shows in Vegas as my birthday present. I've waiting for this for a long time, and I was finally able to afford it. yay
So I've got another YPCO concert tonight, what is it, the third one this week? Word on the street is that a certain Frenchman will be in the audience tonight...
(if you are familiar with the santa rosa symphony, you will know that I, of course, am referring to Bruno, the new conductor of the symphony.) How exciting is that? ok, not very if you have no idea what I am talking about, but still, I am very excited.
See ya on the flipside (homage to Mr. Berg)
-Smoofy
current mood:  rushed
current music: Pirates of the Carribean 2
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| Wednesday, January 3rd, 2007
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8:02 pm - NEW YEAR!!!
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In 2007,  smoofy0277 resolves to... Go glomping three times a week.
Overcome my secret fear of cheetos.
Go to clopin every Sunday.
Pay for my noodles on time.
Learn to play the cheese.
Get back in contact with some old lemons.
Alright, maybe i'll try and do a little bit more with this journal, perhaps post my art. Then I won't seem as pathetic *sniff* whatever....i need to get out of my house.
I got the super-flu of demons after I came back from snowmobiling in Tahoe, and now i'm over it, so now back to my painting. It was going to be a christmas present for Linda, but too late now, it's mine now bitches! hahaha
see ya sometime this year, Keep it real yo! ---smoofy
current mood:  artistic
current music: Blue Foundation
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| Thursday, November 23rd, 2006
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11:43 am - holy crap!
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wowo, my journal was deleted, but now it's back! huzzah, not that anyone actually reads this, cept' for a few stalker people.... but ne way, now i can comment on people again! i'm back baby, and this time, with a vengance!
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| Thursday, November 24th, 2005
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3:16 pm - A message from the Bedroom
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Dear friend,
Hi. I know i haven't seen you in ages. It's not my fault. It seems I somehow got locked in my room. From the outside. So now, I'm stuck in here. Holy God. And I can't get out. If you ever get this, would you mind helping me? there's a key in my dresser drawer. Wait. That's the key to your room. Oops. Scratch that entire last two sentences from the question mark up to 'oops.' Thank you.
Anyway, I've been in here since last time I saw Him. I ticked Him off real bad and He chased me up here. So, I'm stuck here, since I guess He locked the door. Well what did you expect me to do?! That dumbfuck won't leave me alone! He's constantly staring at me and trying to seduce me and touch me and kiss me and it's REALLY ANNOYING. When you get me out of here, I'm gonna kick His ass so bad, He'll wish He'd never met me.
Up until recently, I never considered the possibility of being locked in my own room. I don't have any provisions in here. Woo. That's a big word. Pro-vi-junz... Oh. Um. Anyway, so, if you never get this letter, and I die in my own bedroom, I want you to know that I leave this house and everything in it to you. Of course, you probably assumed that anyway, and if I hadn't said that, you would have taken it anyway. Just, beware of the woggly-fish in the third floor of the basement, and the trio of singing shoes in the second floor bathroom. They'll leave you alone if you don't provoke them. On second thought, just stay out of there.
If you find my dead body, just feed it to the weasels. Or bury it. Or you could prop it up and talk to it, then go out and murder people and blame it on your dead girlfriend, like in that Psycho movie. Yeah. You could turn the house into a hotel, and kill all the visitors and blame it on the dead corpse in the second floor bedroom. Yeah. Dress up like me... That's not hard, being as i dress in any hottopic clothes, and so you'd just have to wear a shirt and a wig. You could cut all my hair off, have Amber preserve it and make it a wig, wear like... a skin cap to make your stupid hair stay down, then wear my hair, and voila! You're me. 'Cept, in that movie, wasn't it his dead mother?
Anyway, since I'm hoping you'll get this letter and get me out, I'm not about to reveal any deep dark secrets. Oh, screw it. I love you.
No, I'm kidding. Seriously. Yeah, don't get your hopes up. I'm probably already dead by the time you're reading this, so you know, finding out that I love you (which I don't) when I'm dead wouldn't do you much good.
Sigh. I feel so deeply the sorrow which... Um... I don't know. I don't really feel sorrow right now. I kinda just feel really hungry. I haven't eaten since I got locked in here. Sob. I wonder if I'll resort to eating my own left arm if I get hungry enough. That'd be kinda gross. I think I might rather starve to death. I'll eat my bed.
Oh, if I'm dead, I hope you take good care of my sacred reclining chair. Maybe you could take it up to my room and set me in it.
And don't forget the weasels.
And the fish. I just got some new ones, you know. That little blue one is named after you. I don't care what you say about it, it's named after you. (insert name here) the blue fishy-wishy. ^_^ Kawaii!! Shut up.
Just for the record, it's 3:16 PM on Nevember 24th, 2005. Hopefully you'll find this by midnight... because if you don't... I'll be dead. Yeah. #1, no food. #2, no bathroom. #3, nobody to talk to. #4... NO FOOD! It's gotta be the end of the world! I haven't eaten in... Gasp. I don't remember the last time I ate. Of course, you know, I have a bad, bad, bad memory. Just about the only things I can remember are... your name... and... your underwear size... and... and... and... Amber's name. What is Amber's name? I guess I don't remember. Let's see. I remember... Allie. And Maura. I wish I didn't remember Sarah, but I guess I have to suffer a little bit before I die, you know? Um... I remember... Food! Oh... I could go for a nice 2-pound hamburger (made of real BEEF, none of that McDonald's crap) and a 3-liter of orange soda-pop. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Ow. Thinking about it makes me hungrier. I feel sick I'm so hungry. I have a headache. I think I'm naueseous. That's not how you spell it, but I don't have spell check.
So... How are you? Well, unless you want to tell my dead body, I suppose you really can't answer, since by the time you read this, I'll be dead. Starved to death. Died of lonelyness. That's not how you spell that one either, but you know, like I said. No spell check. And what do you expect from a genius like me? You really expect a person with a 130 IQ to know how to spell words like nauseous and loneliness? Anyway, I think I'll wrap this up, since the longer I write the less chance there is of me surviving until you save me, Friend. Hopefully, I'll see you soon.
Yours truly,
Karin
current mood:  hungry
current music: the blood curdling scream in the wall
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| Thursday, October 20th, 2005
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7:26 pm - holy-crap-in-a-box
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oh holy-crap-in-a-box there is this really annoying bird outside. Its really loud. Its so loud that it sounds like it inside, but i cant find a window that is open that would make it loud. I run around and around, but i find nothing! i run like a rat looking for cheese, but o cruel world, there is no cheese to be found, nor a solution to the incredibly annpying bird! *BLAM* hey, it stopped, muahahaha i am victorious once again....oh so bored...the wonders of procrastination...oh homework how i hate you, and now im talking about how much i hate homework which is just about what every other person in school does. Not very original i must say, but i have nothing else to talk about.
O geesh, im not very interesting am i, and who am i kidding, who is going to be reading this. Oh this is sad, i might as well stop for i am the only one who will see this...ah fuck! now im all depressed...shit...
current mood:  blah
current music: the loud screeching of a bird that akes me bleed from da ear
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