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Name: Annie
Location: Bucharest, Romania
Birthday: 7/24/1988
Interests: I think you know what.
Expertise: Lets face it: no one in this country is particularly good at anything.
Message: message me
AIM:  AnnikinsII
Member Since:
7/11/2004
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| The shoes and shirt that i won in passion for flashin came this week. God i love Capitalism.
 
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This is Rupert. He is currently employed as a member of The (Olympic) Hopefuls, and his only job is to dance around like a maniac, trying to get people up and groovin'. This man is quite possibly the most valuable concert asset of all time. Kudos. |
The Big Wu was also very good. And to continue with my last rant....Grr 18+ shows! Dredg is playing the Roy Wilkins on the 19th. I'll be there for backstage stuff, dinner/drinks after w/ Gavin & rest at the 112 (their french fries are the shit). Dino, drew, mark, gavin, sound guy, manager, light guy are sleeping in my basement that night until future notice. You are all welcome to crash the parties, but i have no more room for in paul's car. Yeah.
Luke is in Japan. For 2 more weeks. Boo. But! I checked the Wenger website, and my red-hot modeling pictures are in!
Wenger Inc. paid me $240 for this v. risque picture.What a world. To see more exciting pictures of me on the web, visit Wenger's website. Special thanks to Jon's mom for the free money.
I am growing up way to fast, and would someone stop it please. I mean, obviously without doubt the world would be a very unorganized place, but this has just gone too far. Some of my most recent doubts include watching spanish-dubbed cell phone videos of bryan and mike making out for money. Something i could have done without seeing, buy hey....what are you gonna do?
But seriously, i really can't stress this enough: Capitalism. | | |
| I have brought to you all today the following question:
Why, dear Music Gods, would you ever make a concert 18+? To prevent high schoolers such as myself from mixing with a worthier race? To minimize teen pregnancy? No one will ever be able to answer this question without making me cry.
Much to my dismay, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah's april show is completely sold out. And just to rub it in, their webmaster bolded, capitalized, and excitedly punctuated the SOLD OUT! next to the minneapolis date. No one likes me.
On a brighter note, i am looking forward to things: I am finished with high school. Solo/Ens. contest went well, climbing comp. this weekend, and concert exchange with Ian coming up. New Pornographers/Belle and Sebastian for Hopefuls in Madison. St. Valentine's day should be very interesting. I also have made a plan to use my last few months at EHS to learn something useful; I have convinced Gardner to allow me to study religious texts for my outside reading. Taoism, Buddhism, Hindu, Christianity and Judaism...1200 pages...get ready to rock.
And finally, something interesting has happened. Right, so saturday i went to this party that consisted of mostly Brazilians from some immersion school in st. paul. Now, i didnt personally know anyone there except Luke and our connection to the now-28 Amii, Mike. I was asked if i was american, oh, let's say 12 times. Every time i responded "yes", i got some sort of "All right! My first american! I've met a real American!" My favorite two new friends Basiten and Stefan (both French, though their english is impeccable), have informed me that every stereotype of Americans that they had come to know in France is actually quite true. They're coming to the Arrested Development party friday to see what it is we do in this country. Go america. | | |
| I met my first girl. Her name was Sally. Was that a girl, was that a girl. That's what people kept asking. | | |
| Life is like water to thawed orange juice concentrate:
Thinning out the population one hate crime at a time.
Think about it. | | |
| This morning i woke up with perfect vision. What an astonishing and backward world we live in.
There comes a time in every person's life when
they deserve
complete and total honesty. I have a question for only one of you, you
know who you are, that has plagued me for hours, maybe even
days. Out of
blatant curiosity...and I'm pretty sure we're all dieing to
know...which of you betrayed me? Don't pretend like
you dont know what im talking about, 'O trespasser. Should i tell them
or should you?
Well, for the sake of
everyone who is somewhat confused...yet curious enough to still be reading, last month Xanga asked
me to remove the "nudity" from the rock statue of my last post after it
had been reported by a reader. It caused only the smallest of troubles, but i would very much like to know if you were actually offended or if you did it just to see what would happen. I can only assume the latter, and
congratts...it was amusing But just in case...i formally
apologise and encourage you to own up so that i can laugh at you.
With contempt.
Sorry about the lost comment, kelly.
i hope to see your full recovery.
1. My left foot has refreshed itself from some deep shade of an unpleasant color. I thank you for your prayers.
2. I want to be a race car driver.
3. Check out my profile picture; i am extremely proud of it. I
never thought i would actually get a good photo of me, clothed in only duct tape, giving someone else the "You cant be serious." look. I honestly cannot look at it without cracking up. Priceless.
4. If i find my wallet, I will be able to afford a 15 or 21 day canoe with Menogyn this year.
This is big, guys.
5. My car will be repaired for less than it is worth. i am absolutely
astounded and, coincidentally, totally unharmed...though ander's $20,000 cello's
case smashed my CD changer. Bitch.
Graduates of 2005 and those years previous: you thought Cussler was the best? Well chew on this:
"No,
he was not. No! Yes I am sure. Look, Zach, i majored in.... Alright, you know what? Fine! FINE!
SHAKESPEARE WAS THE GAYEST MAN WHO EVER LIVED!!! THERE I SAID IT! HAPPY?"
"yes."
This is my lit teacher. hear him roar.
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