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I actually took a look back my journal entries. I could journal entries from going from n00b like, to sophisticated stuff. It actually makes me cringe to see those. I never really had much to put in them. Even if I have been on his site for nearly 4 years. July 28. YEAH b***h!
It's actually really weird to see them. To see how much they really contrast with mine today. I guess my 12 year old self really didn't have much for the journal. That was also a horrible birthday that year. Even if born on John Paul Jones' birthday, all's I got was a happy b-day from one of the machines at school. The lunch room computers. It was that bad. No cake, no acknowledgment of it. Well, I suppose since I was born 2 weeks late, supposed to be a guy, my dad disappointed since I wasn't a boy, and that people usually don't have money left when I am born. That still says you can buy at least $1 card from Dollar General.
In other non-related sad news up there, I have said this over and over again:
PERFORMANCE.
I WANT TO SEE THAT GODDAMN MOVIE. NOTHING WILL KEEP ME FROM COMPLAINING AND BITCHING ASKING FOR IT. AND TALKING IN CAPS IS NECESSARY AND IMPORTANT.
I am pretty much scared and amused by this picture. I burst jiut laughing at it.
