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Crap, I really need to post my art sometime. I'm nervous about doing that though. I don't think it's any good and people online are mean. I'm so inspired by all these artists, they make me want to draw. Lurking is no fun, especially for as long as I have. Anyways I need to kick my own butt and just do it already. Trying to write music is hard. I have to write lyrics and a melody to go with the lead guitar in this rock camp thing I'm in. I fail at both. I didn't sign up for this! I just wanted to play lead rythm guitar. Now I have to sing because there are too many guitarists. Boohoo, poor me.STOP WHINING! This is titled "holy cow" because I

I was, as usual, checking on whitedog1's new entries and I saw the little joke about the mormons. I must say I am not insulted, but there are a few inaccuracies I must point out. Missionaries come in pairs, which could have added more interest in her comic. My own brother is on a mission in Albania. The kids there pick on him and his companion because they are Americans, by throwing rocks and kicking him and acting like they are going to punch him. My brother is very tall and very strong, so these attempts at intimidating him fail and the teens usually end up hurting themselves more. In Albania it is acceptable to hit kids in public, which my

I love burts bees lip stuff. I think I'm addicted. It has become a necessity in my daily life. If I don't have my burts bees I start foaming at the mouth and twitching, Just kidding. But really, I can't survive without it. I've been looking at pics of me when I was a tiny baby, and I think I was the cutest baby EVER. For some reason I always feel sad when I look at them, like I'm missing out on something, its weird. I can't beleive I will be graduating soon, hopefully. I spit rasberries at highschool, yet cling to it. I'm a toysRus kid, (get it?). Washington DC is so cool, but my camera died and I only took a few pics, luckily my Posse took s