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Whoa. That’s creepy, and it’s the second time it’s happened. The first time, I had a song by Manmade God stuck in my head, then I thought it was playing on the radio, so I turned the volume up, and the radio was off. So I turned it on, and they were playing the song. This time, it was the same thing with a Smashing Pumpkins song.
I’m currently drawing my “Hannah minus Internet (day 3)” picture. China Buffet is to Hannah as Taco Johns is to Ashley. And it will be my death. Where did my old Nickelback CD go? Don’t really care..
I spent twenty bucks in Nasco yesterday. That was cool, even though I had to walk there. I’m suffering from television withdrawal. I haven’t watched Adult Swim in over six months. -cries in corner- Ink erasers are pathetic. They shouldn’t call it an eraser. They should call it a smudger.
I had a dream last night that my uncle Fred made us teach ourselves how to waltz, but I wouldn’t do it, so he was going to cut off my arm, and I ran out of the house, and then I had to argue with some ants about a kite, and then I was a bird... or something, and I flew into this mass of everyone I knew that was under the age of fourteen and older than seven, and they were playing a game, and they handed me a bit of cardboard that said, “YOU LOSE”, and it was symbolic of a very bad thing, so I threw it like a Frisbee and it flew away forever, so then they all got pissed at me because that cardboard was the baton for relay races, so we all lost the game and then my old boyfriend began hitting me over the head with a baseball bat, and so I had to mess with his head to get him to stop (which was very easy, considering that he is the stupidest person I know), and when he stopped I ran to Taylor’s neighborhood to hide, only she didn’t live there anymore, so I had to hide in a stranger’s house, and they ratted me out to my uncle, so my uncle took me to his house and killed me.