Screw the title. %*#&@

I read several old posts, including one on my other blog website, oh, THAT ONE is just stupid. 

***This post is a cold, hard self-realization.***

 If you don't like slightly crude language, I suggest that you leave. 

Now.

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As I was saying. This is not meant to insult ANY of my friends. Guys, you're awesome. Just take this as a figure of speech, and laugh about it. I know that at at least one point you were thinking this. It's cool. That's why you guys are my friends (...among other things...) Well, let's get down to freakin' business, shall we? This me-Jess wishy washy deal ended a very long time ago, and it took me A HELL OF A LONG TIME TO GET OVER IT. Before I follow it up with the "You guys weren't fair in letting me cope on my own," and, "Get out of my life!" let me say --- WHAT THE %*#& WAS THAT BULL****. I'd like to know why at least one of you didn't just freakin' crack me over the head with a heavy vase (save your 'not worth the money' jokes). I'm only covering up my expletives to be reasonable, and at least PG-13 rated. I severely sucked. Like seriously. Kerianne, I don't think you read, but you sat next to me every stinkin' say this year. WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST SLAP ME ALREADY? DO IT! DO IT!!! That was rediculous. Really. I was such a damned immature fool. Everyone's immature at times, but come on. 

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I can't promise more won't follow. But seriously. What the hell was wrong with me? Guys, I'm really freaking sorry. Slap me when you get the chance. To Jess - I'm sorry. It doesn't mean anything, I'm sure, but, you know, do whatever you want with it. It'd be cool to kinda talk again.

GOODNIGHT PEOPLE! 

---My last from the throne of my computer table for at least 9 days. 

CHIARA, LET'S GET BACK TO BLOGGIN', SHALL WE?

The truth hurts so bad, wouldn't you say? So why tell it?

Oddly enough, one of my favorite parts of a blog post is its title.

I'm back, and blogging again. I'm rearing up on 200 posts. We'll see how things come when school starts - I can't say now. No sense in gauging the temperature when the ice has barely frozen. A few of you know that I was in Long Island 2 weeks ago. I think I blogged about it (GASP!) Just reading it - I see that I said I'll be going again. Nevermind then. I'm really excited because tomorrow I'm going to the Yankee game at 7:10 (at night), and then as soon as that's over, I'm shooting out into Long Island. My parents are leaving LI on Saturday - a week before me.I guess I don't really have much to say. I was just sitting around and a little bored. I guess I'll go read The Book Thief now. It's an awesome book, I have to admit. Here with my matzah bread, and favorite album of Bloc Party - see you later.

Inconsistency. I know, I know, I'm sorry!

I've been inconsistent, if you want to put it that way. And that's putting it nicely. I don't think anyone really reads this anymore. I mean, I think my father does, but I'm not so sure with that. I've just returned about a week now from a week-long stint in Long Island with my aunt and uncle sans parents. It was nice, and a well deserved break for both of us. Well, this Friday I'm returning. A week from today. I'll be there for 8 or 9 more days, (or more, who knows?!) I mean, who could blame me, nice house, I get the finished basement with a wide screen TV all to my lonesome, and my own private bathroom. Oh, I think I forgot to mention their in ground pool. That's the absolute best part. My cousin, too. She rocks. ---See you suckers whenever I get back. Phone calls are welcome.

186: So many things to do.

(I thought this would be a nice picture, until after taking it I realized the flower is fake.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I've been running around like a chicken without a head lately. I've been through so much. My iPod Touch BROKE! It's getting repaired this Friday, after about two months. My friends know how attached to music I get. AT LAST! Oh well, I guess I shouldn't be complaining, I mean, I hjust got a very expensive camera from my aunt, and I've been running wild taking pictures of everything. I think my mother is going to kick me out of the house.

Rocky