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soundczechficBUZZ!!!
BUZZ!!!
BUZZ!!!
sambot: um
fitz: ?
sambot: kame-chan and i went on a bus tour together and ivy chan kept borrowing money off us for some reason and then we saw a bear being killed and we cried and cried
sambot: i woke up thinking
sambot: boy i hope kame is ok after that bear
I started typing this entry last night and then forgot about it. Sam wanted me to tell you all about how hard my life is, "with (my) words". This entry is going to be all self-conscious, I can tell already, because Sam is all excited to see it. Me and my words can never live up to her expectations.
It was really humid and rainy yesterday and Sam and I were walking around the city getting things done. I italicise this because anybody who knows us would be amazed how productive we have been lately. We were running errands and carrying heaps of massive bags. Sam was carrying a cumbersome package for our evil deeds. We're walking along and both taking these small, hesitant awkward steps because we both wore thongs (flip flops for you people who are going to be like, lololol like twelve year olds. Australians call flip flops thongs.) and our feet were sliding around like iceskates on the wet cement.
So we're walking down Lonsdale Street by Melbourne Central, passing all these people doing their daily shopping, on their way to work, huddling from the rain. I'm walking all awkwardly and trying not to kill myself and suddenly my foot shoots forward and my shoe breaks T_T. I stopped in the middle of the path and was like, "Oh my god, my thong." This is when Sam started laughing, and she didn't stop for a good ten minutes. I was just like, staring at the thong hanging half on my foot and then I bustled into this little alcove where I could sit on a dry ledge and fix the shoe. Sam stood there on the side of the footpath and just laughed and laughed. She said it was my face that set her off, that I looked really dejected sitting there on my ledge and fiddling with my broken green thong, bags full of our retarded equipment in a heap around me. I had to try and shove the toe part back through a hole in the sole. Nobody suffers like I do. I was sitting there fixing it and Sam was seriously like dying with laughter. Her face was so red and I could see tears on her cheeks. When people talk about hysterical laughter, this is what they mean. She'd sound like she was going to calm down and then she'd meet the eye of a passer by and just start laughing again. She said she hadn't laughed that hard at anything in a very long time. I was just like, dot. the whole time. I NEED MY SHOES.
After I fixed it and we started walking again she was still giggling and I kept saying things to set her off and she'd be like, "NO, NO, STOP, I CAN'T TAKE IT, MY STOMACH HURTS. STOP. STOP. SERIOUSLY. I CAN'T TAKE IT. FITZ. STOP."
I think my life has become like 150% more stupid and pointless and awesome this week.
BUZZ!!!
BUZZ!!!
sambot: um
fitz: ?
sambot: kame-chan and i went on a bus tour together and ivy chan kept borrowing money off us for some reason and then we saw a bear being killed and we cried and cried
sambot: i woke up thinking
sambot: boy i hope kame is ok after that bear
I started typing this entry last night and then forgot about it. Sam wanted me to tell you all about how hard my life is, "with (my) words". This entry is going to be all self-conscious, I can tell already, because Sam is all excited to see it. Me and my words can never live up to her expectations.
It was really humid and rainy yesterday and Sam and I were walking around the city getting things done. I italicise this because anybody who knows us would be amazed how productive we have been lately. We were running errands and carrying heaps of massive bags. Sam was carrying a cumbersome package for our evil deeds. We're walking along and both taking these small, hesitant awkward steps because we both wore thongs (flip flops for you people who are going to be like, lololol like twelve year olds. Australians call flip flops thongs.) and our feet were sliding around like iceskates on the wet cement.
So we're walking down Lonsdale Street by Melbourne Central, passing all these people doing their daily shopping, on their way to work, huddling from the rain. I'm walking all awkwardly and trying not to kill myself and suddenly my foot shoots forward and my shoe breaks T_T. I stopped in the middle of the path and was like, "Oh my god, my thong." This is when Sam started laughing, and she didn't stop for a good ten minutes. I was just like, staring at the thong hanging half on my foot and then I bustled into this little alcove where I could sit on a dry ledge and fix the shoe. Sam stood there on the side of the footpath and just laughed and laughed. She said it was my face that set her off, that I looked really dejected sitting there on my ledge and fiddling with my broken green thong, bags full of our retarded equipment in a heap around me. I had to try and shove the toe part back through a hole in the sole. Nobody suffers like I do. I was sitting there fixing it and Sam was seriously like dying with laughter. Her face was so red and I could see tears on her cheeks. When people talk about hysterical laughter, this is what they mean. She'd sound like she was going to calm down and then she'd meet the eye of a passer by and just start laughing again. She said she hadn't laughed that hard at anything in a very long time. I was just like, dot. the whole time. I NEED MY SHOES.
After I fixed it and we started walking again she was still giggling and I kept saying things to set her off and she'd be like, "NO, NO, STOP, I CAN'T TAKE IT, MY STOMACH HURTS. STOP. STOP. SERIOUSLY. I CAN'T TAKE IT. FITZ. STOP."
I think my life has become like 150% more stupid and pointless and awesome this week.
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Date: 2007-01-20 01:16 am (UTC)BUT IT WAS
I AM CRYING AGAIN FROM LAUGHTER
ALSO BECAUSE
I DIDN'T NOTICE STRAIGHT AWAY AND THEN I LOOKED DOWN AND SAW IT
SAW THE THONG
SAW THE BROKEN THONG
JUST BROKEN
MY STOMACH FELT LIKE IT WAS GOING TO BREAK
PEOPLE WERE LOOKING AT ME LIKE I WAS INSANE
BUT I COULDN'T STOP
I QUITE SINCERELY FELT I WAS GOING TO BE SICK
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Date: 2007-01-20 01:22 am (UTC)FACE ALL RED AND SWOLLEN FROM HUMIDITY
SOME RARE LAUGHING DISEASE
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Date: 2007-01-20 01:24 am (UTC)I KEPT THINKING ABOUT HOW I LOOKED
BUT IT JUST MADE IT FUNNIER
PEOPLE WALKING AROUND US NERVOUSLY
YOU SITTING IN THAT LITTLE ALCOVE
LOOKING LIKE A HOMELESS
PLASTIC BAGS AROUND YOU
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Date: 2007-01-20 08:40 am (UTC)Sam is killing me. And a part of me is like WHAT DO YOU EXPECT, WEARING FLIP FLOPS IN WINTER.
I really am in love with how awesome your lives are lately. And how happy you both seem to be. ♥
I went to the dollar store yesterday and bought tacky colorful crap for my room. I bought these AMAZING soft like, can holder things that are made of like bright screened foam AND THE BOTTOMS ARE LINED WITH NEON FEATHERS. I went all .... *_* and bought like ten of them. I was checking out with them and went back to exchange one colored polka dot version for another color of polka dots. The guy checking them out was like "...there's a difference?" I replied proudly, "I may be tacky, but I have standards."
I BOUGHT A GIANT PINK FUZZY HEART. BEST SHOPPING DAY EVER.
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Date: 2007-01-20 01:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-20 03:12 pm (UTC)TAKE A PHOTO OF YOUR ROOM WHEN YOU ARE FINISHED REDECORATING I AM EXCITED.
Wearing shoes is hard because I have to find socks.
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Date: 2007-01-20 01:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-20 03:14 pm (UTC)I THINK SAM HAS IT
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Date: 2007-01-20 01:36 am (UTC)I once laughed so hard I hurled. Like, vomit. :/
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Date: 2007-01-20 03:18 pm (UTC)When I laugh really hard or am really tired my laugh becomes like this weak high pitched quivering sound. I wish I could change my laugh so desperately.
What were you laughing about when you hurled :|
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Date: 2007-01-20 09:25 pm (UTC)The time I boofed is actually not a very funny story. I was stoned at the time, as was the person making me laugh. An old boyfriend and I were smoking up on the swingsets at the park, and he was telling me a story about his high school homecoming date, wherein she used him for the mum and the dance and game ticket and like was totally cold to him for the rest of the night, and just hung with her friends. So, he went off during the football game and got high with his friends, and suddenly the night was hilarious. He came back and went over to her, and said, "Hey, what's up .... bitch?" and he and his friends burst into laughter. "What did you call me?" she asked angrily. "Hee hee hee," he giggled to his cohorts. "Hee hee hee," they giggled in return. "Nothing .... bitch."
I don't know if it's the way he said it, or what, but I laughed so hard, the way he kept saying "hee hee" and "bitch" and his stupid facial expression, but I'd eaten a lot of sushi previously with him and around his eighteenth rendition of the story, sushi was coming out with the laughter in happy chunks.
"DID-heehe-YOU-HEE-JUST-heehee-BARF?" he laughed.
"Quaaaaquaaaquaaaaahhhh" I said and puked some more. :/
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Date: 2007-01-21 01:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-20 01:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-20 03:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-20 11:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-20 06:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-20 03:31 pm (UTC)Our productivity is seriously astounding. I'm all blankface about how much we did this week.
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Date: 2007-01-20 11:28 pm (UTC)austrailia sounds like a wonderful place to be.... :xxxxxx
i'd die to wear flipflops in the winter here. hkgdfgkygdf
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Date: 2007-01-21 12:44 am (UTC)sdflksdjflksdfj I don't wear flip flops in the winter really but Sam does, I think. You can, without dying. Everyone always complains about how cold Melbourne is and it has a reputation with Australians for having horrible weather because of how cold it is but really it's like, so mild compared to most people's ideas of winter. Australians are such whiners when it comes to the weather.
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Date: 2007-01-21 01:13 am (UTC)oh sam. same is really her own kind. ♥ flip flops in the winter here would freeze your toes off. XD I'm not sure how cold it is in Melbourne compared to up here, but... wet-cold is always worse than dry-cold. :xxxxxxx
♥
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Date: 2007-01-23 12:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-23 12:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-23 12:40 am (UTC)tired
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Date: 2007-01-23 12:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-23 12:48 am (UTC)why did your comment have a big space below it? is it your new thing? AJA AND YOU WOULD LOOK SO CUTE REPLYING TO EACH OTHER. are you going to reply to her comment about the poems? are you going to write her a poem?
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Date: 2007-01-23 12:52 am (UTC)i always think i have
something more to say
and press enter;
and then realise that i don't.
that empty line
at the bottom of my comments
represents the empty space
where my brain used to be.
i gaze at it and weep softly.
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Date: 2007-01-23 12:54 am (UTC)no subject
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