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| Alex Makletsov: My One True Love| What You Really Think Of Your Friends | | Alex Makletsov is your soulmate. | | You truly love Rima. | | You consider James your true friend. | | You know that Susan is always thinking of you. | | You'll remember Rohma for the rest of your life. | | You secretly think Fahema is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times. | | You secretly think that Andrew is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker. | | You secretly think that Alex Wishner is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Alex Wishner changes lovers faster than underwear. | | You secretly think Clara is shy and nonconfrontational. And that Clara has a hidden internet romance. |
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| Angst and Confusion of the Massively Bored and HungryIt's strange...or maybe not so strange, but I seem to lack consistency in everything. Personality, feelings, attitude.
By lack of consistency, I don't mean the lack of an overall sameness that spans years or of a basic emotional steadiness throughout the day. Everyone has that, I get growing up and changing, I get mood swings, what I don't get is being one person when you're not around people and another when you are. I'm not talking about a change on the outside, I'm talking about not being too sure about my sanity. Actually, I'm not too sure what the fuck I'm talking about right now. Yeah..I'm probably just bullshitting right now. I tend to do that without noticing. I say something believing it's true and then I'll think back a minute later and realize, "Oh wait, did I just say that? Well sorry, cause it's fuckin bullshit." Unfortunately, I never expend the effort to actually say that.
This isn't really what I was plannng on talking about though. I previously meant for this entry to be less crap. Okay, I don't really feel the need to write about this anymore, but whatthehell. I've noticed that I think more higly of people when I'm around them. When I'm not around them I'll generalise they're whole personality, I'll make them completely one-dimensional in my memory. It's not until I see them again that I think, 'Hey, she/he's actually a person. With DEPTH.' Basically, I don't think of people as people unless, they're right there. If they're not all I have of them is a false image. Nevermind.
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| Job dilemma!!! what do i do?Hale & Hearty's
- Lotsa hours-->more money
- Gives me an excuse to come home late
- I get a Rohma
- Will definitely last throughout the summer
Clara's Place
- Not a lot of hours-->so less money
- Get to hang out with ppl probably
- I get a Clara
- I have no idea how long this will be for so I may be left hanging without a job later
- I will FINALLY have some office experience. =]
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| Your Boobies' Names Are... |  Siegfried and Roy |
Boobie Name GeneratorLolol...they did the disappearing act. =] <edit> W00ts! got both of 'em =] Double the jobs, double the cashflow.  | | |
| Thank you to Clara's mom for a great day. And to Zoey to of course. =]Fun day today. Started off with my dad dropping me off at Clara's early this morning. Stood outside ringing the bell for a while until I think Clara's dad woke up and let me in. Clara, the bum (I love you. >_>), after doing illegal substances without me, was still asleep. She's a deep sleeper that one btw. I jumped on her a couple of times trying to wake her up, didn't work, I stuck a nickel in her ear, didn't work, I tickled her, didn't work. Her excuse:she noticed but thought I was Zoey. Do I look like a golden haired dog to you guys? Anyway, I decided to just crawl into bed with her and hope for sex later. An hour later Clara gets out of bed, completely missing the second body lying next to her, and goes downstairs to wait for my arrival. LOL. I figured I'd wait it out till she started cursing me out for being late but I got impatient so that never happened. Afterwards we spent the main part of the day with her mom and her co-workers at Chelsea Piers for their company's family-funday. Pretty decent. Good food, hour-long speedboat ride, airbrushed tattoos, and a shitload of hiccups. Thing ended around four. Me and Clara left with a huge bunch of ballons each which we dragged with us all the way to Queens Center (along with Eliza). There, we did a lot of window shopping plus trying on fruity dresses. We had to leave our ballons in a corner before trying on clothes and I was paranoid abt them being stolen b little kids so Clara marked them with "Gone shopping. Be back later." Or some variation of that. Surprisingly enough no one stole 'em. Unfortunately our luck with holding onto them didn't last much longer. After bummin off free samples at the food court we finally bought some food and were in the process of eating it when this little mexican kid runs up to me and starts tugging at my balloons. The kid's dad showed up and apologised but both of us ended up offering him our balloons. I wanted those things. Damn kid. And his twin, Yeah the mexican kid had a twin. And they both ended up letting go of the balloons. What a waste. Anyway....enough ranting abt nothing for me. I should be going to sleep....eh well. G'night.
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| Return to People LandIt's nice talking to people again after so long. I wub my Clara.<3
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And the brown one too. =]
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