"a conservative is a man with two perfectly good legs, who however, has never learned to walk forward"


I'm caring, I do only what I love.
I go to ECHS, and i'm living life to the fullest.


i don't really know where to to start. i fantasize constantly, not to say my real life its great. I think i fall under the cliche that the grass is always greener on the other side. But with most things in life the greener grass is probably treated with pesticides and was planted over a landfill. I think i'm really messed up actually. I'm normally abnormal. i'm 15 and i complain about a lot. I probably sound like every other winey 15 year old brat. But i know i'm not. I dont really care what you think. But i think i just lied because everyone cares alittle, we're only human. I strive for my best at everything, usually. I get upset easily and everything stresses me out. Everything usually turns out okay but I never learn. Everyone I know thinks/thought i'm older, when i'm out people ask me for a "light." I don't like it when people wave some kind of meat-like item in my face and say "doesn't this lookkkk goooddd?" I'll politely say no and smile at you blankly and timidly like bambi. On the inside however, I'm thinking about how much i would love to tell you shove that meat/someones meat up your asshole. I'm actually really friendly, I have a lot of great friends, I've adopted them as my family. I really like star wars, tim and eric, xbox live, lifetime movies, dark chocolate, jens, and doggies. Oh i'm a vegetarian if you didn't figure that out Einstein. I'm painfully sarcastic and bluntly honest. Some people like it other don't. Jens is my only addiction besides watching the E channel religiously. Oh I love everyone, sexuality, religion, color, pants size, bra size, any size, favorite food, favorite drug, most everybody's got alittle good runnin through their veins. </small></i></i>
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well, it was a cold, foggy day in italy and everyone was really cold and hungry and tired of eating the shit they made for themselves well, mr. bread and mr. cheese were friends, okay? o they were chillaxin' one day, when one of them accidentally dropped some cheese on the bread that they made and they ate it without looking, and they loved it and realized it was because they put the cheese on uit so they invited mr. tomato sause and mr. pepperoni to try out the cheese bread and they both walked in the door, and the stuff they were holding (pepperonis and tomato sause) flew into the other room and landed on the cheese bread so they were like "what the fuck, guys" so they went to go get another loaf of bread for the pizza and they couldn't find any and everyone was gonna go home but it was really warm inside mr bread's house and they were snowed in or something so their stomach's started a-gruummbbln' so they were like "whatever, we 'll slice this up into four triangle-shaped pieces for us to eat" and so they ate it and they loved it, and they ran outside, through the snow, and told everyone about the pizza because pizza was the first letter in all of their first names even though there are only four guys who made the pizza, they decided to give credit to the Zebra that tripped mr. pepperoni and mr. tomato sauce annyywaays, the dish quickly spread throughout italy and into europe and it came with the pilgrims who showed the indians in exchange for fifty deer pelts and that, sierra, is how pizza was made you're welcome.
-Jens

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