dude man

holy man.
im so exicted.
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omg.
23 more hours.
oh mi gawde.

HAHAHAHahahahah.

my mom is amazing...

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[Buddy Barks Mega Loud]
Mom: Can you make him be quite ?!!
Dakota: Okay, Buddy, be quite okay?
[Buddy Barks Again]
Mom: Shut up before I send you to Olivedale.
[PAUSE]
Mom: Which is code for DIE!
Dakota: AHHAHAHAHHA.

ALL ABOUT YOU ~ CLASSIFIED

Life’s not what you take, it’s not about the promises you make. It’s not about the friends you might of made or love that is gone. Life is what you give, it’s not about the stupid things you did. Its not about the way things could have been, it’s about moving on. It’s all about you. So every morning when you wake before the first step that you take, Just think it’s all what you make it, and you’ll make it through. This life will leave you stressed out, left out, with your neck out, ain’t nothing changed. Real life, so we deal right, but it feels like its something strange. We wondering, the dumbest things, and let every thing get under our skin. Trouble again, trying to impress somebody else is f**ked in the head. So do you. You’ll never make every one happy, it just won’t happen. But the end of the day when all say is said, you better be ready to go back at ‘em. I learn slow, my verse show’s my growth my wisdom. If your positive or you negative, It don’t make a difference not when you living. ‘Cause some of the most successful people on this planet, will kill them selves or somebody else. Life they really couldn’t manage. Then we got bums, alcoholics on the streets. With no stress, no where to rest, no where to dress, no where to sleep. And they say: f**k my morals, I'm drinking away my sorrow, I’m living life and I’m happy, I ain’t thinking about tomorrow. It’s all about you. So every morning when you wake before the first step that you take, just think it’s all what you make it, and you’ll make it through. It’s all about you. So every morning when you wake before the first step that you take, just think it’s all what you make it, and you’ll make it through. Life is what it brings, it’s not about cars and fancy things. Or hair salons and diamond rings girls. Don’t you lose no sleep. Life is all about, the things you’ll never figure out. It’s all about the people you love, and memories you keep. This here is life, so tell me who chooses what’s wrong and right. Is it what we see on TV, get a job raise a family. That’s how I was raised, how I was brought up, get a wife a son and a daughter. That’s how I was taught to be proper, never thought anyone can get caught up. But slowly I grew up, and the fairy tail quickly vanished. Realized that life’s a bitch, and shit you gotta be able to stand it. And you gotta be able to handle it, the stress and the pressure you channel it. And you learn to cope at the end of your rope, anyway that you can with liquor or dope. Or work hard raise your kids, strip clubs what ever it is. Smoke weed, shoot hoops. What ever you find your happiness through. It’s your life. Just make sure you know what you want when you go to get it. Keep doing this shit for you. Not your crew, or the dude you tryin' to impress kid. Life is simple, life is hard, and yeah life is fun. So enjoy the things around you. Before your life is done. It’s all about you. So every morning when you wake before the first step that you take, just think it’s all what you make it, and you’ll make it through. It’s all about you. So every morning when you wake before the first step that you take, just think it’s all what you make it, and you’ll make it through.

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So there was this woman and she was, uh, on an airplane and she's flying to meet her fiancé sailing high above the--the largest ocean on planet earth and she was seated next to this man who, you know she had tried to start conversations an really--really the only thing she heard him say was to order his bloody mary and she's sitting there and she's reading this really arduous magazine article about a third world country that she couldn't even pronounce the--the name of and she's feeling very bored and very despondentand--and then, uh, suddenly there's this huge mechanical failure and one of the--the engines gave out and they started just falling -an- thirty thousand feet and the pilot's on the microphone and he's saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Oh My God, I'm Sorry" and apologizing and she looks at the man and she--and she says,"Where are we going?" and he looks at her and he says, "We're going to a party, it--it's a birthday party. It's your birthday party, happy birthday darling. We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much."And then, uh, he starts humming this little tune and--and, uh, it kind of goes like this, it's kinda: One, Two, One, Two, Three, Four We must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web We must rip out all the epilogues from the books we have read And to the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chair We must stare, we must stare, we must stare.We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell And in the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn't dream We must sing, we must sing, we must sing. And it'll go like this, alright While my mother waters plants my father loads his gun. He says, "Death will give us back to God, just like the setting sun is returned to the lonesome ocean." And then they splashed into the deep blue sea. (Oh,)It was a wonderful splash.We must blend into the choir, sing as static with the whole,We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul, And to this endless race for property and privilege to be won We must run, we must run, we must run.We must hang up in the belfry where the bats in moonlight laugh We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past And (in)to the caverns of tomorrow with just our flashlights and our love We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge.And then we'll get down there, way down to the very bottom of everything and then we'll see it, oh we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it.Oh my morning's coming back The whole world's waking upOh the city bus is swimming past.I'm happy just because I found out I am really no one.

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I think about everyone else, instead of me. Not a bad thing, but I just try to make other people happy instead of me. I am always making sure that what I do wont upset others. But then, people just get angry and frustrated. I try to be nice, and all I get in return is asshole remarks; Why is everyones attitude so shitty? All I know is that I'm destined to be alone.

YAY OMG!

http://www.moviehole.net/2008/07/21/the-x-files-i-want-to-believe/

sumary:
bascially, the movie is awsome,all though i cant confirm this until friday,it is rly scary. and romantic.Scully is more of a main character compared to Mulder,and Chris Carter inrtoduces themas a couple right off the bat.which is my favorite part about all of this.there are a fair amount of inside jokesthat only true fans would understand,but thats irrelevant to the quality of the film.it could possibly be the best film of the year. it already is in my mind, but its nice to hear it from someone else. you need to stay until the end of the ending credits for a little surprise that will make Shippers very happy. For all X-Philes, there are many moments that will make you want to let a girly-high-pitched squeal. So, I am basically MEGA excited.

peace

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plans this weeek?

monday: get paid, see alex, E.T.
tuesday: ________________: anyone?
wednesday:swimming @ alexs pool with darrick and alex.
thursday: stephanie and dakota go get tshirts made!
possibles:
-mulder saves
-believe again
-the truth is still out there
-mulder its me(mega letters)
-i want to believe
-trust no one
-im done chasing monsters in the dark
any ideas?
friday:12.01 am THE X-FILES: I WANT TO BELIEVE

I WANT TO BELIEVE!!!!!!

HOLY MAN IM SO EXCITED!
FRIDAY WILL BET HE BEST DAY EVER.
ME & STEPHANIE ARE GOING TO THE MIDNIGHT SHOWING.
OGMOGMOGMOGOGOGMGOMGOG.!



p.s. david duchovny is a babe

you make me insane :@

its not like you're perefct either.like wtf. you mess up tooo. it's not my fault we lost that game.sure i was on first, i went for the ball you dumb ass.of course i didnt meen for someone else to get it first.i tried okay, like fuck. you dont need to blame us losingon me. at least im good enough to have an actual possion.if you hvaent noticed, you playe verything. what the hell does thatsay abou yopu? you're shitty at ba and you fuck up so many plays when you're on the infield. so one: dont fucking balme me for anyhthing.there is so much more i could say about you. two :maybe you should play longer than you have before you start saying about how bad i am.i know what im doing. three: you're not the greatest, so dont expect to be.just because i know what im doing, doesnt make you bad. just becausesomeone asked me to help them out, as a favor, doesnt mean you have rto be mad at me. so what if you play that possision too? like i said; you play fucking everything.maybe if you werent always joking around, youd learn somethingabout how the game is played. did you think maybe youre always fuckign around and that might be the reason no one wants you to play for them. you think its a joke. youre a dumb ass.i want to hit you so hard you go into a coma for a year.youre so jealous that other people are better than you at anyhitng.so pelase do us all a favour and shut the hell up about how bad everyone else is and realize that youre not amazing at this game.you dont need to point out other peoples flaws to make yourself feelbetter.did you think that maybe everyone else is insecure about those things?we see that we made mistakes. dont you see yours? fuck.and dont try and be like my bestfriend after you fucking say shit about me.everyone knows youre only doing it to make yourself look and feel better.no one cares if you made that one nice play. that doesnt win a game.those fucking stupid plays you make loose games. you moght not care if we lose, but amoung others, i do.so if im upset about it, and i want to be left alone, dont be a bitch to me.youre only pissing me off. you dont help us. youre a retarded self centerd cunt. to sum it up: i hate you, you arent that good at softballand you rreally need to get over yourself.

download:

waving goodbye -bree sharp
beast of burden- rolling stones
tangled up in blue-bob dylan
my slow decent in alcoholism- new pornographers
american girl- tom petty