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One hobo eats a brick to see if he can get it to come out the other end. 8 HP

I had taco bell with my bffl

Apparently tomorrow an atomic bomb hits my school and doesn't hurt anyone else or leave radiation.

Well the fifth grader 11 year old monster still goes to the private school, I don't know how they even let her dress the way she does. You'd think someone would notice the dramatic change and be alarmed there.

Granted. This power kicks in when you're on a romantic dinner. Your loved one is the first to go, as you're caught gazing in her eyes. Then, everyone in the restaurant bleeds everywhere and you're left there with a whole bunch of food and dead, bloody people. I wish I didn't cut my hand last night.

So I went to a certain park twice tonight, and I'll divide the second time into two parts. First time I took dem 9-10 year olds and my dog, they decided to swing across the creek on the rope and the girl pushed one of the little guys and he fell in. Right, little kids not knowing the possible consequences of their actions. Second time part 1. I went with my sister and her friend, both 13. My sister didn't come back with us to the rope, but the other girl did. We found a group of neighbor kids yelling and swearing at each other, doing stupid destructive things, and still showing fear (though masked by comebacks and obscenities). I heard an 8 year old drop several F bombs. I heard all the kids swear a ton, they ranged in age from 8-12 I think. Great. Second time part 2. Those kids left, we retrieved my sister and went back there a short time later. We found two girls who I've met previously. The first girl used to be close friends with my sister. Kind of dorky, medium length curly hair, obnoxious but clean-mouthed. Now she had short, straight hair, wore a bunch of makeup, and swore. A lot. She is 13 and attempted suicide a couple months ago. The second girl was more dramatically changed though. Last year, I recall her being on my bus since she takes a connecting bus from her religious private school. Before, she was a typical 10 year old: she'd occasionally wear makeup for the sake of feeling princess-like, she was offended by "bad words" being said on a bus full of high-schoolers, she played her DS or her virtual pet all the time, she had medium length brown hair, and she dressed in occasionally mismatched but age-acceptable outfits. We referred to her as Justin Bieber girl because she was frequently heard singing his songs and fantasizing about moving to California to become famous and sing with him. Today? I came across an 11 year old girl who was barely recognizable. She had short, black hair, and was wearing a black dress with a black spiked belt over it (backwards?), black skinny jeans, and similarly styled Vans skate shoes. She wore full makeup, including plenty of black eyeliner and mascara. She reached into her shirt constantly to retrieve het cigarettes and lighter. Her friend smoked too (and eventually ran off with the cigarettes). She swore like a sailor. After the first girl ran off, girl 2 lit something on fire and threw it into a little trash bag. That fire was beginning to grow to a decent size. I wanted out of there. I didn't know how to get out or how to get my sister and her friend out. I faked a phone call and went to sit at the park playground. I then called my friend until the girls came out and told me the fire was still burning. Cool. Then the scary little girl took my phone and called three phone numbers that apparently all belonged to her family, so if those were correct numbers she's got my number now. After that, she led my sister and her friend to the fire, which was basically out THANK GOD. We moved on to the "treehouse", which basically looks like where runaways or teen drug junkies chill. There was a real firepit there, so I wasn't as afraid with her lighting fires in it. Also, the ground there was soaked and would put anything out. After she talked to my sister and her friend for a while, she asked if they dared her to light the tarp roof of the little shack on fire. My sister's friend said yes. Way to go. The girl did it and the tarp started burning and crackling quickly. The girl stayed too close and burned her hand. When she lit it, I was walking away because my attempts to stop her and to get her to find a way to put it out failed. I walked like 20 feet ahead of the others and started texting. I was freaking out, I get easily stressed and this was just ridiculous and terrible and wrong. As we walked away, the girl asked how to take care of her burn and what's going to happen to it. She also came up with an excuse for her mom on how it happened. It sticks in my mind. This girl who smokes and lights things on fire, lies, and runs all around most likely not letting anyone know where she is said "My mom's gonna kill me". She was concerned about what trouble she'd get into, like a normal 11 year old. As we walked, she asked if she could come to one of our houses. I decided we were going to my sister's friend's but saying it was her cousin's house. We didn't have to use that though, the girl randomly turned and walked away. Yeahh not associating with her again. Bright side: I spent about 4 hours outside tonight.

The dumb people who establish the concentration camps secure them with walls instead of fences. 9 HP

Not all Disney. Not to be a snob or anything.

Not creeping, I just don't like walking the dog alone. When we went to the park the little girl pushed one of the little boys into a creek.

Granted, but you're some tiny figurine now because otherwise you'd be insanely heavy. The only reason you get the attention of any gangsters is you're lying in a pipe of bullets and you anger them because you can't be loaded into their guns. I wish little kids didn't cause trouble under my supervision.

Okay, it might be a better idea for me to go on walks on my own rather than telling the little kids I'll take them to the park.

We have enough pets and already wits

Everything in this thread has been repeated at least more than once. Get over it. Maybe the repetition is what annoys Lenin.

While a hobo is visiting the wall (and yelling at random people about how terrible technology is and how he lived through Vietnam without killing babies so leave him alone already and stop staring), he pees on it, putting to shame a majestic monument. 9 HP

I'm making enchiladas for dinner.

Not a lot goes on here

Poking at it didn't get much out, it wouldnt drain. Now my mom is up and told me to take something for the pain if I need it and just see if it goes away.

But the person who bombed the wall creates a worldwide wall-terrorist group to destroy the walls every night when the protesters aren't watching. 9 HP

Except when the someone drops a nuclear bomb on the wall, now the wall won't be seen again. 9 HP

There's some bump on my gums, I think it's filled with blood from what I've been able to figure out but I can't get it go away and it hurts.

So I needed to get Carlos for bedtime. I went to open the back door to get him to come in. He was right there, but Boo Boo thought it was okay to run outside and both cats dashed for my mom's car and then to my neighbor's house. I ran through the wet grass in my socks, Boo Boo disappeared in the dark somewhere but I got Carlos. As I was carrying him home, the dogs across the street saw me and started barking obnoxiously. Well hello dogs, if you weren't so blind you'd know that 1) I'm a neighbor and not causing trouble and 2) I'm frequently at your house and when the resident of that home who I love dearly isn't there I visit you doggies anyway at the fence. Now the Carlos is scratching to get out of my room, but I'm not letting him go. I saved him.

Didn't you read the warnings? That's a common side effect of this thread.

I'll die someday of something, but until then I'm going to live. Some things I'll do, some choices I make, some people I see may have an effect on when I die, but maybe not. Maybe I'll be home alone doing nothing wrong and a plane will crash into my house. Maybe I'll get some new virus. Maybe I'll die in a bombing alongside people I love. I don't know at this point how it will happen, but I'm going to die. I'd hope it'd be later in my life and maybe by then I'll have figured out my goals and achieved some of them, but if not, most things end, and life always has so far.

What about parents or unavoidable neighbors or relatives.

Hmm, people. People calling the things I like stupid. To each their own opinion, but when you call my favorite shows/music/closest friend stupid I lose a bit of respect for your opinion. Lies. Even white lies. When it's something small that I'm lied to about, I'm still slightly annoyed when people grow the balls to tell me the truth. This is really unfair to me, but getting pranked. My friend April fool'd me hard, the thing she made up really made me mad and was super believable and I couldn't even tell her what my thoughts were on the subject because I'd be risking a lot. I mean, I can take a joke, and I should have thought of the fact that it was April Fools Day, but I was angry over the context and content of the joke. I'm more than amused when someone can jump out at me and scare me because that's something I do to people all the time, but serious mind twisters just make me unpleasant to be around. I strongly dislike being ignored. I understand peoples' lives are too busy for me, but I spend enough time alone (at my own fault) and I'd really like it if people would talk to me when I reach out. The overuse of hate and love. I have a very short list of things I hate and I tend not to use the word unless I really mean it. I love more things than I hate, but I mean it when I say I love something. Not saying love can't be used in small ways, there are certainly varying levels, but love vs. infatuation and such issues irritate me. People talking behind each others' backs. I don't know if I'm personally affected by this (people talking behind my back, I hope they don't), but I hear things all the time from my friends. Sometimes I wish people would just sit down with whoever they're mad at and lay everything out there. The domination of text communication. The means of this post may make me hypocritical, but it's bad for our culture. I've had people angrily text me and I tell them to call me or I ask if I can just talk to them face to face about it and they wimp out. I hold things in and I'm not very confrontational, but the text thing is so weak. Also, this contributes to the love thing - love you fits well at the end of a text but quite possible doesn't mean anything. People not showing up to things. This relates to the appointment I had at the portrait studio over spring break when I was supposed to order my senior pictures and nobody was there. (sidenote: they still haven't called/emailed back, grrr.) Judgmental overachievers. I see this a lot now with the rush for everyone to get off to college and start their lives. People keep pressuring anyone not planning on college into doing things they're not sure of. Some of these people might need the push or help, but some are responsible young adults and none of either group needs people throwing their judgments at them or the hush-hush "oh, so and so doesn't know what they're doing, what a shame". Also, the people who think college is stupid, the other end of the spectrum, are annoying as well. Not related to the whole futures thing, I don't like snobby people judging (yeah this goes out to you girl who got the "how" face when I beat your ACT score by four points, have fun spending $40K a year going to school for teaching musi- oh wait, you didn't get into the program, you're majoring in norwegian.) This means the people who get "Whut how" looks when the unexpected person does well, or hushed disappointed comments in people who "use to be/should/could be better". Ugg boots and sweat pants. Yeah, looks nice and comfortable, but please don't come to school like that four days a week. I think I'm feeling better now.