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omigawd! first postness!!!1!
current mood: stressed
current song: Dangerous, Ghost of the Robot
Hrmm...yes, be amazed. I, Jeanne, (though some may know be better as weezer/little-weezer) have created a live journal! *le gasp*
Like I said, be amazed. For it is, in fact, a very amazing thing.
You can thank Kelly.
Um...other news.
Yay! Yay for pink pajamas! Why it makes me think of the pink pajama song! :>
I still need to talk to a few many people and figure out just what this WIT program might look like before I bother Smokey about it.
That, among so many other things I need to do. >>;
Oh yes, and I have a homework assignment this weekend. I need to figure out what kind of revolution I would like to start, and it has to be realistic, so if I want to overthrow Bush I can't miraculously have tanks. Pity, no? So yes, be realistic if at all possible. All ideas are appreciated.
Randomness of the Day!
>>> My pinky looks like a velociraptor! D:
So I suppose this journal is more intended for all you camp people, as my other friends my be slightly baffled by a few of the names that pop up here and there. Not to mention it was Kelly/Pony that got me to make the journal.
*sigh* and just a note/rant; I understand my place two weeks out of the year and I accept it, but realize that the rest of the time I'm not a fucking camper, I'm a person too. Who would have thought? -_-
Of course you're a person, from what I can tell you're quite a fantastic person. But those 2 weeks out of the year you are a camper, and to lots of people that makes a huge difference in how they interact with you the rest of the year. It's hell sometimes, and it sucks, and you hate it, but that's just how it is. Believe me, I know probably exactly where you're coming from, because I was in your same position a year ago. I remember how much I resented it, but eventually the reminders stopped, because people figured out that I knew my place and I didn't need to be reminded of it. It's just something you need to accept. It's hard to think that it's over eventually, I know I thought it'd be that way forever, but it's not.