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| well i think the pic below is a good representative of my life story: Pretty good, just not good enough to count:
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| What do you know, I've decided to actually do something with this here xanga thing. Wonder how long it will take for anybody to actually notice? It's been months since I touched it, so everyone has probably already given up on me.
So why did I decide to get on here? Well, I guess it's because it seems like some of my friends here tell more about what's going on with them on their xanga than I ever hear from them in person. It seemed kinda wierd to me at first, but I guess I can kind of understand. Sometimes, people just need to vent, and if this is the best way they've found to do it, more power to them. I can think of far worse and destructive alternatives. But I'll go ahead and throw this out to any and all of my friends reading this: if you need a PERSON to vent to and not just a computer, you can talk to me about it. I really won't mind. I don't know if I will be able to actually help the situation, but if there's something I can do, I will.
As for my own personal venting in respect to the present, I guess I can pretty much sum it up into one sentence: I DON'T WANT TO FAIL CHEM II OR CALC II AGAIN!!! Alright, that's it, I'm good now.
But then again, if I dont want to fail, I guess I better get back to work, huh? | | |
| Ok, so Tim doesn't actually do anything in this and during the semester he just told me to have fun with it. So ok, my motivation is I am a scrawny, fuzzy, guy that is obsessed with my truck. I love my truck, I love all vehicles, blah blah blah cars blah blah sound systems blah blah make something blah blah. Oh wait, guys aren't supposed to say love, its not manly, or cool. Ooops. | | |
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This is my truck. | | |
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