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s e i z e m e . . .    and try to hold on

skimming the basics:

a thousand words

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because old xanga entries are just too entertaining

in lieu of studying...


so i'm on campus right now studying, and wayne convinces me to dig up my old xanga...and i almost forgot how fun/emo/(other fun adjectives here) posting is!

but the moral of all that is: i should learn how to bake better cookies...since i ran across this in my old blog (feb 11, 2003)

[the color of cookies]

so it started this morning when i went downstairs to see a 1/3 eaten cookie on a napkin on the kitchen counter. niki was sitting there, and i said 'they're that bad eh?' and she responded with

+'i have learned not to eat your cookies. i didn't eat that'so great....my own dad couldn't even finish the cookie...couldn't even finish half of it. so that was the first disappointment of the day. i asked niki to try that cookie, and she responded with

+'yup, that's why i dont eat your cookies. did u just throw ingerdients together this time??' [sadly...no]

then to school. i gave richard a fair warning, telling him about my daddy's reaction to the cookies...and richard could only look at them. he stared at it for awhile, and then he took a bite

+'they're not that bad...' [moment later] 'omg it has a horrible aftertaste...'

tommy's turn:
+'let me try that' [he had the biggest grin, as if in disbelief. he had to turn away and get up] '....'

andrew's turn:
+'are you sure you didn't put peanut butter instead of butter??' [you can see the invisible tear fall from his eye as he tries to swallow it down]

[break, grace distracts me while monica tries unsuccessfully to ambush me with her lips. thank goodness for my surprising spontaneous reflexes]

monica's turn:
+'its not that bad...they're not good but they're not bad'

sachin's turn:

+'yeah they're not that bad....'

jun's [loyaza] turn:
+'ooo from diem it must be good' [takes a bite] [has this funny look on his face][leaves]

danny's turn:
+[walks around] me-'how are they danny? [change of subject]

allen's turn:
+'they're not that bad. but then again i'd eat almost anything. it does have a weird aftertaste though'

lindsay's turn:
+[the biggest look of disgust ever][gets up and spits it out]

don's turn [best response ever...in a sorta bad way]:
+'whoa...they made me feel better. they cleared out my sinuses or something!'

+ oh memories...they make me feel so warm inside

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"get down on your knees whisper what i need something pretty i feel that when i'm old i'll look at you and know the world is beautiful then you tell me you say that love goes anywhere in your darkest time it's just enough to know it's there when you go i'll let you be but you're killing everything in me"