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OkittyFANTASTICO
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Name: The Ben
Birthday: 1/27/1990
Gender: Male
Interests: Writing, Reading, Drawing, Cartoons, Shopping, Diesel, Shoes, Water, Bathing, Hygeine, Youth Group, Church
Expertise: Absolutely Nothing.
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AIM:  OkittyFANTASTICO
Member Since:
2/15/2006
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| Yeah, I finally went out and bought A Fever You Can't Sweat Out, the
Panic! at the Disco album. It rocks. Check it out before they're
incredibly mainstream. That's why you can't trust MTV, because they
take the coolest underground stuff and popularize it. Things are better
with a cult following than when the sheep of society chase after them
foolishly. Especially when there are those people that are like, "Omg.
You only like them because everyone else does," but you clearly have
reasons that you like them, not just because they're "popular."
Anyway, there was something that I really had to tell you people, but
it's completely slipped my mind. Why do things like this always happen
to me? I spaz out so regularly it's like old people on milk of
magnesia. I totally can't remember at all. I'm really... dead right now.
Peeps out. (inside joke)
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| Hmm... So apparently I've been told that I have interesting things to talk about. Well... Sure. Let's see...
School was school, of course. I mean, it's fun and everything, but only
because of my friends. Gosh, Candace is the funniest person alive. If
we all quoted Candace, the world would be a better place. "I've never
even been to New York!" Ha. Okay, well you had to be there for that to
be funny, but trust me, it was freakin' hilarious.
Pinkie T's class is still unbearable, but at least he's started
forgetting I'm there. Like today. He asked Bobby and Stephanie if
they'd finished their work, and I was still working on mine. Totally
skipped me. That's awesome. At least I know he won't molest me, but the
fact that he calls me Ben and not Benjamin proves that.
Um... So... Video Bible Drama after school today. It was pretty cool,
pretending to be mean to homeless people and throwing plastic fish at
them. It's so hard to keep a straight face when Jeff wears that
hair-piece. And when he makes the Donald Trump face. Should he ever
make a Xanga picture, that should be his. If only because he looks like
a constipated Steve Carrell. The giant teeth were pretty cool, too. And
I think I've cemented myself as being a spaz, because I told the same
story to three people twice but could never remember that I did in the
first place. Go figure. Besides that, I twirled in the parking lot when
I was unsure of where I was and ran in panicked circles in the grassy
thing.
And... tomorrow... nothing's happening! Maybe the library? That could
be fun. I hope it's the library. I want to make my lunch for
tomorrow... Like I'll wake up in time. I want to eat breakfast, too...
I want to take five million showers to see if I disappear. I want to...
shop. Ha. I always do. In Europe. Still always do. At Diesel. Still
always do. And I want this Xanga to stop being ugly. I guess I need to
work about in PhotoShop tomorrow.
Stay safe, have fun, and both are possible at the same time.
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| Right, so this isn't really all that great. It's actually my second
time to try my hand at one of these. The thing is, my life is just so
mundane that I don't feel it's worthy of words. Really, it's
interesting, I just hate talking about myself... Unless I'm talking.
So, that was crap.
Let's move to Canada, eh?
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