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every now and then i fall apart

june 21 - veelas are not vuvuzelas.

i dreamt that me, annabeth and luke went on an adventure. we had to secure something top-secret from a scientist and was pursued by bad, evull men. in his gtalk/facebook status luke wrote:

"annabeth is prettiest when she's arguing with you. if you want pretty you could look at [me] all day."

aww, thanks luke. but we all know what a big fat liar you'd turned out to be.

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a joke/play on world cup that is only funny to me, i think:

"hey, i read that in world cup the veelas gets on everyone's nerve. i don't understand, how could they hate veelas!"

"dude, i don't know what you're talking about."

"veelas! you know, like in Harry Potter! beautiful veelas! like hot girls, right?"

"those are VUVUZELAs, man, they are horns that are blown and they make such an infernal noise. veelas don't exist."

"OH..."

"maybe that's why the england team sucked! maybe they were expecting veelas instead of vuvuzelas. hee."

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thinking about quitting facebook. i have also changed my twitter handler to capture my catcrazy spirit. i feel like breaking up with modern technology, really.