Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Again and Again
Power went out again in the quad. wtf? Anyhow, I've just gotten off work, rushed over to this computer to check some stuff due to power outage and find out it was back on awhile ago, so hopefully, I'll have nothing to worry about. After this, I'm running to the library to do that research and then find Keen and work on the papers. Joyous. Then, back to work. I finished The Man in the High Castle and all the Hebrew homework, minus the 6 other sentences about "me." I'll do those later. As in tomorrow. And then there's AR homework but easy stuff. Then, maybe maybe maybe I can rest. Do all the research today, write the paper tomorrow. Be done by Thursday. Then do the other paper. And now there's some issue with whether I can go to Maine or not because Dan D(the second) says he forgot about the coverage and might not be able to do it! Damn it.
And Miles To Go Before I Sleep...
Well, I'm done with the 300 pages of reading! For today...Tomorrow: Spec Fic (I actually took notes the entire time and highlighted--aren't you proud??) All in preparation for the discussion, of course. Then, work 12-3. Keen and library for MedLit paper 3:20-6ish. Work 6-7. Then, guess what? More studying!!! Maybe a movie if the stupid thing actually gets here. AND paper writing! Because the SpecFic was posted and I'm going down to the dungeon journal archives (pre1975 and post) with Keen tomorrow in the library and so maybe (maybe maybe maybe) we can actually get some research done and write the damnable paper(s?). Probably just the medlit. enough enough! Yes, I'm cracking. SO much stress.
Finally got through to Kelly Long today. Apparently, she was in the hospital with chest pains until today. She's ok now. "Anxiety." I've been trying to reach her for two weeks or so. She handed the phone over to Big Scott and we blabbed on for about half an hour. The kids were screaming in the background. Then I went back to reading.
Got my package from Daddy today. Pillow included. *I missed Pillow* Naomi's going to fix him for me once I get the material for the cover and some stuffing. Yay for Pillow! Mom has just completely done it on time. *tisk* Friggin YEAR and nothing. Anyhow, I got my New Yorkers, too, my medicine and a letter from Dad. And a mug. So I sat here reading The Man in the High Castle and drinking hot chocolate out of my own cup!
Due to all the business, I haven't seen anyone here for two weeks really. At least we haven't hung out at all. We're all too busy scrambling for books and grades. Actually, found out about the MedLit midterm on Thursday. Open book and note for the two essays. So I'm going to chum over those with a few people to get some ideas mulching and then blast it out of the water. (Hopefully) NO! DEFINITELY.
Hmmm what else? Almost better. Just stuffy/runny nose. Tired as hell, too. Haven't talked to some people in a while. *Ahem* Mark called today for about two seconds. Woke me up, as usual, during my mid-day Monday nap. So I got up anyway and went to class a little early. And I think that's fast. I have to fix my clock. The power outage fried it so it's been getting continuously faster. I think it's up to 12 minutes now. :-(
That's all. Nighty night!
Finally got through to Kelly Long today. Apparently, she was in the hospital with chest pains until today. She's ok now. "Anxiety." I've been trying to reach her for two weeks or so. She handed the phone over to Big Scott and we blabbed on for about half an hour. The kids were screaming in the background. Then I went back to reading.
Got my package from Daddy today. Pillow included. *I missed Pillow* Naomi's going to fix him for me once I get the material for the cover and some stuffing. Yay for Pillow! Mom has just completely done it on time. *tisk* Friggin YEAR and nothing. Anyhow, I got my New Yorkers, too, my medicine and a letter from Dad. And a mug. So I sat here reading The Man in the High Castle and drinking hot chocolate out of my own cup!
Due to all the business, I haven't seen anyone here for two weeks really. At least we haven't hung out at all. We're all too busy scrambling for books and grades. Actually, found out about the MedLit midterm on Thursday. Open book and note for the two essays. So I'm going to chum over those with a few people to get some ideas mulching and then blast it out of the water. (Hopefully) NO! DEFINITELY.
Hmmm what else? Almost better. Just stuffy/runny nose. Tired as hell, too. Haven't talked to some people in a while. *Ahem* Mark called today for about two seconds. Woke me up, as usual, during my mid-day Monday nap. So I got up anyway and went to class a little early. And I think that's fast. I have to fix my clock. The power outage fried it so it's been getting continuously faster. I think it's up to 12 minutes now. :-(
That's all. Nighty night!
Sunday, October 23, 2005
What Jogg'ed Memory
It began Christmas Day, 1995. I stood on the sidewalk, buried in my coat and gloves, watching as my parents cursed the four feet of snow that encased the Dodge Dynasty. After an hour or so of exuming, my father climbed in the car and unsuccessfully tried to spark the ignition.
Ten minutes later, Emerett Parson from downstairs and one wall over was giving us a hand, juicing our car. And then we were on our way. It was the last time I would ever live in Brooklyn, New York.
We made it to New Jersey and stayed the night with my grandmother. In the morning, my parents rememberd they'd forgotten the lockbox and went running back to the Belt Parkway and Brooklyn.
But damn it! Enough of the Past! Enough of it! Enough of it! Enough of the goddamned Past!
And those were the last momenets--me--standing in the snow.
Me.
Standing in the snow and it melts around to water until the Mason-Dixon line.
They said the ocean was 85 degrees Fahrenheit when we arrived. No more winter clothes. December 27. But I don't rmember going to the ocean then. I don't remember.
We ran into the house. A house. No more inner city apartments. Rowhouses. My brothers ran along behind me. Into the house.
Rented, of course--but a house. Date palm in the front, magnolia beside it. And we looked out the wall-window from our knees on the oatmeal floor at the sunny, burning street.
And we didn't go to the ocean.
I walked along the lip between the grass and the gutter, and I found a boy across the street but I didn't find a friend.
Later, he went away from his father and stepmother. Eventually, two more children were born, but Terri wasn't there. I became friends with his stepmother--Charlene--if a person 21 years or more older than you can be called a friend when you're 11.
She said he had to go because he never quite got over the death of his mother from two or three years before--maybe more, but I can't remember now. Ten years is a long time. I guess two years is, too.
His mother was crossing the street--going home, maybe, or to lunch--when an eighteen-wheeler came by.
Sometimes paths corss too closely. Sometimes too closely.
So the boy who never became my friend got sent away to learn to cope with his mind--and the memory of his mother and the truck that took her life.
Ten minutes later, Emerett Parson from downstairs and one wall over was giving us a hand, juicing our car. And then we were on our way. It was the last time I would ever live in Brooklyn, New York.
We made it to New Jersey and stayed the night with my grandmother. In the morning, my parents rememberd they'd forgotten the lockbox and went running back to the Belt Parkway and Brooklyn.
But damn it! Enough of the Past! Enough of it! Enough of it! Enough of the goddamned Past!
And those were the last momenets--me--standing in the snow.
Me.
Standing in the snow and it melts around to water until the Mason-Dixon line.
They said the ocean was 85 degrees Fahrenheit when we arrived. No more winter clothes. December 27. But I don't rmember going to the ocean then. I don't remember.
We ran into the house. A house. No more inner city apartments. Rowhouses. My brothers ran along behind me. Into the house.
Rented, of course--but a house. Date palm in the front, magnolia beside it. And we looked out the wall-window from our knees on the oatmeal floor at the sunny, burning street.
And we didn't go to the ocean.
I walked along the lip between the grass and the gutter, and I found a boy across the street but I didn't find a friend.
Later, he went away from his father and stepmother. Eventually, two more children were born, but Terri wasn't there. I became friends with his stepmother--Charlene--if a person 21 years or more older than you can be called a friend when you're 11.
She said he had to go because he never quite got over the death of his mother from two or three years before--maybe more, but I can't remember now. Ten years is a long time. I guess two years is, too.
His mother was crossing the street--going home, maybe, or to lunch--when an eighteen-wheeler came by.
Sometimes paths corss too closely. Sometimes too closely.
So the boy who never became my friend got sent away to learn to cope with his mind--and the memory of his mother and the truck that took her life.
* * *
I climbed the magnolia tree. Fifty feet wide and fifty feet up. This is the first time I've metioned it. But Bob said he hated children in his tree.
"No monkeys in my tree."
"Sorry. Sorry."
"Git out. No climbin in my tree."
So for the rest of the time, I only imagined.
"No monkeys in my tree."
"Sorry. Sorry."
"Git out. No climbin in my tree."
So for the rest of the time, I only imagined.
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Sick
I'm sick. Almost very very sick, but only very. I feel like collapsing. To write this, I had to force myself to get up, dragged myself out to go get some water and come back here and write a few coherent sentences. On top of all of that, I have the rotation shift at work tonight from 11-3. (That's a.m.) And in the morning I have that shift from 10-1. Then I have to go to the library and get sources for the paper I don't know what the hell I'm doing on.
Manual labour is the best for this sort of condition, isn't it? It's not that hard tonight, Brendan said. Only set Grace lecture style for 50, I think. BUt I'm not looking forward to it and I think it started raining again. I'll definitely be taking escort over there and back. And asking a police escort to haul me to and from the gate. All these rapes and muggings lately. One thing I don't want is for any of those to be me or anyone I know. So far, I haven't known anyone who's even known someone this year. And they arrested someone last week, but I'm a little nervous that one day, the idiot with the knife or whatever his weapon is isn't going to be a coward and put it away everytime someone says "Oh, put it away! It frightens me!" and stabs someone.
Anyhow, back to sleep, I guess. Eating or trying to (glad I went to Price Chopper) and more of Grettir's Saga (aka the asshole's saga).
Manual labour is the best for this sort of condition, isn't it? It's not that hard tonight, Brendan said. Only set Grace lecture style for 50, I think. BUt I'm not looking forward to it and I think it started raining again. I'll definitely be taking escort over there and back. And asking a police escort to haul me to and from the gate. All these rapes and muggings lately. One thing I don't want is for any of those to be me or anyone I know. So far, I haven't known anyone who's even known someone this year. And they arrested someone last week, but I'm a little nervous that one day, the idiot with the knife or whatever his weapon is isn't going to be a coward and put it away everytime someone says "Oh, put it away! It frightens me!" and stabs someone.
Anyhow, back to sleep, I guess. Eating or trying to (glad I went to Price Chopper) and more of Grettir's Saga (aka the asshole's saga).
Friday, October 21, 2005
More of Life
Well, it seems to be that I'm getting sick. Not much of a surprise considering the past week's middle-of-the-night junk. Waking up, being woken up. Well, mostly woken up. Last night I couldn't sleep for whatever reason and kept tossing and turning. Maybe it's something to do with the fact that I actually made my bed and have kept my room neat for about a week. That always gets me edgy and when things are neat it's almost certain I won't be able to find anything in the morning or whenever I need them because they're away. Who ever thought of that?? Organization sucks. (When it comes to bedrooms.)
Anyhow, saw an aforementioned person again (I won't mention the name here, but considering I've told you other things concerning them...yeah, you can guess.) Moving on with the story, I sit down after going to Price Chopper and finally getting my kosher meat for my refrigerator so I can actually eat in this place and not get inorganic body poisoning and she asks me "So, what's up? I haven't seen you in forEVER."
"Oh, nothing much. Just went shopping."
"For what?"
"Food."
"Oh..." (makes face). Then, jumpy all happy: "What else is up?"
"I don't know..." so I say the first thing that comes to mind. "My two best friends are becoming friends."
"Is this a good thing?"
"Yes."
"Two boys?"
"No."
"Two girls?"
"No."
"One of each?"
"Yes."
"Oh..." looks down, then looks up. "Are they going to kiss?"
"Umm..."
"Do you want them to?"
"Ummm...." (wtfing in my brain) "I don't know...it's not likely, but who knows what can happen these days?"
"Oh! Well that's good!"
Wow.
Well, there. The weirdness of my life continues. Just what we all want to be thinking of. Since maybe both of you are reading this, I'm still just going to say "wow" again and laugh. What is up with this sexual obsession with people???
I seriously don't get it. I can definitely more than live (definitely survive) without any of that crap. Oh well.
Other part of the night last night: right after this, I went to perform at Freud's again. There were actually other performers but one of my groupies missed me because of some lab or whatever, so after it closed, I gave her and a few others a private concert. Then Dan D(the first) walked me back to my dorm and we hung out until about 1:30-ish.
That's kind of nice. Jordana was reading when we walked in, and we couldn't tell whether she was actually reading, asleep, or pretending to either. I had to walk over to her and look. Reading. Then Dan left and I went to sleep or tried to, but I couldn't quite get there until about 4:30. Lovely.
Oops. I have to go now! Hillel dinner and stuff for shabbat. Oh. The Chabadniks have been roaming the campus. It's so funny. They walk up to you say: "Excuse me are you Jewish?"
"Yes," I said. "I already shook it." "Oh," they say and walk away dejected. (Shaking the lulav and etrog of course...for Sukkot.)
Dan said he ran into them, they go: "Excuse me, are you Jewish?" "No! But how are you?" "Fine..." and they run away. Aaah, the joys of proseletyzing to your own religion and being so isolationist and scared that you pee in your pants anytime you find yourself anywhere near a goy.
And I went to school with these people. See why I'm tramatized?
Anyhow, saw an aforementioned person again (I won't mention the name here, but considering I've told you other things concerning them...yeah, you can guess.) Moving on with the story, I sit down after going to Price Chopper and finally getting my kosher meat for my refrigerator so I can actually eat in this place and not get inorganic body poisoning and she asks me "So, what's up? I haven't seen you in forEVER."
"Oh, nothing much. Just went shopping."
"For what?"
"Food."
"Oh..." (makes face). Then, jumpy all happy: "What else is up?"
"I don't know..." so I say the first thing that comes to mind. "My two best friends are becoming friends."
"Is this a good thing?"
"Yes."
"Two boys?"
"No."
"Two girls?"
"No."
"One of each?"
"Yes."
"Oh..." looks down, then looks up. "Are they going to kiss?"
"Umm..."
"Do you want them to?"
"Ummm...." (wtfing in my brain) "I don't know...it's not likely, but who knows what can happen these days?"
"Oh! Well that's good!"
Wow.
Well, there. The weirdness of my life continues. Just what we all want to be thinking of. Since maybe both of you are reading this, I'm still just going to say "wow" again and laugh. What is up with this sexual obsession with people???
I seriously don't get it. I can definitely more than live (definitely survive) without any of that crap. Oh well.
Other part of the night last night: right after this, I went to perform at Freud's again. There were actually other performers but one of my groupies missed me because of some lab or whatever, so after it closed, I gave her and a few others a private concert. Then Dan D(the first) walked me back to my dorm and we hung out until about 1:30-ish.
That's kind of nice. Jordana was reading when we walked in, and we couldn't tell whether she was actually reading, asleep, or pretending to either. I had to walk over to her and look. Reading. Then Dan left and I went to sleep or tried to, but I couldn't quite get there until about 4:30. Lovely.
Oops. I have to go now! Hillel dinner and stuff for shabbat. Oh. The Chabadniks have been roaming the campus. It's so funny. They walk up to you say: "Excuse me are you Jewish?"
"Yes," I said. "I already shook it." "Oh," they say and walk away dejected. (Shaking the lulav and etrog of course...for Sukkot.)
Dan said he ran into them, they go: "Excuse me, are you Jewish?" "No! But how are you?" "Fine..." and they run away. Aaah, the joys of proseletyzing to your own religion and being so isolationist and scared that you pee in your pants anytime you find yourself anywhere near a goy.
And I went to school with these people. See why I'm tramatized?
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Unknown but Checked
Everyone's a hypocrite. At least in the end.
I remember them screaming "America!" at the same moment they flew the Stars and Bars. I remember them crying "Traitor!" at the First Amendment.
But we still have a democracy--as long as we can keep it? It's slipping. It's slipping, sliding, like the salamanders of Whitemarsh Island, of the marshes and the humid, sickly, swamps of the thriving South.
Oh, they will win the war, rise again. I see it now. I saw it then--through the eyes of a child--almost comprehending the chants, vibrating through my skull along the heat.
Stones.
I remember stones.
And the chant, too.
"Jew! Jew! Jew!"
And the stones because of the Jew.
And the stones because of the Jew.
But I don't know the stereotypes--still, today.
I don't understand the difference--or why.
But it's all caught up in the Southern heat and my memory buckles to its own defeat and their hate and their hate and their hate.
And I remember--it's never too late for the black-white blank slate--the racial bait that spits and tears.
But they're winning the war--faces grinning, muscles sore.
Creep on-Creep off.
And the stones bombard my bones for the quick-fix death of my race
-your race
-And the Stars entangling Bars erase my face.
The stones don't get it--
The bones don't get it--
The laughing, throwing hands don't get it.
So humanity remains disgraced.
End it.
We will.
In the Alley of Finale because never never never never
does hate abate.
I remember them screaming "America!" at the same moment they flew the Stars and Bars. I remember them crying "Traitor!" at the First Amendment.
But we still have a democracy--as long as we can keep it? It's slipping. It's slipping, sliding, like the salamanders of Whitemarsh Island, of the marshes and the humid, sickly, swamps of the thriving South.
Oh, they will win the war, rise again. I see it now. I saw it then--through the eyes of a child--almost comprehending the chants, vibrating through my skull along the heat.
Stones.
I remember stones.
And the chant, too.
"Jew! Jew! Jew!"
And the stones because of the Jew.
And the stones because of the Jew.
But I don't know the stereotypes--still, today.
I don't understand the difference--or why.
But it's all caught up in the Southern heat and my memory buckles to its own defeat and their hate and their hate and their hate.
And I remember--it's never too late for the black-white blank slate--the racial bait that spits and tears.
But they're winning the war--faces grinning, muscles sore.
Creep on-Creep off.
And the stones bombard my bones for the quick-fix death of my race
-your race
-And the Stars entangling Bars erase my face.
The stones don't get it--
The bones don't get it--
The laughing, throwing hands don't get it.
So humanity remains disgraced.
End it.
We will.
In the Alley of Finale because never never never never
does hate abate.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Random Brothers' Moronic Whatever
Here's my brothers' whatever to me on the internet today. I think it was worse on the phone, though...don't ask. I don't understand it either.
(20:23:29) FireEmpire55: hi
(20:24:35) a HangMansBurden: hi!
(20:24:38) a HangMansBurden: noah, right?
(20:24:46) FireEmpire55: yeah
(20:24:55) a HangMansBurden: feel like calling me?
(20:24:58) a HangMansBurden: i miss you:-(
(20:24:58) FireEmpire55: sam's here 2
(20:25:03) a HangMansBurden: hi sam!
(20:25:07) FireEmpire55: i know
(20:25:15) FireEmpire55: sam says hi
(20:26:16) a HangMansBurden: yay
(20:26:19) FireEmpire55: hello
(20:26:19) a HangMansBurden: so are you calling me?
(20:26:24) FireEmpire55: wut?
(20:26:39) FireEmpire55: do u meen
(20:26:41) a HangMansBurden: you're not calling me:-(
(20:26:42) a HangMansBurden: on the PHONE
(20:26:44) FireEmpire55: ?
(20:26:46) FireEmpire55: oh
(20:26:47) a HangMansBurden: call me on the phone
(20:26:52) FireEmpire55: :-D
(20:26:56) a HangMansBurden: :-D
(20:27:00) a HangMansBurden: 770-***-****
(20:27:09) FireEmpire55: can't call rite now
(20:27:23) FireEmpire55: 2 lazy to go get phone
(20:27:24) a HangMansBurden: why?
(20:27:30) a HangMansBurden: aren't you sitting next to it?
(20:27:38) FireEmpire55: :-D
(20:27:43) FireEmpire55: no
(20:27:43) a HangMansBurden: i hate you
(20:27:48) FireEmpire55: wait
(20:27:50) a HangMansBurden: the white one by the computer?
(20:27:51) a HangMansBurden: HELLO
(20:27:54) a HangMansBurden: it's right there
(20:28:02) FireEmpire55: do u meen the cell phone
(20:28:11) FireEmpire55: :-D
(20:28:12) a HangMansBurden: no
(20:28:15) a HangMansBurden: i mean the house phone
(20:28:19) FireEmpire55: ok
(20:28:20) a HangMansBurden: i'm a local number, guys
(20:28:23) a HangMansBurden: duh
(20:28:28) FireEmpire55: i'll call later.
(20:28:31) FireEmpire55: he he
(20:28:38) a HangMansBurden: *tisk*
(20:28:41) a HangMansBurden: i'll be busy studying later
(20:28:43) FireEmpire55: he he
(20:28:46) FireEmpire55: ok
(20:28:57) FireEmpire55: :-(
(20:29:04) a HangMansBurden: yeah
(20:29:09) FireEmpire55: i hate hw
(20:29:13) FireEmpire55: it sucks
(20:29:27) FireEmpire55: silent sam
(20:30:04) a HangMansBurden: yes
(20:30:08) a HangMansBurden: what about "silent sam"??
(20:30:18) FireEmpire55: he's not talking
(20:30:21) a HangMansBurden: fine
(20:30:24) a HangMansBurden: can you PLEASE call me/
(20:30:27) a HangMansBurden: i want to talk to you
(20:30:33) FireEmpire55: but he's mad at rockie
(20:30:45) FireEmpire55: wutever
(20:30:58) FireEmpire55: its retarded
(20:31:18) a HangMansBurden: i'm calling you. answr the phone when it rings
(20:31:19) FireEmpire55: wut there mad at each other about
(20:31:19) a HangMansBurden: ok?
(20:31:25) FireEmpire55: sure
(20:31:39) FireEmpire55: i still want to im though
(20:32:16) FireEmpire55: D:-)
(20:33:05) FireEmpire55: O:-):'(
(20:33:16) FireEmpire55: O:-)
(20:34:02) FireEmpire55: :-*
(20:34:15) FireEmpire55: this is rockie to someone
(20:34:23) FireEmpire55: then
(20:34:36) FireEmpire55: sam's like:-O
(20:35:12) FireEmpire55: >:O
(20:35:30) FireEmpire55: then rockies like >:O
(20:36:14) FireEmpire55: than i'm likeO:-)
(20:36:54) FireEmpire55: than sam and rockie r both like >:o
(21:06:12) a HangMansBurden: you're both nuts
(20:23:29) FireEmpire55: hi
(20:24:35) a HangMansBurden: hi!
(20:24:38) a HangMansBurden: noah, right?
(20:24:46) FireEmpire55: yeah
(20:24:55) a HangMansBurden: feel like calling me?
(20:24:58) a HangMansBurden: i miss you:-(
(20:24:58) FireEmpire55: sam's here 2
(20:25:03) a HangMansBurden: hi sam!
(20:25:07) FireEmpire55: i know
(20:25:15) FireEmpire55: sam says hi
(20:26:16) a HangMansBurden: yay
(20:26:19) FireEmpire55: hello
(20:26:19) a HangMansBurden: so are you calling me?
(20:26:24) FireEmpire55: wut?
(20:26:39) FireEmpire55: do u meen
(20:26:41) a HangMansBurden: you're not calling me:-(
(20:26:42) a HangMansBurden: on the PHONE
(20:26:44) FireEmpire55: ?
(20:26:46) FireEmpire55: oh
(20:26:47) a HangMansBurden: call me on the phone
(20:26:52) FireEmpire55: :-D
(20:26:56) a HangMansBurden: :-D
(20:27:00) a HangMansBurden: 770-***-****
(20:27:09) FireEmpire55: can't call rite now
(20:27:23) FireEmpire55: 2 lazy to go get phone
(20:27:24) a HangMansBurden: why?
(20:27:30) a HangMansBurden: aren't you sitting next to it?
(20:27:38) FireEmpire55: :-D
(20:27:43) FireEmpire55: no
(20:27:43) a HangMansBurden: i hate you
(20:27:48) FireEmpire55: wait
(20:27:50) a HangMansBurden: the white one by the computer?
(20:27:51) a HangMansBurden: HELLO
(20:27:54) a HangMansBurden: it's right there
(20:28:02) FireEmpire55: do u meen the cell phone
(20:28:11) FireEmpire55: :-D
(20:28:12) a HangMansBurden: no
(20:28:15) a HangMansBurden: i mean the house phone
(20:28:19) FireEmpire55: ok
(20:28:20) a HangMansBurden: i'm a local number, guys
(20:28:23) a HangMansBurden: duh
(20:28:28) FireEmpire55: i'll call later.
(20:28:31) FireEmpire55: he he
(20:28:38) a HangMansBurden: *tisk*
(20:28:41) a HangMansBurden: i'll be busy studying later
(20:28:43) FireEmpire55: he he
(20:28:46) FireEmpire55: ok
(20:28:57) FireEmpire55: :-(
(20:29:04) a HangMansBurden: yeah
(20:29:09) FireEmpire55: i hate hw
(20:29:13) FireEmpire55: it sucks
(20:29:27) FireEmpire55: silent sam
(20:30:04) a HangMansBurden: yes
(20:30:08) a HangMansBurden: what about "silent sam"??
(20:30:18) FireEmpire55: he's not talking
(20:30:21) a HangMansBurden: fine
(20:30:24) a HangMansBurden: can you PLEASE call me/
(20:30:27) a HangMansBurden: i want to talk to you
(20:30:33) FireEmpire55: but he's mad at rockie
(20:30:45) FireEmpire55: wutever
(20:30:58) FireEmpire55: its retarded
(20:31:18) a HangMansBurden: i'm calling you. answr the phone when it rings
(20:31:19) FireEmpire55: wut there mad at each other about
(20:31:19) a HangMansBurden: ok?
(20:31:25) FireEmpire55: sure
(20:31:39) FireEmpire55: i still want to im though
(20:32:16) FireEmpire55: D:-)
(20:33:05) FireEmpire55: O:-):'(
(20:33:16) FireEmpire55: O:-)
(20:34:02) FireEmpire55: :-*
(20:34:15) FireEmpire55: this is rockie to someone
(20:34:23) FireEmpire55: then
(20:34:36) FireEmpire55: sam's like:-O
(20:35:12) FireEmpire55: >:O
(20:35:30) FireEmpire55: then rockies like >:O
(20:36:14) FireEmpire55: than i'm likeO:-)
(20:36:54) FireEmpire55: than sam and rockie r both like >:o
(21:06:12) a HangMansBurden: you're both nuts
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