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Day 112

Getting educated.

We wear ties on Mondays, because Monday is more important than Tuesday. And Wednesday, Thursday, and also Friday. We'll pose for Charlotte's camera anywhere, anytime.

Day 110

The word "veggies" is annoying. The only time using "veggies" is acceptable, is when you are trying to coerce a baby/toddler into eating them. Grown ups pay bills, go to work, have sex and eat V-E-G-E-T-A-B-L-E-S.

Things I'm into: Eating brunch in the bathtub, fruit, winning, staying up past my bedtime, being in a car, naming unborn children, ranking my friends from best to worst, and magical stuff.

Day 108

Fugshots from a totally random kind of party.

Day 109

What does BJ stand for?

Day 107

That prick Andrew is out of my life. I can't explain what I'm feeling right now, but I'll try. For starters, I want to put 5 or 6 or 7 (or more, I don't know. I can't decide) bullets through his heart. No, let's get specific- His aorta, his left ventricle, his right ventricle, his left auricle, his right auricle, I really don't know, actually........ I haven't done Biology since I was 14.

I'm obviously only kidding, hmmm?

More importantly, we have to forge on. Life is long if you don't get into a car accident, OD on heroin/crack cocaine/Vicodin/Percocet, or die of AIDS. I went to Carrefour and bought a classic Rubik's cube, some super tight, black sports bras and a jump rope. Even if your eyeballs ache and sting from all the crying you have been doing, eat some (or a bucket of) frozen yogurt, and then get a soy chai tea latte right after. Maybe try The Master Cleanse, but only if you won't turn into an even crabbier person. (Diets make people crabby.) Call your mom if she isn't evil, call someone else if she is- Do a Pilates video together. (Take charge of your life! Forge on.)

Anyway, my mom and I are at the peak of our quarterly mother- daughter face- off. (Face- off from last quarter of 2008 here.)

Log of mom's personal attack on Justine
Day 104: Denied Justine Amelia
Day 105: Threw out a significant proportion of Justine's closet, while Justine was out eating sushi. (Sneaky sneaky sly sly.)
Day 106: Force fed Justine (type O blood) wheat, which is like poison to people with type O blood. (Some famous people with type O blood are John Lennon, Elvis Presley, Queen Elizabeth II and Al Capone)
Day 107: Denied Justine Amelia, again.

Log of Justine's personal attack on Mom
Day 107: Broke TV remote.

Have to go. Take care over the weekend!

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Day 105

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Day 104

HI!! My mom refused to let me have dinner with Amelia today, so I decided to be all emo about it and ended up shaving my legs when I got home from school. Whoo! Hoo! Life is a blast.

I'VE HAD AN ESTIMATED 79 PERIODS SINCE 2005. IT'S LIKE GOING INTO BATTLE EVERY MONTH, OR SOMETHING. (I'm just trying to say, be nice to your mom and sisters, ok?)

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Day 103

Road trip




Hello! How are things? We drove up to Malacca over the weekend for a quick getaway. I had to find out from our bellboy that we were staying 2 nights. I packed something like a pair of knickers and some music, which in my opinion, is insufficient for 2 nights. Jarrold and Julia fed each other chendol and called each other "Baby" the entire trip. (How insensitive.)

I really want to write something for a change, but I am about running on empty here.

Have to go. Love you all

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Day 102

Thursday night at Aladdin's Cafe. Vomiting through your nose is humanly possible. (Believe it, people!) Lots of schoolwork that need my attention right now. See ya!

Ps- Amelia's back from Australia!!!! (Is this a valid excuse from school, or something? I dunno, just asking......)

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Day 098

Bruno trailer


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Day 096

(Imagine a colourful image here)

I hit snooze a few times more than usual this morning. Between drifting in and out of sleep, all I could think about was loss and compromised dreams and the people I've hurt and all the damages I've done. Until finally, my thoughts were like the soundtrack to a revolution and my head couldn't stand it anymore, I jumped out of bed. It's a scary way to wake up.

This may or may not have had anything to do with this morning's from- hell arousal, but Kieran was the last person I spoke to before bed last night. Not only does he barf thought- provoking and confusing statements back- to- back (how does he do it????), he also resembles a grizzly bear (they're carnivorous, btw) and can kick a soccer ball across 7 soccer fields. The only normal human conversation we've had so far was about a pair of lizards mating on his wall. The conversation lasted something like 10 seconds. Or, 0.167 minutes/10 000 milliseconds/10 000 000 000 nanoseconds. Whichever unit of time you're most comfortable with.

Nigel just spilled his Starbucks on himself. (This is the forth time this has happened in the last half hour.) (Yea, we're at a Starbucks.) (Steven, please sort your cousin out.) We're going to have a memory contest on Apple hot keys soon. Using the trackpad is demode- Not to mention difficult.

You're going to have to imagine a colourful image at the start of this post today. I'm serious, in case you thought I was only joking. I'm not joking, hmmmm? Working Photoshop on a trackpad is not fun, hmmmmm? If you haven't already imagined it, scroll up and imagine now. If you imagined something not colourful enough, scroll up and imagine again.

All right, Nigel wants to check ESPN.com now. And I think I want to order more muffins for us to share. It's warm as long as you're not in the wind.

J.

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Day 095

Self- appointed head of the party planning committee. I have to get my schoolwork done now. Have a good week, bye!

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