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| − | {{/Entry|Sick day|19:39, 26 February 2009 (UTC)|Sick as a zombie oppossum|Dang, I'm feeling awful. I am so sick, my snot looks like parmesan cheese. I woke up listening to They Got Lost, and I went to school, but I got picked up early because I was sick. My birthday's in two days... WHOO! But I hope I'm not still sick then... I'm not going to school tomorrow either. My brother is playing Animal Crossing: City Folk on our huge TV right next to me and it's putting off a lot of heat, yeesh. Been trying to catch Mesprit in Pokemon Diamond, but it keeps teleporting halfway around the map, and it's really frustrating, so I stopped for a while. And that's all I really have to say. Bye-diddy-bye... *haccksneezecough*}}
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| − | {{/Entry|Dreams 'n' Stuff|21:58, 24 February 2009 (UTC)|Annoyed because file uploads are disabled|Hey juys. Just writing a blog or something. I'm not going to follow a storyline here, per Nachoman. I think I might have strep. This blog is just to give updates on me and stuff. Keep reading for more news.<br /><br />So last night I had some pretty weird dreams. There was this crescent-moon animal, like it was a grizzly bear or a whale or something that looked like a crescent moon. It came up to me in a 7-11 shop and asked if I had spare change, so I gave it a bunch of pocket change I had. It then transformed into an albino Metroid and latched onto my face and sucked out my conciousness. I was inside the Metroid, it was a pristine white room with a little Grecian pedestal in the center. On the pedestal was a plate of spaghetti and meatballs. When I picked up the fork to eat them, a Snorunt (that's a Pokemon) ran up and conked me over the head, but I sat back up and kept eating. The Snorunt then stared me right in the eyes and spoke like Captain Picard "That is MY spaghetti, loser!" It then picked up the plate and ran away, melding through the walls. But I had already eaten all the spaghetti anyways. I wiped my mouth all over the floor and walls of the room and jumped out, down an open elevator shaft on one of the walls. As I was falling, I noticed dogs everywhere, perching on little ledges staring at me with glowing eyes. I grew a wooden jetpack like Diddy Kong and shot peanuts at them, but then I kept falling, and fell into a glass bottle. A cork was put on and I ran around the bottle, screaming to get out. The bottle was then chucked into the ocean by a gigantic version of myself, who was wearing a beefeater's costume. Finally, the bottle sank and I went down with it, and the bottle got stuck in an anemone and then it gradually began to fill with ants. I was swarmed by the ants who were on cellphones and then I woke up. Whee.<br /><br />So that was my dream. Seeya.}}
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