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Temeriki? Are you still friended? I never get to talk to you anymore! What's going on? Why are you never online no more? *Whimper*

~Bri

If anyone else is reading this, stop right now. I'm serious. I never thought anyone was reading this. So if you are reading what I'm writing stop right now and don't read anymore. And remove this from your friends list...unless you are Scott.




































































~Me, the Utter Idiot

Well, I suppose it's fitting. I betray my friend by talking to an authority figure and apparently giving them enough info to find out who he is...and then Rumsey betrays me by telling the freakin vice principal. Soooo fitting. It seems like I spent more time in Rumsey's office today than I did in all my classes freaking combined. God, I got called down during journalism, third period. Stupid freaktarded voice came over the intercom and asked if I could go to room 130. Where the FUDGE is room 130?! Be more freaking specific!! So i was walking through the corridors...met Jenn (I swear, she's stalking me)...and the numbers were going down. I suppose I knew what room it was, I just didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to talk to her. I've been avoiding her, just buying a little more time so I could talk to him....

But I finally freaking got there and she told me to sit down. God, I was shaking like a madwoman. It would have been funny if I wasn't about to get freaking backstabbed (remember Ithjar?). So I went in and she started talking to me and asked if i had talked to him. So I told her that I told him that I needed to talk to him, but we were still trying to iron out a date to talk. So she told me she had been thinking about it and needed to talk to the principal...no freakin' way. no freakin' way. She was NOT going to backstab me! She PROMISED!!! Why is EVERYONE breaking their promises?! It's the worst freaking time to...one more backstabber might throw me over the freaking edge! OMG!!! She freaking promised me that she wouldn't talk to anyone until I talked to him. And then she comes to me today w/ this freakin' bull crap saying that she needs to tell an authority figure cause he might be freakin' dangerous?! What a freakin' SPAZ!!! The kid is sooo not freaking dangerous!!! He has never once tried to hurt me or anyone else i know, be it emotionally or physically or whatever the heck he could possibly do...not freakin' once!!!! So why the fudge would he be freaking dangerous?!?! OMG!! I can't stand this...

So the bell rang for the stupid period to be over and I had left my stuff in the stupid classroom. Crap. Rumsey wouldn't take no for an answer. She was either going to talk to authority figures alone, or we would do it together. Whoopdeedoo. What a wonderful choice. God... So we tried to figure out who the heck we could talk to and we finally decided (well, she decided cause I refused to say anything besides "yes" "no" and "i hate this" to the backstabber) to talk to Hanson. Joy of freaking, freaking joys.

I kept pleading her for two more days...TWO MORE FREAKING DAYS!!! And she wouldn't give them to me! I just needed two more freaking days to talk to him, and she wouldn't give them to me! I can't believe her!

God. W/e. Rumsey sent me back to class. Apparently, I looked really disturbed because when I popped back into journalism to get my stuff, Martin got really nervous and asked me what was wrong. I'm fine! JUST LEAVE ME THE HECK ALONE! I'm not getting ANY more authority figures into this. Apparently, they aren't trustworthy. Screw this, I know I'm probably gonna thank her later, but HAHA!! WHO CARES?! If she was going to talk to Hanson anyway, why did she PROMISE me she freaking wasn't?!

w/e. She sent me back to my next class cause apparently Hanson wasn't there. So I got to history late, but i had gotten a pass anyway. I was shaking the whole freaking time. Notes? Screw them. Homework? I had it, but screw that. Book work, screw that. I couldn't do anything, i was just like bleh. I mean, I pretended to do stuff so people would just leave me the heck alone, but i didn't do anything worthwhile for my time. Ten killer minutes later i got called down again. This was fourth period, btw. I had third lunch. I went without a complaint, but i kinda forgot to apologize after i accidentally smacked sean in the shin with my foot...i just wanted to get the fudge OUT OF THERE.

So I went down and Hanson got there a few minutes later. Rumsey was already there. I had my paper about "how to help a friend when you find out he smokes marijuana" in my pocket, along with my diagram of EXACTLY what to say (making sure to include all the twists and turns the convo could take). So we talked a bit, I told them how I had found out. It was already out in the freaking open. There was no point in trying to hide what they already knew.

So I mentioned that I had heard it from his x-gf. Can you believe they asked me for her name?!?!?! Can you freaking believe that?! Yea, like I was gonna give it to them! Well, apparently it wasn't that important cause when I didn't say, they just looked at each other (Rumsey and Hanson) and moved on.

Rumsey was joking with me! She tried to add HUMOR to the WORST possible place!! Are you KIDDING ME?!?! She told me that I didn't have to worry, and that my name wouldn't me mentioned when Hanson talked to him, and then she said: "you didn't mention his name. I just put two and two together and found out. But when i told you, you're face went WHITE! You should have seen yourself!" Bravo, bravo. NO FREAKING KIDDING MY FACE WENT WHITE!!! What did you freaking want?! A smile and a freakin' handshake? Congratulations, you've solved Bri's Mysteries, now here's your brand-new Chrystler?! That was the freaking moment that I had freaking betrayed my friend and totally sold him out! No freakin' kidding I went white! I could not believe I had done such a thing! He may be the one person I care about most in this world, and I sold him out! What if he got freaking suspended?! Expelled?! Arrested?! All possibilities...they even TOLD me! OMG! She is such a freaktard! I can not believe it!!! And I can't believe what a freaking idiot and backstabber I am.

God. Then they looked at my 2-page paper and diagram and realized how much i cared about him (FREAKING DUH YOU INSENSITIVE JERKS!!!!) and that I had done loads of research on the subject. But then they wonderfully sent me on my way. Just like that.

One of my friends from DnD was waiting outside the office. He was finally getting his arm cast off...surgery was over. So I saw him and he said "hey what's up?" He had an empty seat. I was off in lalaland, so I sat down and said "well, i just betrayed my friend and sold him out to school authorities who are probably now going to call the cops on him and get him arrested. You?" And he just kinda looked at me. Then I came to my senses and realized what I had just said. Thank God I didn't tell him his name. All three of us are in a club together, and I don't want anyone else burdened w/ this stupid responsibility. So I just explained what had happened...that they had guessed who I was talking about, that I wanted to kill myself for ever telling anyone what I was going through in the first place. And he sat and listened. I never noticed how sweet he was before. I just met him not too long ago in DnD, but we didn't really talk too much. But when there is an empty seat and a kind face asking you how you are doing, you don't ask questions.

So then I left and went back to history. It was in the middle of third lunch...I was missing it. I didn't care. I wasn't hungry, anyway. So I went back to history with the knowledge that I had betrayed my friend and that they would be talking to him that same afternoon. I expected Mr. Fayle to be there and no one else, but Sean was there, too. So I just went in and but my head down. I think I fell asleep. I woke up and my shirt sleeve was wet, so I guess I had been crying. Yea, welcome to my life. But luckily Fayle keeps his room dark so no one noticed. But Cait and Kay realized something was wrong when they asked me why i got called down. I said i didn't want to talk about it. So i just put my head down and ignored the fact that I was supposed to be doing my history homework. who cares?

Then the bell rang and i had to go downstairs to english. I did pretty well there...I just took it one minute at a time. I couldn't stand french, though. Last period. Fig knew something was wrong, so she asked. i said i was fine. but i excused myself in the middle to go to Rumsey's office. She let me go cause she figured I had mental issues or something. Heh, I wish. I went down to ask her how she expected me to concentrate in class, but of course she wasn't there. I asked where she was at the main office. It's fun that everyone in the main office now knows my name. Shoot me now.

I can't remember what they said. Something to the extent of "she's not here". Wonderful. So I went back to french...slowly. We just worked on idiotic worksheets all class long. Joy of joys. Then the day ended and I shot down to see if Rumsey was there. Nope. Went to the office and got hails of "hey, Brianna!" Fun.... So I asked if Hanson was there. They said she was at a meeting. So I have to wait until tomorrow to find out how much he is going to kill me. With any luck, he listened to them and is getting help. With any luck he won't hate me for the rest of his life. Well, I have no luck, so screw all this.

Welcome to my life. Apparently I'm not good at hiding my feelings. People who realized something was wrong: Mrs. Martin, Ash, Kay, Cait, Sean, Katie, Tana, Rob, Rachel, and Mrs. Fig. Shoot me. They're probably gonna pressure me to share tomorrow. I don't care. I'm probably gonna be like this tomorrow...and the next day...and the next. I freaking hate this. I sold my friend out when I promised myself I wouldn't. Rumsey sold me out when she promised she wouldn't. So...Hanson promised me she wouldn't call the cops on him...do you see a pattern in this? Screw it all...

My life is crap. And I haven't even thought about Kev or Cam yet. As long as they don't *do* anything, I'm focusing on the pot-dealer right now. And how I sold him out. And how he could get sent to Juvie or ex*freaking*pelled.

And I haven't even thought of this before I talked to Hanson...it may have been my fault that he started. I talked to him about Cam and his parents' divorce. *his* parents divorced a long time ago, but if I got him thinking about it again when I talked to him about Cam... Omg... What if it's my fault he smokes? Then it would be my fault that he smokes and deals, my fault if he's suspended or expelled, my fault if he's thrown in Juvie. I hate this so much.

So, yea, I suck as a friend. I don't get why people don't see that. I guess cause I hide everything. idk. That's probably exactly what makes me a bad friend. I hold it all in until I explode...in this case, to Rumsey. And look where that got me. I suck.

~SuckySoldier

Uck. Life is crap, crap is fudge, fudge is good, but life sure isn't. God, I can't stand this anymore. There's so much I hold in that no one ever knows about. Well, here it is. I am depressed.

I don't mean that as 'suicidal' or 'cutting' depressed. I mean I care too much. I am a freaking busybody and a backstabber. I backstabbed him! I know I did! I wanted to help. I thought I could. But it was too much for me. So I went to talk to Miss Rumsey (or however the heck you spell her stupid name). And she guessed. I talked for an entire period. I missed health class. My favorite freaking subject. Don't care. I talked, she listened, she tried to help. I guess she did. I know I need to talk to him. Smoking pot is bad...dealing is another whole freaking crapload of issues all stuck together in there in a retarded bundle. So I told her I'd talk to him. I didn't say his name. I never said his name. I tried so hard not to screw him over. Well, guess what? The day I was gonna talk to him--no school. So Rumsey came up to me on Friday and asked if I had talked to him. Yea, right. I magically *poofed* myself and him and all the rest of the members of our club to school so I could talk to him. Right...

I told her I didn't, duh. And she guessed. She knew who it was. I said too much, I gave him away, apparently I talked too much as I usually freaking do. And I screwed my friend over big time. So it's a threat to me now. If I don't talk to him, Rumsey will step in and he'll get suspended...expelled...sent to freaking Juvie....all because of retarded little me. It's amazing that just one person could screw over one person so horribly. Well, I did it. And now I get to have a big party. I suppose it's kinda good, cause now I know I need to talk to him. I don't want to, but I want to, but I know he'll never be my friend again, but he smokes and deals.... I don't know what I'm doing anymore! I mean, I know what I'm doing. I just wish I had never freaking talked to Rumsey. I don't know what came over me. I made myself a promise that I would never be caught in a place like that...asking for help from people who say "and how does that make you feel?" IT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE FREAKING CRAP!!! So why don't you just freaking leave me alone and pretend I never freaking came to you?! God, if I could change one thing I did, I would never have gone to Rumsey. Or maybe I just would have shut her up when she told me that he had more problems than just a parental divorce, so I would never have to deal with this. This is going to send me to a mental institute!

God, I tried to talk to him today. I'm my own witness. I don't need anyone else to know this. That's why I'm not putting this stupid entry in mabuddyprofile...I don't want anyone else to know about this. I just need a place to dump my thoughts where no one can read it and go "awwwww, i'm sorry..." I don't need anyone's freaking sympathy. I just need everyone but me and him to just go to Canada for a little while so I can talk to him in peace.

But I tried! I really did! I figured he'd be at the tsunami relief meeting. He wasn't. So I was there until three, then I went back up to dnd. He was there with Fred. Emery wasn't there, though. *celebrates* So, yea, we got everything together. He came over with me and grabbed the whiteboard while I grabbed the eraser and some markers. So that's where I told him I needed to talk to him. Course, he looked at me expectantly...he thought I meant *there*. Definitely not. Not with Fred coming up behind him, especially. So I told him later. It would take so freaking long anyway. I have *no* idea what is going to happen. How he's going to react. Whatever. I'm ready for anything... ... ... Bring it.

I told him a couple more times that I needed to talk. He promised he'd be online tonight. He PROMISED. But he never keeps his promises, now, does he? No, never. I don't know when or how I'm going to do this. I'm going to, though. Rumsey's gonna call me to her office on Friday, I know it. I told her I'd talk to him on Thursday. Screw that. I don't know when I'm going to talk to him. I'm just screwed. That's all there is to it. I always try to help and I end up creating a much bigger freaking mess than I had when I started the whole blasted thing.

Like with Kevin. God, I'm so worried about him, too. He's a sweetheart--a 13-year-old sweetheart. Sure, he's gotten into fights in the past, but knowing him now, it could never have been his fault. He looks like a 16-year-old, talks like a 17-year-old. Quiet online. But I miss him so much. I've only seen him twice, but I've been talking to him for over a year. I can't go over and hug him and tell him that he's loved. I can't dry his tears. I can't check his arms to make sure he's not hurting himself. I can't do everything I need to do to make sure he knows he's loved.

Freaking jerks. He's got a cast up to his freaking shoulder!! Big whoop! Yea, there's a cute guy who's a true angel! But...hmm...that's interesting...he's got a cast on his arm.... I know! Let's go make fun of him! Should be so much freaking fun, right? God.

And I love the fact that my friend raped him! Oh, so much! I don't know why I let that happen...i promised myself I wouldn't. I found out she was going out with him and i though 'nah, she wouldn't...not to kev' Well, screw that. She did. So, Krys, thanks SO FREAKING MUCH for contributing to his depression. Thanks SO FREAKING MUCH. I don't care about you anymore, Krys. Do whatever the fudge you want, just STAY AWAY FROM MY FRIENDS! You picked the wrong person's friend to mess with...

But even Kev's mom knows something's up. I talk to her online sometimes. She picks him up from school, he spends all his time in his room--talking to me, I'll bet. Mary and I are so worried about him. I don't know what he does. I made him PROMISE me that he wouldn't *do* anything to himself. He said 'ya' (of course). But I made him PROMISE. So if he keeps to his word, nothing will happen. But he's so depressed. He's got no friends at school, his 14-year-old friend had sex on New Years and she's now blaming him for the guidance councilor finding out, he's got a cast on his right arm up to his shoulder, everyone is a jerk to him, his crush broke up with her bf and then hooked up w/ someone else.... Should I continue? What the freaking fudge? What am I supposed to do? I don't know his school, I don't know his friends. He's dyslexic. Does that have to do w/ anything? Probably. Maybe that's why he has such a big vocabulary. Whatever it is, I don't care. I love him for who he is, not what he has or how many girlfriends he pretends to have, or how many friends he has. Doesn't matter. He's a camp counselor. Well, CIT. He's an angel in disguise! So how the fudge do I make him see that?!?!

God, and Cam. What the heck. Parents divorce, not good. Mom moving to Texas...even freaking worse. He hides it. He hides his feelings. But I don't care. I can see right through it. Like at PF. He wouldn't do anything. Jennifer was there! You can't *not* have fun with Jennifer. But he just stood back, didn't say anything, and didn't do anything. He told me nothing was wrong. Bull Crap. Bull...crap.... I could see the dark circles under his eyes. I had seen him a few days before that. And I'll tell you...you could *see* his face darkening. Like, *darkening* What the fudge. I mean, I've heard of teen angst and all that other good stuff, but how are you supposed to hold it all in like Cam tries to do? I try to do the same thing. I want people to think I'm perfectly normal--a cheery little teen--so they can feel free to come to me to talk. Cause if I told them I was depressed and then tried to give them advice, I'd just be a big fat hypocrite. But I suppose I'm a hypocrite right now, too. What the heck?! How am I supposed to help people while I'm still trying to figure myself out! I tell people that honesty rocks and that everyone should always be honest, yet I have so many secrets myself. No one knows I'm depressed...hopefully no one ever will. No one knows who I love who doesn't love me back.... No one knows all these things about me. I have so many different personalities...with adam and fred, concentraty and always paying attention to dnd...with jess and jenn--silly and giggly...with cait and kay--i always have to make them laugh. i can't be truthful or serious, cause i'm known for making them laugh hysterically....with emery--let's not go there...with kevin--i'm the one he can always talk to when he has problems...with chad, mary, britain, and hilary...i'm a psycho, i can be funny, random, everything i love doing. i have lots of fun with them...with teachers--well, i kinda have to be serious. I don't know. I have all these different personalities that I have to combine to try to make something suitable for everyone I try to please.

idk. this is so retarded. i try to help everyone and i care so much about everyone it hurts. i'd die for just about all my friends, and i have adopted Bill Clayton (R.I.P.) to be my long-lost-brother. I couldn't help it. He was raped, bashed, and then committed suicide just because he was gay. I've seen pictures, I've read his stuff, I've seen his paintings and drawings...and I fell in love with him. He felt like a brother. So I care about people i don't even know. i just don't know how to make everyone happy and how i can help without sending myself to a mental institute. I just want to sleep the days away. I've been noticing that lately. I sleep as much as I possibly can to escape all this crap and then I finally get up when someone forces me up. Then I look at the clock, realize how much I slept, and get really depressed that I'm wasting my life away sleeping. I'm so confused. I want to escape all this crap, but I don't want to waste my life away. It sounds braggy, but I believe that I was made to do big things in my life. I think I'm talented, I care about everyone, i'm amicable, and i love having a busy schedge. I have a job--I've had one since I was 14. So I think I'm an alright person. I have a lot to live for, and I've never understood suicide. So I'm not like that. Sure, it's crossed my mind, but only in bouts of 'what the heck are they thinking?'

So for now i'll just sleep away my life, and miss my classes to talk to Rumsey about things that I should never have told her about in the first place. I've betrayed him. I still can't believe I did that. I didn't say his name, but apparently I gave Rumsey enough info to find out who it was. So screw myself. Screw this, screw myself, screw the school system that lets this go with a blind eye, screw the fact that i can't LET ANYTHING GO without trying to do something about it!! You know what? I think this is the first time I've ever said "screw..." something. I've said "i'm screwed..." but not screw you, screw me, screw the school system, etc. I still haven't sworn. But I'm going to soon...I just know it. I can't stand all this without swearing. I'm amazed I've gone this long. But, w/e. I'm going to go to bed...sleep away my life even more. And pray every day that I don't see Rumsey.

Ugh, it's been so good to dump on this paper. It hurts so much to keep things like this hidden. So it's good that i can get it out in my writing. And I can officially tell myself to screw off if it's written down. So, Bri, SCREW THE HECK OFF!!!! Well, I'm outie. *sigh* I just wish the world didn't SUCK SO FREAKING MUCH!

~DepressedDruid

Ladies and Gentlemen! This will most likely be the only post I make in this journal. I made it because there was a stupid space limitation on the actual profile sheet so I couldn't fit everything in. Although, If I make new friends, I might have to update this, so I guess I might post a few times. So feel free to comment if you like, but you definitely don't have to! Haha!

Jenny--The quiet Girl Scout who loves the teacher who I hated last year! Loves figuratively, of course, although....you never know! Haha, just kidding!

Kelly--The only other person in the world who is a fan of Case Closed! I'll never forget the one-legged can-can!

Dan--The Japanese-speaking college dude who is so patient he doesn't get mad at Cait and I when we don't get the Japanese stuff! Haha, thanks!

Morgan--The girl who stole my middle name, and loves animals even more than I do! Remember, I'm a pet-sitter...!

Bri Bickum--You will always be Bri to me, even though I'll never understand how I got you and Bri Murphy mixed up!

Bri--The girl who stole my name! Bri Cheese! Insane goth psycho who will always be my Twinny!

Scott--The insane psychopathic insomniac who knows waaaaayyy too much about computers and who is always willing to help me out! You will always be my Scott!

Kayla--My little Miss Harvey who is smarter than me in everything! And you're even taller than me, but, of course, who isn't? The person who always cracks up laughing when I crack a joke, the newest resident to Wrentham! Welcome, Kay!

Brian--Hey, Mr. Sunglasses! The work-hard Boy Scout who cares never-endingly about his sister! Way to go, Brian!

Ashley--The punk-goth who scares me, but who writes such beautiful poetry, and is always open to share her work.

Kevin--Hey, we don't get to talk much, but you are caring and sensitive, and I hope I see you again if I can get that CIT job....Until then!

Jax--Insane person who I had to convince to watch Yugioh! Well, I also had to force you to admit that you Liked Yugioh! Haha!

Emily F--The person who thinks that I am an insane psycho (and is probably right!) Well, it's fun, isn't it? Being crazy, I mean?

Fred--Sugar-crazed maniac who I really don't talk to too much, but still cool!

Megan--The senior! Another fantastic poet who is a fan of drama, and awesome at it, too!

newbuddy--yea...okay. I'm going to have to delete that from my buddy list, aren't I? Haha!

Kylie--Half of the gruesome duo of Kylie and Kelly! Again, never going to forget the one-legged can-can! Awesome chess-player, but able to be social while playing. Don't you just hate those people who just sit there staring at the chessboard not saying anything the whole time? *shudder*

Caitlin--Known ya all my life! Always there, brains and wisdom, always there to laugh *coughsnortcough* at my jokes! Thanks!

Kelsey--Catwoman who won't shut up about a certain 2-5-14! Well, I'll meet him one of these days! Keep being Catty!

Andy--The one w/ the froggy smilies! My puppies were always better, admit it! Well, they're gone now! Stupid AIM! Oh, well. Another one who helps me out constantly.

Emery--The Cowboy Bebob fan who keeps telling me to watch it! Well, we're getting better w/ our fighting, although we've still got a ways to go, but I'm willing to try it!

And last but not least--

Adam--Okay, this one's sincere. You're always there to help me no matter what the problem is. Sometimes, we can both be too blunt w/ each other, but hey, sometimes truth hurts, and I understand that. Even if I need help w/ a problem that really doesn't have to do w/ me, you are always there with a kind, truthful word. Full of wisdom and kindness. Wow, that sounded super-duper sappy! Oh, well. Thank you so much, Adam.

Hey. Went to the Pond Home today to visit. I miss everyone so much. I'm not allowed to go back to work until my cast comes off and I can walk easily. So I got dropped off and went around to visit Margaret, my usual. I accidentally woke her up so I asked how she was doing and her hearing and sight is getting worse. So I left her to her bed and left to see if anyone was in the living room. Well, I actually went to the craftroom first and met a couple little kids. One of them was newly going into KP Jr. High, so I got to give her a little bit of insight. The little boy was going into second grade and had a teacher I had never heard of. So I couldn't really help him out, but I did the best I could. Then I got to the living room and noone was there, so I travelled towards the main office. Terri caught me on the way (someone who works there who I have known since I was eight and new at the whole volunteering thing) and asked 'what the heck happened' So I repeated the whole story of what happened again. She said that I should call her after I get it reevaluated on Monday after next and if I am still off my feet and can't work in the kitchen, she could have a job offer. Just think....I can move up from my lowly kitchen duty to...*drumroll...right out the door*...answering the phones!!!!!!!!!! I think the pay is better too! Well, it would just be for a couple of days, but it would prove my abilities! Apparently, Cathy is going on vaca, so I can fill in for her. So awesome! Okay, so then I headed to Barbara and we talked for a while. Then I met another nurse in the hall, and she wanted me to meet her kids. So she brought me all the way back to the craft room and I met the kids....again. So then I went to visit Mirium and we talked about hair dye and false teeth. Surprisingly, I had fun! Hehe! But then I was about to leave and I heard the voices of two of my friends so I popped into Babe2 (everyone calls her Babe, but to me she is Babe2 because the first Babe I fell in love with passed on) So I stayed for a few more minutes and helped Kristin, Babe2, and Danielle fit together an impossible puzzle, then I left. I can officially take the elevator cause of my crutches. Grr. My crutches that lost me my three jobs! Oy, lost the happy for a minute there! But the happy's back! Thank you Fairly Odd Parents! Hehe! Okay, well then I got picked up and that was the end of the story. So, I guess I am outie! Cya!
~DanFanMan

Okay, here's the deal....that felt really good, but it was all way out of line. Course life stinks right now, but it could be worse. I am not getting back surgery or anything of that sort. I don't have cancer or any lethal diseases. And I have wonderful parents, one of which gave up drinking exactly a year ago yesterday, just for my brother and I. So I guess life isn't too too bad, it just seems like it really stinks right now! But I'll survive so, off to bed am I.
~DanFanMan

Okee, my question is this....in my journal body (what you are reading here) y is my icon not showing? I switched it back to X-Men. It shows during the comments, but nowhere else. Grr. Okay, well, yea, I broke my leg, it hurts like heck. On constant Ibuprofen. I got a root canal whoopdeedee. And I have braces on. They are purple, but they hurt. Especially w/ my weak enamel and high acid content. I lost two of three jobs to my brother, both of which he is doing a crappy job at. I can't walk, my leg is throbbing. I just lost the rest of my summer vacation, and my wonderful week-long acting job. Well, i can still act, but I can't move and it will hurt for the five hours each day. I am having trouble w/ my personal computer. It's getting harder and harder not to swear. I miss Matt from work and I miss Matt Sweeney who moved. I miss everyone from the Pond Home, but I look like an idiot when I try to visit. My friend Margaret is not doing well and is becoming deafer and deafer and blinder and blinder, and I can't easily visit her. Barbara moved to Maples and they won't let me in to see her, even though I have a present for her. I am skipping work and leaving people short-handed and there's nothing I can do about it. I just sit all day staring at the tv or the ceiling, whichever is less painful. The braces make me look like I am always frowning, when I have a reputation for always smiling! And to top it all off, my friend is dating a slut! Oh, God, life stinks right now.
~DanFanMan

Too bored....still figuring out how to do this....thanks for helping, Scott....I'm outie.
~DanFanMan

testing again....