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I'm tired of watching rich spoiled people on tv... |
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Does Tom Cruise ever really really seriously scare anyone....
...other than me........?
Yes, I know what you're thinking. I watch TV. Hahaha. But recently I've been beggining to notice:
It's the same ******** famous people!
And this pisses me off. Because Beyonce needs to shut the ******** up. Because that Agulara-sunnova b***h needs to cross her whorish legs. And because 30 Seconds to Mars needs to realize how spectacularly awesome that last music video was.
>o< *HEARTTHROB* ...and also that they need to hire somebody to explain most parts, 'cause wtf?
(Like the part where all the girls start aproacing in those big ol' hats and the guys are like "hey" and then they give them PAPER!!! and then they were like... "smeh..." wink
But anyway, rich celebrity people probobly piss me off more than any n00b out there. Because you know they know that they're everywhere, continuously rubbing their mugs on our re-runs and littering their annerexic crotches on our news racks... It's amazing anything related to Redcross gets done anymore.
{insert suddon rampage}
[But OH NO! Apparently not, says U2 and Greenday, with the release of that one ******** retarded music video claiming Katrina's damage would never have happened if the US pulled out of THE WAR IN IRAQ and sent their badly-animated death-makers to, I dunno, drop bombs-er, I mean care pakages and s**t and then do like everybody else. Sit and wait. (Is anybody else getting how stupid this was?) The fact that Greenday is trying to tell us what to do <The band that have never created more than one origional song in their lives> and by doing it they have to pull up the way more famous U2 from IRELAND, because IRELAND SO KNOWS WHAT THE ******** GOING ON HERE IN AMERICA AND ARE SO IN THAT POSITION TO TELL US WHAT THE ******** TO DO, IS [********]
 -der?
These people need to realize that mabey we don't need their fantastic egotistical-fued advise. Because out there there are people more benovolent, prettier, happier, SMARTER, and even richer. Just because someone is famous DOESN'T MAKE THEM IMPORTANT. Does anyone in this country really think that that pompous little brat Lindsay Duff actually matters in this world? (Or was it Hillary Lohan? I dunno, their so much alike, with their eating disordered bodies and fat little boobies. Their pretty much the same self-absorbed people.) Famous people are not the people that are going to matter for the rest of your lives! Fame comes and goes, but blood sticks stubborly to the bottom of your boot. In your life you're going to be touched by people that are going to remain so much more important to you than any Adam Sandler could. (Does that guy really have a tiny p***s?) So please, turn off the tv. (like I have) Listin to your own intuition. Choose what you like or don't like. Because ain't nobody should impress you more than you. And if you wanna be a little emo b***h that sits in a corner and cries and cuts, go right on ahead. That's your choice.
It's your life, so please do what you want.
-Commanding you from behind that curtain,
Lizzy the Great.
*I'm really sorry for pulling off all those celebrity names during this rant, but it haopens. You really can't talk about the product much without naming it, no? But you've gotta agree... Tom Cruise is ******** insane. I know you wanted to hear that. ^x^
 Eulalia447 · Mon Dec 18, 2006 @ 05:33pm · 2 Comments |
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My brush with the "Others" |
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They say that emo kids all look like clones...
...until they see the line of Barbies going down the hallway.
At Burleson High (where I attend) there is a corse called "Dance".
Now, being a student who although takes advanced classes participates in school musicals and is looking foreward to a year in Show Choir, I was expectign, you know... Dance.
Burleson High School musicals deal with mostly jazz or tap-dancing stles of dance, so logically thinking it would be completly smart to just take a class that would help me out with that. And I thought, hey, on top of that, I can get my Phys. Ed credit easy!
...And then I walked into the room....
Imagine, if you will, sitting in a long floresent-lit room that is cradled underneith stadium bleechers. One wall is nothing but mirrors, floor-to-slanted-ceiling, and the other has a white board.
I dobt the board has EVER been used.
Also taking that class with me were twenty or so Barbies.
The description of one who is "Barbie.."
A Barbie is the type of girl who looks like she's never read a book in her life. She wears far too little clothes, smaks on gum, and is constantly fingering her long hair. Every Barbie has the same ******** hair style. Often they streak ick stripes of color in their hair, just to add onto the fact that everything about them is fake. Their boobs are just so fat, you could defenetly consider thay had breast implants at the age of thirteen. Despite their blatant annarexia, their over-sized boobs are constantly spilling out of their shirts. They are dumb. I cannot lie. Recgnise them by thir opulantly blank expressions as they smak smak smak on gum. They also wear flip-flops. They wear skirts that are far too short and tight to wear, and when they do wear them they are dumb enough to walk right next to the balcony bars on the second story. (At least they wear okay thongs, I guess.) In all, they are a noisy, flashy, walking explotion of women.
Also, the teacher happens to be an exact Babrie, but only ten years older. They really don't change much. =.=;
Currently I was the most-clothed and darkest person in the room. Then the Teacher-Barbie goes through her totally unnecissarily long speach explaining that the song we are going to be dancing to is none other than My Goodies. This so-called Dance class is nothing more than a further exposion of adolecent minds on the Hip-Hop world. So I'm changing to P.E.
(p.s. The teacher was obviously scared of me. I think I saw a sigh of releif when I raised my hand for a scedual change ^-^ )
~You're All My Slaves,
Lizzy the Great.
Eulalia447 · Fri Aug 18, 2006 @ 12:57am · 5 Comments |
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The Greatest Origional Director |
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I was pressured into making another journal entry...
.....you all suck...
Recently my mother and I were out at the movies and we saw Lady in the Water, an M. Night Shyamalon movie. Turns out it absolutely kicks a**, of course.
The best funny thing about Lady was how Shyamalon killed off a movie/book critic xd IT WAS ******** HILARIOUS!!!
If you've been paying attention lately, Lady has recived poor critisisms, saying that it was "a flakey ego trip disguised as a fairy tale," and why not? Shyamalon did the most kickass thing I've ever seen a director do- he made one giant insult to every critic that has ever taken a breath.
Whenever things went a-skewwy one intelligent charecter quoted after asking who had given the lead abmonishable advice,
"Who would be so arrogent to predict at something like this?"
Other things happen to Night's critic charecter, after snobbishly saying that "There is not an ounce of originallity left in the world" he is savagly eaten by a monster he takes time to explain how he is going to outrun it...
Though at times a spooky and somewhat violent movie, Night chose that the only charecter who dies in this movie is the critic...
Awesome? Mnyes. <3
So I guess that Mahoj Night Shyamalon has won my heart yet again! This time not by his brillient movie that reeks of his masterpeice, but because he blammed off the critics like so many annoying n00bs.
And that, my freinds, makes him one helluva guy. whee
Lady otherwise was an awe-filled movie and my mother and I were talking about it all the way home, plus I cannot wait to see it again, but the best thing to date was Shyamalon's big
[******** YOU"
to all the critics who say that he is self-obsorbed in his sucsessful ego.
[note] If you thought that this journal entry was boring I'll cut out your larenex with a blunted spoon, frignit.
.:Random Thought:.
Did Buffalo Bill have one lung?
Written by your Dominatrix,
Lizzy the Great
Eulalia447 · Sat Jul 29, 2006 @ 05:29am · 1 Comments |
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Those statistics were tested in the crazy house. |
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8/15 people beleive that they have an un-diagnosed mental illness.
4/5 people are whiney bastards craving for attention.
Okay, because I realize that I have not made a journal entry in a while, I have decided to put down all the mental illnesses that I have but have not been diagnosed for yet.. (yay, this is gonna be fuun!)
twisted I have a strange mental illness that whenever I go into one of those hole-in-the-wall suvineer places to steal something. Anything. A 2cent peice-o'-crap ring. A small bobbly-headed ardavark. I know it's useless and I don't need anything in there, but I feel that if I don't pocket something soon I'm going to break out into a nervous rash.
crying The Cause: Every summer I have been forced on taking a trip to Mexico with my dad and my step-family. All the hours of strenious useless suvineer-shop shopping with my diobolical evil stepmother has clearly led me into a lifetime of small-time crime.
twisted I have a strange metal illness that everywhere someone is tracking me. And I mean, like, Private Eye type spying.. I look into cars behind us, peek around store racks when we're out.. someone is following me, tracing my every move... O.o;;
crying The Cause: I once had a guy that broke up with me and then started to stalk me about two months later. Right before I would go to school in the morning his car would pass my house.. And even though I've moved this particular one seemed to grow on me.. Is he looking at me now? I can't say.
But I think I like it...
twisted I have a mild case of split-personality disorder.. Many people say I'm bipolar, or even tri-polar, because that is exactly right. I have three different People in my head that I have given backgrounds, emotions, outfits, and names.
crying The cause: Being the young child I am, with all my exposure to video ames, computers, and movies filled with action and adventure, my imagination is clearly over-stimulated. The media has shocked me into a dramulated self. Blame society, and blame you, ********]
twisted I am so ADD. Admit it. I can never remember anything the right way, and I most likely will completly forget altogeather. People, places, events, swoosh, outta my head like spandex out of the 80's.
crying The Cause: The diet I was exposed to in my childhood clearly did not nuetrinise me enough. My faulty units of parents loaded me with sugar and nuggets, making me crave instant gratification. All the mischemicalizing of child-time foods mixed up our brains, and that is why teenagers are like how we are these days. I am just a victum to a miscalculated act of parental responsibility.
twisted I'm a bit annerexic. Whenever my emotional peak comes around I start to avoid all food like the plauge. I'm not fat, but I want to keep form getting fat. (plus I would like to dump this really big a** I was born with)
crying The Cause: Adolecence.
twisted I hate clowns
scream The Cause: They're ******** creepy!!!
well, I howe that amused you. I need to do something with this ring so mom doesn't see it when she comes out of her room.. I'll just stash it with the other cheap peices of junk. razz
~Lizzy the Great
Eulalia447 · Fri Jul 14, 2006 @ 11:44pm · 5 Comments |
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When you read this you read many hours of bitching |
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An angry bubble hit me...
Sometimes I feel like jumping through my computer screen just to attack and kill off all those god damned emo kids who waste my time with their god damned good-for-nothing morbid poetry. Yes, your young, yes, you're heartbroken, ugly, alienated, whiney, and your poetry sucks. The point is, they dumped you cause YOU WOULDN'T STOP WHINING! You know what? Get off the ******** computer, take a bath, scrape off that ******** eye crud, turn off the whiney suck-a** music, and, yes, get a ******** haircut. Try something new! Be a productive member of society! You lame a** whiney mother ********]
Seriously, sometimes I just want to stab myself and get it over with. I don't know how long it's going to take, but I want to break up with this guy. The major problem is, there is no problem!! RAR! HES ******** GOD DAMNED FINE!!!! I CAN'T STAND IT!!!
Someday I'm going to approach him and ask to speak to him. Probobly the same place he dumped me... ask him how he feels.. no, I won't ask him, I'll telll him, ******** YOU! I'VE GOT A ******** WAITING LINE ON ME, ********!
twisted That actually made me feel better.
Advise to girls: Keep your legs togeather, stop whining, and remember you are ******** awesome.
Advise to guys: I'm on my period. stare
surprised
.:Random Thought:.
How much would it cost to get four japanese girls to say "yummy" over and over to you before bedtime?
~Lizzy the Great~
ninja pirate ninja pirate ninja pirate ninja pirate ninja pirate ninja
Eulalia447 · Tue May 16, 2006 @ 01:14am · 1 Comments |
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Mr Announcer: And now a man who needs no introduction... (no one approaches as Mr. Announcer waits Impatiently, then stabs Mr Random foreward with a needle-nosed pliar. Mr Random henceforth reads....)
MONKEYS!!!!!!!!!!!! gonk eek
...lama o.o
FUZZY MONKEYS ON A BARREL OF TAPIOCA!!!
*transformes into Spanish Godzilla*
BUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNOOOOOOOOOO
*places a cracker on your forehead and does the gravvy dance*
(>'.')><('.'< wink (>'.')><('.'< wink (>'.')><('.'< wink (>'.')><('.'< wink (>'.')><('.'< wink
"im sry i hit the wrong button i dont want u to die and i love chobits"
gonk dishwashing soap!!!
blaugh Yay, it's bubba!!!!
bubba: LLAMA SONG!!!!
*sings* here's a llama there's a llama and another little llama
fuzzy llama funny llama llama llama duck!
llama llama cheesecake llama tablet brick potato llama llama llama mushroom llama llama llama duck
i was once a treehouse, i lived in a cake
but i never saw the way the orange slayed the rake
i was not yet three years dead but it told a tale
and now listen little child to the saftey rail
did you ever see a llama kiss a llama on the llama
llama's llama tastes of llama
llama llama duck
half a llama, twice a llama, not llama, farmer, llama
llama in a car alarm a llama llama duck
is that how it's told now? is it o so old?
is it made of lemon juice, doorknob ancle cold?
now my song is getting thin, i've run out of luck
time for me to retire now and become a duck!
*everyone eats bubba* We led a full stomach! *dies*
I have pickles...
Fish heads, fish head, noody noody fish heads,
fish heads, fish heads, eat 'em up, yum!
Herman: -glomps you-
Wow, that's... odd. XD Does she teach dogs?
....no...to random.
RANDOMNESS ROX MY SOX
Oh yea? Well
RANDOMNESS ROXORS MY BOXORS
eek ...Um... sorry?
gonk crying *Lizzy runs away and cries. The uneverse slightly collapses as one gentlemen in the back head explodes. All is well, and only a few monster pirate babies ever got cranky*
Monster Pirate Babies: Rarg!!! evil
Eulalia447 · Tue Apr 25, 2006 @ 01:33am · 1 Comments |
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A person says to me..."I eat babies," I then respond,
What types? Asian, or Cuban? Cause I always imagined Cuban babies to be really spicy, an' Asian babies have no soul, so,
Actually, white babies need a little salt, and Indian babies are such a rare delicacy... and all the black babies taste like fried chicken...
OH! I wonder what Eskimo babies taste like!!!
(voice in my head)-suprisingly enough, the Eskimo babies have a little 'zing!' to them!
(me)O, wow, I gotta try that!
(Watson) and how!
(the person) ......
Eulalia447 · Thu Apr 13, 2006 @ 10:49pm · 1 Comments |
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Recently been playing the worst game of Oregon Trail ever...
Perry got bitten by a mountain lion (wtf?), Rabekah got scurvvy, an ox stepped in a hole, everyone's freezing and the ******** wagon won't stay upright! Congrats, you got elected Trail Leader, we blame you mofo!
I say, [******** YOU OREGON TRAIL 2, IM REFRESHING!
...okay I'm gonna go play again....
[******** mountain lions.....
Eulalia447 · Sun Mar 26, 2006 @ 02:49am · 1 Comments |
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Things I Hate about the Computer
Waiting ******** forever for the time to respond to something I see in a forum
How everyone in the slots are ******** (mostly, just in case I met you in the slots)
How everytime I cheak my inbox it's 100% full but everysingle goddamn message is from msn or the daily horoscope thing
Whenever a really nice guy turns out to be fugly (dear, I do try not to be shallow... sweatdrop )
How it's absolutely impossoble to get a ******** picture of myself online
How hot i am actually and can't prove it to fugly guys cause I cant get a ******** picture of myself online
How long it takes everyone else to respond to a forum
How nobody comments on my jounal anyway.
Things I Love about the computer
Whenever I'm playing Solitare and the Aces all apear in order, Spade, Heart, Club, Diamond. I'm compulsive like that. heart
Eulalia447 · Thu Mar 16, 2006 @ 01:30am · 1 Comments |
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