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James Tiberius...wait, what?
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[15 Aug 2005|11:40am] |
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So I went to the mall yesterday. It was COMPLETELY devoid of screaming 6 year olds chasing me and yelling "YO DAWG!" I went there with Darcy and we shopped for Manny's presents together.
MANNY, IF YOU WANT TO BE SURPRISED BY YOUR GIFTS, DO NOT READ THE FOLLOWING. I REPEAT, DO NOT READ THE FOLLOWING.
We decided on the card and stuffed animal thing since I really don't know what kind of crap music Manny likes. Seriously, I don't know. And I wasn't about to be given a weird look by the clerk at the CD store while I bought a Backstreet Boys CD. Been there, done that.
So, we went to the Hallmark Store first. I found this card the minute I set my eyes on the Birthday aisle. It had a picture of a toilet on the front, and inside the card read "Hope your birthday doesn't go down the crapper." Wow, I could not have found a better card. Darcy got some card with puppies all over it because Darcy is lame.
Then we went to the toy store and I had a hard time finding a stuffed animal suitable for Manny. Finally, I found one. A large, stuffed, green and brown dinosaur that looked like Paris Hilton. (It had a lazy eyes.) Darcy is lame so she got a puppy stuffed animal. A PUPPY.
So, yeah, that was all we did. Then we went to the food court and tried several different kinds of fries. That was fun.
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[12 Aug 2005|05:13pm] |
Um...the pool party. It sucked. Gee, Isaacs really knows how to throw a good party! Good job on that one, Toby.
In related news, I am absolutely bored out of my mind and I kind of asked Emma if we could do something again soon. She said fine, that sounded good, and it was kind of like she forgot what happened. Not that that isn't good, but hey. Um...somebody want to hang out or something? Soon?
And I still need to think of a present to get Santos for her birthday. Whoop whoop. Maybe somebody can come shopping with me at the mall? Um, I think the mall is now devoid of screaming little 6 year old brats who chase you down the mall screaming "THESE FRIES ARE WIGGITY WIGGITY WACK!"
So...yeah. The invitation is open.
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[09 Aug 2005|06:20pm] |
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Some little craphead thought it would be funny to hack into my computer and destroy everything, so I had some downtime for a while. Well, now I'm back on, and during that downtime I happened to forget my password. Oops.
I am the class clown, the funny kid, the comic relief. I never really asked for it. One day I just started telling jokes and soon enough I had mastered the art of comedy. Well, not really.
I am, essentially, James Tiberius Yorke. JT or Sexypants to you lovely ladies out there. Like my userinfo says, count on that name to be headlining every comedy club in Toronto and possibly New York City AND Los Angeles. Toby said I'm egotistical. I doubt it. I mean, it's only natural for a kid to think that way, right? And anyway, I know I'm good. I mean, I've been told. But that fry commercial was not good. I was only teased endlessly for it. I won't even go into the mall anymore after...yeah.
I have been hanging out with Toby a lot lately, playing video games and checking out girls at the mall. Lie after lie after lie. We haven't been close at all after I went on vacation and before that. And, uh, I can't exactly go talk to Emma now, can I?
Vacation was fun. Quebec was fun. I learned if you hit on a girl in French you might accidentally say the wrong thing and get slapped right in the face end up laughing about it with her. Yeah, maybe I'll study more French when school rolls around. Which reminds me, I don't want to go back at all. Whoever doesn't enjoy summer should walk to the nearest noose and hang themselves. That is all.
I'm going to go now. But uh, you ladies can always contact me on AIM at mr jt yorke. And no, Toby doesn't count.
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