tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15741639265955862232011-04-21T21:47:02.349-04:00A New Blog for my New Life.eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.comBlogger491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-54633412115905475642008-05-28T23:35:00.001-04:002008-05-28T23:37:28.706-04:00

I will probably never post on this blog again.I have moved to deviantART.com and I will probably stay there for the rest of my internet life.Yes this is sad. Dunno why.Here's my DA: [link]Go there if you haven't already. :D

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-35621240172217010632008-04-07T13:17:00.002-04:002008-04-07T13:29:25.981-04:00

Well.Last Saturday, I talked to my counselor, and he told me that if Zoloft doesn't work within 2 weeks...I am going to be sent to a sort of psychiatric ward. Other kids my age will be there, some of which will have problems like mine. People at the place will watch me and find out more about me.My thoughts?I sure hope Zoloft doesn't work, because I would love a chance to be observed by lots of

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-81436065328550569182008-04-02T12:28:00.002-04:002008-04-02T12:33:08.744-04:00

It's April.I shall be 14 in less than 3 weeks. Woohoo.I feel horrible. Zoloft doesn't work, okay? It's not working.They need to try something else. Maybe some kind of acupuncture.Oh yeah, bloodletting! That would make me feel better.Heck, maybe the reason it worked in the Middle Ages was because cutting is addicting, therefore you feel better after you get cut...Either way, I shouldn't cut,

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-92166988549170434782008-03-31T16:26:00.002-04:002008-03-31T16:30:54.033-04:00

I uploaded things to DA.http://shanadian.deviantART.comUh... Yeah.Poetry and Chicken Lady.Chicken Lady is weird.I am going to spend a lot more time on DA now that my brother unblocked it. Yay.Nothing else to say, really.

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-65579603017794514722008-03-30T13:02:00.002-04:002008-03-30T13:16:11.921-04:00

http://www.directhomefind.com/dream-home/index.phpMy brother showed this website to me.Then my other siblings did it. My sister has a very rich-person home, my other sister has a house that looks just like her room (really!) and my brother apparently got something similar.I would have posted my results, but there was an HTML issue. So I can't. :(Tres amusant!Well... Um... Yeah, that's it for

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-72675543862308529842008-03-26T13:55:00.003-04:002008-03-26T14:19:45.136-04:00

I checked out that blog today. Apparently, people either love it or hate it. I hold it up as proof that people are messed up.If they person was white and made a blog called 'stuff black people like' they would be condemned.If they were black and made a blog called 'stuff black people like' then people would like the blog.If they are black and made this blog, they are being let off, and some

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-14578271290002427562008-03-24T18:40:00.003-04:002008-03-24T18:55:11.787-04:00

According to Rocky, his new girlfriend is an 8 on the hotness scale. I find that amusing.I could get Rocky in SO much trouble...But I won't because I'm his friend, or I consider myself so, and I have decided to stop being mean to him. I will let myself be cruel to D, but Rocky is getting the nice treatment, because he did something nice for me a couple weeks ago.We were still talking about the

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-67089431769077114032008-03-23T16:48:00.003-04:002008-03-23T17:32:48.882-04:00

I don't know where that title came from.I love this time of year because I loooooooove chocolate, especially Cadbury Creme Eggs. Those are heaven, and I just, like, drool over them when I see them or even think of them because they are sooo good.I don't celebrate Easter. I don't celebrate lots of holidays. The only thing that you could call CLOSE to 'celebrating' is the Memorial, which

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-55294347523703515702008-03-21T16:08:00.004-04:002008-03-21T16:26:49.681-04:00

I forgot, apparently, to mention that a girl I used to go to school with is pregnant.She is not even 13 and a half, according to Coolbeans, and she is very small, thin, short, and overall I can't believe she's pregnant. I mean, I always knew that she would be having sex very early, but pregnant?No way. I remember going to dance class with her in second grade. Holy crap, we were seven years old

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-90698130708215254982008-03-20T22:12:00.002-04:002008-03-20T22:37:58.132-04:00

When I was little, I spelled 'spring' S-P-I-N-G invariably. I never noticed my mistake. My mother never corrects me with things like that.I wish she would.I was talking to Coolbeans and Realjimi (I think those are the right nicknames) today--girl talk. D and Rocky weren't on because D was sick ALL week so inside I was like DAMMIT! I missed all of this non-D time! and Rocky stayed after this

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-88072806182121989262008-03-19T16:40:00.002-04:002008-03-19T16:53:16.432-04:00

This morning, or maybe last night, I either didn't set my alarm or I shut it off before it went off. Either way, I went back to sleep, and I don't really want to face my mom. I don't know where she is, but she's out and it's pretty late in the day, so I guess I'll take a shower and go to sleep at some point.I took my Zoloft early again today. 3 pm. I figure I can take it in the morning

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-47059865352928884612008-03-18T21:20:00.002-04:002008-03-18T21:42:43.740-04:00

Is is just me, or are a lot of things dying lately?Bleh, it's just me. I wish I was dead. That's why I feel that way.I took my Zoloft early, around 7 or something. It's not working. I think I'll take it in the morning tomorrow.Not wise? Probably. But it should be fine. I have an extremely low dose, anyways. If I took 25 mg at say, eleven pm last night, another 25 mg at 7 tonight, and then

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-47879159779983090972008-03-17T16:03:00.002-04:002008-03-17T16:13:45.408-04:00

I'm stressing out right now because I think I feel like cutting myself.I found a razor in the bathroom drawer. I didn't take it because I am actually trying to quit cutting.But if something happens, if I am stressed out and I need to hurt my mother or someone else, I am taking the razor.Mom should have taken the blade. Take the blade away.Well, it doesn't matter. I have scissors in my room.I

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-16450718817029640572008-03-16T14:10:00.002-04:002008-03-16T14:18:49.022-04:00

It is the sixteenth of March, and, Best Friend Who's Birthday is Today, I am working on your present. I didn't finish it because I was busy yesterday, and I will be busy today, but I think I can have it done today. I will stay up late if I have to.My brother came home last night. Around 9:30 or so. It was good to see him. He doesn't have his goatee anymore. :( Just kidding, I think he looks

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-12668118598984884482008-03-15T10:54:00.002-04:002008-03-15T11:09:04.620-04:00

Let's see.Today, my brother will be coming. I guess I will have to wake up (I got up, went downstairs, and got on the computer at 9 in the morning, and that's what I've been doing all morning), and... yeah. Get dressed, since I am wearing my very pink nightgown that Mom gave me. It's very pink... Almost too pink... I don't feel very much like a feminist when I wear this. I feel sexist when

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-86375994540051930372008-03-14T13:45:00.002-04:002008-03-14T14:06:23.806-04:00

Okay...My dad was here today. I got up at noon only because I heard him come in, and I realized that I should probably greet him. I slept maybe 14 hours. Kinda weird. I took some Melatonin (a sleeping pill-like thing) and fell asleep at maybe 9:30 or so. Maybe a bit earlier.And I slept until noon... Interesting...I think I dreamt a lot, but I can't remember them now...Whatever.Dad bought me

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Last night was weird.A little after seven o'clock in the evening, the phone rings. My mom answers."It's for you," she said, handing me the phone, "It's Rocky." (she used his real first name)I am soooooo confused and I have NO idea what is going on, but I talk to him, and it was a strange conversation...I won't tell you all he said, but he said some amazingly insightful things, kind things, and

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-42234280294426917272008-03-12T12:54:00.002-04:002008-03-12T13:10:05.847-04:00

Technorati ProfileI have claimed my blog at Technorati, so now maybe people will come here. And I will get some hits.If you are reading my blog for the first time, then know this:Read the sidebar-thing over there.If you have any questions, leave a comment or email me or something. You know? I'll answer any questions that are not too personal.This blog is, yes, about cutting. If you don't like

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-68722740678448120562008-03-10T14:57:00.002-04:002008-03-10T15:03:19.547-04:00

I hate having colds.But right now I feel okay. My nose is drying up a little, I'm not sneezing too much, and my cough is almost gone. It's nice and not too warm or too cold in here. My siblings are all here, and my mom is making a super early supper before she takes my sister D to her counseling appointment.And we're watching Forrest Gump.M'name's Forrest, Forrest Gump.Run, Forrest, Run!Yup.

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-80532448014126973602008-03-08T14:14:00.003-05:002008-03-08T14:26:33.475-05:00

My sister's Gloucestor (sp?) canary died this morning. His name was Truman, and he made very pretty noises. He sang prettily and chirped and stuff and made a laser gun noise sometimes which was cool. He was cute and fluffy and I went with my sister to the pet store to get him, months ago.He hasn't been using his feet very much lately, and the poor little guy died, I guess...I thought I dreamt

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-37240625277286691312008-03-07T13:18:00.003-05:002008-03-07T14:06:21.525-05:00

I got something to post about now.Okay, first, I was outside today and I was watching our chicken, Bucky, being chicken-y and pecking at the ground and stuff.Then these birds were chirping and stuff (I think they were upset that I was there, they were annoyed little clicks) and there was this one tree that they were in.I figure that the birds were having some kinda par-tay in that tree, and since

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-36991717686532909822008-03-07T09:20:00.003-05:002008-03-07T10:05:44.911-05:00

Let's see...Yup, nothing happening.I missed another day of school. (if for some reason, JoCo saw my comment on stealing my dad's guitar, and went to this site, YOU ROCK, JOCO! and read this blog so your little two year old never cuts though if you were my father, I don't think I could cut myself) (yes I would like it if you were my dad better than if my dad was my father)I just applied for

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-86503442144479393382008-03-06T14:33:00.002-05:002008-03-06T14:38:52.681-05:00

So... I'm feeling dead today.I didn't go to school again today. I guess I'll go tomorrow. People will think that I cut myself badly again. I did try to last night, but I couldn't do it. I couldn't go through with it.Great. I AM a failure at everything. I can't even cut myself.Well, it's because I'm so sensitive about my wrist. If I could just get past the fear, I could do it, and be happy

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-84801588714651487892008-03-05T09:29:00.002-05:002008-03-05T10:03:26.669-05:00

I am absent again.I'm just losing it. Losing control. I don't know how much longer I can do this. Life. It's too much for me. I can't handle it.It's because of the Boss (AKA Daboss), Rocky, Ducky, and yeah, I guess all of my problems at school are guy problems. I just make up my problems, really. I have friends. I do.I just have a problem with letting myself see that. I have friends.

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-15951210869008502922008-03-04T13:56:00.002-05:002008-03-04T14:01:04.174-05:00

I am quitting Neopets.I'm only going on Gaia to talk to Lena *hugs* and maybe get a couple more things for my avatar, which is looking better every day. (not every day, but almost every day)Rescreatu... I'll check up on those every once in a while so they don't die. I guess once a week.I said something completely true but also completely embarrassing to Honk!...I hope he doesn't tell anyone...

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-89020619919981836972008-03-03T16:01:00.003-05:002008-03-03T17:12:36.137-05:00

Well, not too much happened today. Both D and Rocky hit me (it didn't hurt very much) to make me stop cutting.Great. I have willingly made myself both addicted to cutting, a victim of physical abuse (I'll keep a diary and make sure if I ever get fed up with it all, they will get punished again for it), along with all of the problems I had earlier.A girl I'll call Gyrfalcon (those who know her

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-81836146937484931502008-03-02T12:46:00.005-05:002008-03-02T13:24:22.782-05:00

Well, March came in LIKE A LION and I started it off by being MAD AS A MARCH HARE!I went to counseling on Friday. It was the most painful thing I've ever done. I had to tell him my worst fear, I had to tell him those things. I had to say two words and then I said the first word, and I was about to say the second word when suddenly, I start shaking and I felt like passing out and it was hard

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-16026938118938219542008-02-28T11:31:00.005-05:002008-02-28T11:54:14.101-05:00

I think I might have Strep throat again.I hope not. I'm sick of it. It's the most annoying illness ever.No, cancer and Addiction are worse.I haven't cut myself because I haven't cared.I have gone through some weird revelations in the past few days.Well, let's start on... well, I posted last on Tuesday.On Wednesday, I got up, started getting ready for school, and soon, I was feeling sick and my

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-51883944763403974722008-02-26T19:34:00.002-05:002008-02-26T20:00:23.309-05:00

I found out that I AM really addicted to cutting.First, I'll say that for months, I have been just like the druggie guy in that 'Above the Influence' commercial who is in kinda denial.I can stop cutting whenever I want.Maybe I will next week.Now, I knew that people could get addicted to cutting, but I didn't think I would.That's always how it is, anyways. You know? You never think it could

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-59894284747340353112008-02-24T12:50:00.002-05:002008-02-24T13:07:32.531-05:00

I think that I will start doing song reviews or book reviews or movie reviews or something.I think that I will start that sometime next week.Tomorrow, Monday, will be the first day of school after the lovely February vacation I have been enjoying. Maybe I will finally stop posting about nothing. I can finally start talking about INTERESTING things.I've had a week to think about things. Not

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-69395133790191471982008-02-23T16:09:00.003-05:002008-02-23T16:21:37.197-05:00

I don't know what happened with what I said earlier, 'cause my leg is damn bloody, or it was less than an hour ago.I got what I needed for painless cuts ready, waited for a few minutes while I enjoyed a delicious sticky bun (well, two), and when I finished, I took the stuff to my room, where I desensitized myself and made an S and an R next to each other on my leg. The little tail on the R isn't

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-84366439666342165792008-02-23T11:22:00.003-05:002008-02-23T11:27:09.798-05:00

I feel NOTHING today.I just sit here, and nothing.Nothing.Nothing.I guess, that means I should go out and DO something.I decided not to cut myself today.Even if I feel like it.It's around 11:30 in the morning. I have about nine hours left (more like 12, but I need to get my sleep schedule back in order before I go back to school on Monday).I wonder if I can do it. When I said 'cut', I meant

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-4021747146805242122008-02-22T20:18:00.000-05:002008-02-22T20:19:28.010-05:00

What horror I have learned.Well, last night, I thought about cutting.And I realized that I could never do it because of the pain I feared so much. So, I thought about what dulls pain.And I found it.So, I went to the kitchen, got what I needed, and went to my room.And it worked.So, I made four cuts that bled (not too much) and I realized with horror that I am now invincible. I can do whatever I

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-28076858574720414062008-02-21T14:36:00.002-05:002008-02-21T14:52:05.142-05:00

News that you've already heard, to be followed by better news, with my opinions:Barack Obama is accused of plagiarism. Um, when he plagiarized my governor (momentarily forgot his name), my governor was plagiarizing JFK, or at least that's who I heard he was quoting. Seriously, why are you making such a big deal out of it? We live in a time that no matter what you think or what you say,

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-3163426011865490242008-02-19T15:43:00.002-05:002008-02-19T15:59:58.999-05:00

Well, here's what's up:the skythe sunthe starsairplaneshelicoptersSorry, here's what's ACTUALLY up:I thought of something absolutely SHOCKING (although probably someone has already used it) that will completely change Linda's Chronicles. I mean, like CRAZY. Something VERY interesting happens. There is an AMAZING internal conflict goin' on here. It's no longer character vs. character or

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-7576074791065835932008-02-14T19:16:00.004-05:002008-02-14T19:30:30.614-05:00

Well, I vowed to myself that I would not ruin this day for the third year in a row... Skip the next paragraph if you want to read more about that.I left a rather silly comment on JoCo's blog. :D I almost didn't post it since I'm so shy. If you think it's funny, I suggest trying it on other people. :D I ended up posting it since I figured the words 'crazed fan' worked pretty well. :D Okay,

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-34709720276240455282008-02-13T16:27:00.004-05:002008-02-13T17:01:05.637-05:00

Well, I was using the computer this morning while my brother listened to the live hearing about the steroids. I thought some of it was pretty weird.They talked about Clemens being injected in the butt and then he was bleeding and it was on his pants and then one other person saw and Clemens said, "I'd do anything to get an edge" or something akin to that.Clemens does not know what a vegan is. I

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-26043196273989819422008-02-11T17:12:00.000-05:002008-02-11T17:35:00.883-05:00

Porphyria: something I was afraid I had for a few minutes last weekend.Okay, well, read this, and then I will explain why I thought I had it.I was reading on Wikipedia (my favorite!) about vampires, because recent developments in my messed up mind/life have convinced me that I am a closet-vampire.Meaning, I like blood. I like putting it in my mouth and swallowing it.Okay, back to the more

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-1070100015538931892008-02-09T13:45:00.000-05:002008-02-09T14:04:56.957-05:00

I'm bored and I have nothing to post!However, I will tell you that I am probably going to cut myself tomorrow night.I plan this sort of thing, yes. I just KNOW that if I don't do anything, I will be very miserable. However, something is changing. I don't want to cut my arm anymore. My leg bleeds a lot when I open the scabs from the horrible razor... I just don't like the pain that comes with

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-54037365953102495242008-02-06T18:32:00.000-05:002008-02-06T18:38:03.992-05:00

Sorry, I did that to attract attention to this blog. :-DNothing to say. I usually feel like writing in a journal in the first few weeks. I just HAVE to write.Maybe I have hypergraphia. That would be unfortunate, I suppose. Then again, that means I would have an advantage over other writers. If I decided to really become a writer. Well, I already decided to become one. It's a matter of

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-62348194265357376842008-02-05T20:51:00.000-05:002008-02-05T20:56:11.309-05:00

I had to add a separate post for this.I finished typing my story! It is AWESOME! I started editing it, too, and I plan to finish editing the second draft by next January, if not sooner. I know I will be getting a LOT of work done over the summer, and February vacation, and then April vacation. So it probably will be done by the time I start ninth grade! Yay!!!!!!Okay, that's all. :D

eliannradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488818445830318143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1574163926595586223.post-56408786082032754102008-02-05T14:50:00.000-05:002008-02-05T20:39:09.142-05:00

Okay, it's been a few days (not THAT many, though) since I last posted, so here are the updates:I went back to school yesterday and it's all okay, I think. :/SOMEONE came back but I haven't had a chance to talk to him. Today, he got on the bus (after school, not in the morning) and sat in the front seat, then his sister got on and joined him, and when she saw that her friend was back there, she

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Somedays, the Internet is my only friend. Other days, I feel like swearing and sending it to you-know-where. ;)It is going SO slow right now. It took forever just to load blogger.com, not to mention how broken Rescreatu is, how horrible GaiaOnline is acting, and I guess those are the only sites I've tried so far.I think I will finish with my story this weekend! I will finish typing it, and I

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I plan this to be my final sick day of January (well, it has to be), and I do not want to have a sick day in February or March. I would like to not be sick for the rest of the year, but I doubt I can do that.Oh well, it doesn't matter. I'll just keep living.The problem tomorrow will be that I will have five million quizzes to make up, and that sort of thing, and that I really have no idea what

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‘Where is the café?’ This author wonders. Is it in space, time, or any dimension? Or is it in a little town in New England? ‘It matters not,’ This author decides. In this café of wonders, No one lives in any time or is any age. There are many old and young men. These men smoke. From the primitives before Christ, To the Indians, to the men of today they hail. There is many a

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Okay...So...I went to counseling.And I guess it's okay.My counselor looks JUST like George Costanza from Seinfeld. No kidding. The difference is that he is not as fat, he has gray hair instead of brown, and he's a little more over-all less stupid. ;)I think this counselor will be pretty good. He's nice, but he probably doesn't know what's best for me right now because there's a lot I didn't

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Just a random post title. But read on if you are reading.I will be going to counseling today. I don't know what to expect.I read Harriet the Spy (well, the second half or so) last night. I like reading about Harriet's issues. I think I am like Harriet. She's younger than me, but it doesn't matter. She has my problems, although mine are worse.Maybe I will write a book like Harriet the Spy.

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Well, I don't actually know. But in about 27 and a half hours, I will be going to counseling.What to do until then?Well, I'll write and post this message, because I like blogging.This is a LOT easier to use than my old blog. This one. That I like showing to people. I made all of that FROM SCRATCH. If you can believe it. ;)I will also work on my story, which I am nearly finished with. That

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Hooray.I started my blog. Finally.I've been looking for a place to 'blog' for a while. It's taken forever because most places that give you a free blog pretty much make you be 18 or more.But that's okay. I got a free, completely awesome blog right here. :)Well, look at the details to the left. They should answer most questions you have.I'll post some more stuff tomorrow, and then...Yeah.

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