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x3 No meet-ups at this house, my brother's having one of his god damn nerd parties again. D;
Er...crap. I have a guitar lesson, then the...
Eighth Grade Karaoke and more party. Ewww. I'm not too intent on going to it, but I have to go to the school and get my stuffs for school next year. ); But I could probably come over before and/or after, and sleep over. (: Those stupid things don't take forever...I hope.

On Cara's Xanga, that's rude. Really.

o_o Smoke? Wtf. It probably overheated the computer, or something. Stupid iTunes.

Awwwwww. So you do read it. I'm touched, really. But, uh--
I deflect your criticisms, Leila, with a grammatical correction:
'Yeah, sorry for ranting. Basically, I'm saying that I think Cara is rude, and that I'm sorry you're iTunes is fried.'
*your
Sarah:
'On Cara's Xanga, that's rude. Really. '
While there may be nothing technically wrong with that sentence, I think we can all agree that it is not by any means expertly formulated.

I am the only one that would respond to personal insults with an english lesson. But that is why I am a future literati. You are a future glitterati, and we compliment each other very well.
Also, it is my xanga and while you people may not have grasped the concept of an online journal, I realize that it is where I write whatever the ******** I want and the general population, hopefully, doesn't care because they ALSO realize that the function of a xanga is basically to say to someone what you can say to no one.
Although I may just have too much faith in the general population.
Anyway, I won't apologize because you've written some pretty s**t things about me in here and even if we're pretending that what we say in our respective journals matters, we are not yet even.
--NOT A DUCKSHARK

PS now that I think about it, I am bitterly disappointed in both Leila and Sarah, even if that awesome pianist last night sang a song called 'Leila'. So eager to jump to conclusions! Doubly eager to pretend any of this s**t matters.
I mourn for our generation at times like these, I really do. Our culture of overindulgence will get the best of us. I can just picture it: The future world leaders sitting around a table, the French prime minister eating cheese and drinking wine; the Iraqi prime minister nonexistant because we ******** the country up so bad, but if he'd been there he would have been dignified; the descendants of Tony Blair kissing up to the descendants of the ruler of China because the US is no longer the leading world power (we were too busy investigating who dissed the president of Sweden to keep up with world affairs), but kissing up in a very important-sounding way; the prime minister of Australia sitting with her hands crossed and on her lap, surveying the scene, quietly calculating; and the President of the United States, once so regal, so prestigious, so commanding-- he will be sitting in the back pouting because he said that she said that you said that we said that someone doesn't like him.