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[title] => A Box of Wheaties With a Side of Coke
[time] => 2005-01-22 20:40:19
[hometext] => An English assignment
[bodytext] => I eat my traditional box of Wheaties, along with a side of Coke Cola, usually regular, but sometimes vanilla or cherry, if the occasion calls for it, for breakfast. I carry thousands, if not millions, of half written essays, incomplete math assignments, un-finished biology packets, books that weight at least 100 lbs each, and random pieces of paper with doodles that I drew when I got bored during class in my backpack. Every afternoon I make a trip to mi cama (my bed) to take a nap, which leads to you possibly feeling more tired and crappy than when you first decided to go take a nap that afternoon. By best friend is whoever listens to me when I need to vent or have an exceptionally compelling story to tell from the night before. I never go anywhere without starvation size, formally known as fun size, candy bar just in case of an emergency. I go swimming in green, occasionally blue, jelly, Jell-O-y, gelatin with whipped cream and a cherry on top. I have random crap that covers the floor completely, but leaves a hidden path to each major object, and only reveals the pathway to me, in my room at home. Yesterday, someone called and offered me every key to every test that I would be taking during finals week for the next three years. There is a mutant massive monstrous monster that conveniently eats all my homework that I hastily shoved in there from the day before. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 217 [topic] => 7 [informant] => Mosie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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