I got fed up seeing my old journal. So I thought I'd post another one

Whooo, Ok now I have no idea what to write...
Yay I can play two chords on the guitar!
Go me =]
Ummm...
Stuck for things to say =\
I'm writing a discursive essay- whoooo.
Yeah not interesting really.
But snailtamer- as she's known on here- says she now loves me because when I get to choose a topic for another discursive essay I'm doing it on sectarianism and racism, as she has been called "fenian scum" on an almost daily-basis.
Also because somebody I once knew got told to "go back to their own country"
Stupid racist people ^_^
We can be safe once they're all dead and gone.
Snow Patrol whoooo!
I was listening to them in Music today

While alternating between my two chords on the crappiest guitar ever.
My teacher restringed them all last week- and already 6 are broken, stupid first years ¬_¬
Ok, I'll end this now

Byebye ^_^
Yeah you were right about what was in my scraps somewhat, not all the way, but somewhat, but my scraps in which you only looked at, was not my real stuff.
It has been a while since I seen you around, but feel free to check out my real gallary again.
Anyways have a good day, or night (whichever it is).
Later
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"Hell belongs in a book
Where the setting is doused with flowers
Upon a field, accompanied by butterflies,
As some random man screams,
Todays weather is 50 degrees
With a 101% chance of cloudy skies,
Just to irk the Hell out of it!" -SIRyan-
Giggle!
It's lamer than lame that I only just found all these. SO MANY WASTED YEARS ;_;
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Scooch over, there's plenty rocket for all.
Welcome to dA!
*hugs and watches*
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Scooch over, there's plenty rocket for all.
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