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xXxJUDYxXx's Journal
The Story Of My Awkward Life....
Well people I don't really know and probably won't meet, go ahead and read this..... And if you don't like it, or you're jealous of how awesome I am, don't go around sending messages to my VF friends calling me a bitch.
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You guys
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September 05, 2008, 01:33:am
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Can you do me favor and drop a nice little comment on this profile?
All this little's bitch's friends are dropping me lovely notes about me being an Avril Lavigne hater, so I thought I'd return the favor.
Please and thanks 
She's the owner of VF's beiggest Avril cult
http://vampirefreaks.com/XxSlipped_AwayxX
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My Sister's Apology Note:
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June 11, 2008, 04:09:pm
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My 11 year old sister had to write an apology note for her fucked up cunt-kissing, fuckfaced, shit-filled, bitching principal for 'scaring the little kids out of the bathrooms by making them believe that Bloody Mary is real,' and by 'writing her name too big on the 5th grade mural.'
He's such a bitch, he made her write 800 words depicting her sorrow.
She has one of those stupid principals that probably never graduated from 8th grade, so I gave her a theosaurus and told her to have fun....
She got the idea....
Here's her apology letter.
It sounds like.... I don't know....
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I sincerely and whole-heartedly apologize to you and vow that I shan’t repeat my transgressions. Thou have been troubled and thy time hath been wasted. I am aware of thy anger, exasperation, and disappointment projected towards me, for I have proceeded in doing a terrible, unfortunate and disastrous gaffe. I shall now ensue to note down on all of my irreversible blunders of the school year of two thousand seven to two thousand eight, and I regret to add that there is a plethora of said blunders.
To start off my request for forgiveness, I have intimidated, shocked and alarmed the acquitted, naïve, and gullible children of grade one, and the next grade in succession, grade two, of the American International School of Jeddah, found in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, which, in, turn can currently be situated on the Arabian Peninsula. I have made unreliable, falsified and erroneous accounts that were misinterpreted and taken out of context. It hath been about a squeaky, transparent imprint of a departed soul who deliberately preoccupies, plagues and discomfits the individual toilet stalls of the bathroom that can be located adjacent to the area of recreation. She frightens, upsets, alarms, and discomforts any of those who dare venture into the interior of her dwelling, which I hath foresaid was the toilet stalls of the lavatory. The infantile, juvenile and easily terrified schoolchildren of the elementary grade one and the elementary grade two hath been distraught about the anguish, despondency and pitiful sorrow of the tale I hath been apprising them with. To set this argument precise and accurate, I shall impart them with the knowledge that ghosts, ghouls, monsters, vampires, zombies, demons and other equally horrific and otherwise unclassified scary things are merely a fragment, figment, and fabrication of thy over-active imagination, that is being fueled by the media of this day and age. I am particularly, exceedingly and exceptionally regretful of the events that have unfolded after said episode. I am especially referring to the complaints and calls of annoyance, anger and concern that thou hath undoubtedly received due to my irrationality, recklessness and my imprudence. I am in the knowledge that thou art scrupulous, inculpable, and irreproachable, and I am blameworthy and at fault, and that no other individual human being or group of said individual human beings, notably yourself, is to take the responsibility, accountability and onus of my impractical and negative faux pas. Parents, guardians and other respective and otherwise unspecified adults or people in a varying position of power have voiced their concerns about their second grade or first grade child or children even though, as I hath previously stated in the above structure of a series of consecutive words that result in a complete thought, idea or opinion in which I hath alluded to, thou art blameless. This is but one of the plethoras of breaches of standard school regulations that have been established to ensure the safety of me and my fellow peers, that I have disregarded, disrespected and disobeyed. This series of incidents and occurrences has resulted in disorder, chaos, and destruction of the dreams and hopes of the first graders and second graders who were wishing to urinate in tranquility without the present presence of a child-devouring deceased fragment of my creativity.
There is yet another one of my wrong-doings in the year of two thousand eight, or the year one thousand twenty-nine, depending on which calendar you prefer to take into consideration, that I find a need to discuss here in my plea for forgiveness. During our lovely, harmonious, and enriching stint in our artistic education class, while illustrating silhouettes, all of my peers currently studying in the same academic structure, had had to sign said silhouette in neat print or neat cursive. I had printed my given name on my classmates’ silhouettes in over-sized, fairly large, and generously proportioned lettering without previous knowledge of the consequences of proceeding to do so. Therefore, this act caused my peers’ silhouettes cluttered, shambolic, and in disarray, and there was not enough accommodation and span for the remainder and surplus of my class of 5A to come forth and print their forenames in the allotted and assigned place on the keep-safe resemblance of the shadows of my fellow fifth grade classmates in the fifth grade. It was my omission, but it consumed a significant amount of time from thy time and thou dealt with the gaffe anyway. I may correct my transgression by the pasting the silhouettes on a dissimilar cut of paper, and having my wonderful and loving companions sign or neatly print their names for the second time. Those are a couple of the blunders I hath did myself, although it effected thou and thy valuable time.
I am repentant, regretful, and remorseful.
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The look on his face was HILARIOUS!
He called me down and asked if I wrote this, and I told him no, so then he called my parents, and they sided with my sister!
And an hour later, I walked by his office and saw him with a dictionary.....
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C'est moi. Je suis magnifique! Et vous etes idiots.
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June 01, 2008, 10:07:am
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I totally passes my test in Francais. But my parents are STILL sending me to summer school were I will have the greatest joy of waking up from 7:30 - 1:30 five times a week and taking 10th grade classes.
They include (but are not limited to): Algebra, Chemistry, English Literature, History, Geometry, French, Arabic and 'Time Managemnt'?
Where the fuck did that come from?
All in all, not one of my better summers....
*sighhhh*.....
At least I'll catch up with some of my friends from Syria...
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MY FUCKING AWESOME HAIR!!!
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April 29, 2008, 08:48:am
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I re-highlighted my hair again.
Again, I asked for blue, but my parents told me no, so I had to go back to my awesome fuschia highlights. I did them myself. It took me two hours and a box of L'oreal hair dye to do it, but it worked!
This time I highlighted so much hair that from an angle, my hair looks completely neon pink.
At school, they told me that they'll let if off this time, but if I dye my hair 'unnatural colors' one more time, they'll suspend me until it washes out.
Mood: PINK!
Music: My Chemical Romance - The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You
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