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i miss the old xanga days when i would get 23 comments for mashing my keyboard.
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Often in times like these I wonder what inspired God to make humans more powerful than he. The only way to thwart free will is by the actions carried out by the free will of others.
If everything is a retardedly impossible test, when do we get the time to study up for it? And what the hell do we study from?
What if I die tomorrow and make it to the afterlife? Do I get married later? Can I at least date around before taking the morethaneternal plundge? Can I charge my iPod? Do I have to listen to shitty worship/praise music that repeats the same four lines written by a second grader, or is classical rock really that bad? Does LOST run without commercials? Can I sleep through church in heaven, or are we on the three-strike system? Can I smoke and drink up there, or am I condemned to being healthy? Are heaven and hell my only options?
Did all the Romans go to hell because they didn't know any better? How many gods are actually up there?
Perhaps the deists were right. God, the immortal clockmaker, wound the spring of the world and watched it tick. My first prayer in over a year is that he considers winding it again soon.
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'Spanish Castle Magic'
-Jimi Hendrix
Yes, it's true. I have returned.
You would think that xanga would have created a program by now that realized that after 1030 days on xanga I don't want to go Premium. That's a long time, considering it's my second profile.
My final film project, I believe, will be about how scatterbrained I am in forming ideas. If anyone knows where I can find a typewriter, black cape, bear costume, robot costume, minister costume, etc.... please contact me.
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I wanted to let the xanga world know that I am alive. I may return to this world I had long forgotten.
I am having a mental breakdown. All of my final projects are around the corner. My girlfriend straight up dumped my ass over spring break. I start working at Starbucks next week. I want to play tennis again soon.
Holla back. |
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Ah the infertile land that is xanga.
I try to plant seeds, but alas the hope for growth is lost.
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