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Name: Shelby
Location: Minneapolis, Minnesota, United States
Birthday: 4/5/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: Music, Writing, Drawing, Dancing, Theater, the Arts, Reading, Playing, Hedonism, Grammar, and Living.
Expertise: Rocking.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Media
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  ThpethalK
MSN: fake_plasticme@hotmail.com
Yahoo:  typical_screenager
Member Since:
4/10/2005
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Horrible. Absolutely horrible. I am never doing that again unless my
back is to the wind and there is a sail attached to the front of my
bike. I was peddling my little heart out. I almost had an asthma attack
twice and I still only averaged 8 mph. Whatever. I have
officially burned off 600 more calories than I have consumed so I am
hitting up the All-Natural Cheetos and I FEEL NO SHAME.
I was interviewed for a Managing Editor position in NYC today. How about that?
P.S. I know this is lame, but I'm really glad Xanga is finally letting me edit my own HTML. It's about damn time. It still doesn't stand up to my livejournal though. | | |
| This is Adam's post... so he has a new post to comment on. Or he could just talk to me on AIM. You know, whatever. Otherwise, I remain, and shall remain, at livejournal. | | |
| Wow, I haven't updated this sucker since November. Clearly, there is a lack of emo in my life.
It's true. There is. I'm completely in love.
I never thought I'd fall into the ridiculous paradaigm of "friends for years turned star-kissed sweethearts" crap, but here I am. Good times.
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| I am as sick as sick can be.
Okay, so maybe that's not entirely true because I don't have cancer or malaria or bird flu, but I do have an awful, demonic cootie that has been sorely afflicting my person over the past 4 days.
I do have some configuration of the flu. I'm also not the most healthy of individuals, and never really have been. But! Now I find out that my once irrational fear of puking (because I was convinced after two instances of having the flu and ending up in the hospital that once I start, I just won't stop) is actually entirely rational and completely merited because it's totally true. Little did I know that regurgitation is caused by a hormone, and mine doesn't know when to quit.
We can add that to the list. Asthma, Heart Murmur, Hypoglycemia, Chronic Anemia, Chronic Dehydration, and Uncontrollable, Unstoppable Barfing.
I am not happy. Nay verily, I am most emphatically not down with the sickness.
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| I feel like crap today.
My kidney infection is doing strange things to my body. It doesn't help
that I was totally allergic to the antibiotics they gave me. Now I've
got hives all over my everything, and I'm really not happy about it.
I'm also not happy that Faith's rent check has bounced twice now. Two
consecutive months. I don't want to have to find a new roommate. I love
Faith, but she is so awful with money it almost hurts.
I can't focus on my school work. I feel awful. I should be applying for
internships, working on my IDL course, and researching my story for
Marilyn... but I can't make myself do it. I can't even begin to want
to. I'm just super down and out. I need a hug.
Anyway, I decided it was time to switch up my background song. So...
Featured Artist this time around is "Fuck." The song is entitled "Her
Plastic Acupuncture Foot" and it's the cutest thing I've ever heard.
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