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[Jul. 21st, 2005|01:14 pm] |
Dear ALEX,
You owe us another TV.
<3,
Jubes
PS - you, like, totally suck. |
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[Apr. 27th, 2005|12:12 am] |
Can you guys BELIEVE this?! It's totally uncool! They shouldn't get to stay here after what they did. I mean, they like hurt people! Can't we at least make them sleep in the pool house?
This calls for some serious booby traps. I don't need my room getting burned down and I am so not afraid to paf them. What's the Prof thinking? |
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[Mar. 8th, 2005|04:25 pm] |
Word to my peeps from D.C.!
The taxi driver on the way to the hotel so got me interested in that phrase again. He was using like hardcore old school slang. He gave me a pin too...I think it says Jiffy Lube on it. It's all scratched up. Talk about ghetto.
Anyway, what's up with me being the only kid on this thing? I thought other people were coming with me! Not that Ms. Munroe and Dr. Grey aren't wicked cool...but I can only cause so much trouble alone. Sofia is too busy making eyes at Julian and Richie Rich is too dweeby. This was all some huge conspiracy. I know it. Put Jubes in isolation and see what happens. I SEE HOW IT IS.
It's not all 'woe is me' though. Really. It's cool that I can type this from my hotel room. Free internet access AND I get all the channels on the TV. Sweet, right? I tried ordering room service, you know for kicks, but Dr. Grey caught me out. She has eyes in back of her telepathic head.
Tomorrow we get to split up Scooby Doo style and hunt for clues. Daphne and Fred (Julian is so Daphne...you can see it, I know you can) are going off on their own while I get to go off and listen to stupid Congressmen. It bites, I know. I'm thinking of sneaking off and investigating Thelma-style. But hey, maybe I'll be useful. Maybe we'll get to interrogate somebody and I can do the Good Cop/Bad Cop thing with Dr. Grey. Intimidate them with my pafs or something. Ms. Munroe would probably do better than me with the Bad Cop. I mean, you can really freak someone out by turning your eyes white and making the sky go all spooky.
Oh yeah. I'm still trying to get Ms. Munroe to mess with the weather forecast. I'd so be able to blade around here if there wasn't ice. I mean, come on. A little sunshine in March isn't so weird.
I think Sofia wants to use the TV now. I hope everything's peachy keen back at school. Don't worry, I'm totally going to get souvenirs for you guys.
This is Jubilation Lee signing off! |
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[Feb. 24th, 2005|12:33 pm] |
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Talk about a messed up Valentine's Day. I didn't even get chocolate out of it. Couldn't they wait a day before torching the garage, ballroom and jet? I was all ready to show off my dancing skillz. I bet they planned it like that just to mess us up. 'Cause, I mean, you have to be like uber cruel to start a fight on Valentine's Day. The BH is like...the Grinch. But not at Christmas. And with guns and stuff. Yeah. Anyway, I hate party wreckers - there is nothing more uncool.
So is everyone okay? I interrogated heard from some people that there was some blood and gore action going on. I'm definitely willing to lend out my specialty mix CD, fashion mags and candy to those in need.
As for good news? Well...I didn't mess up my dress and now I have an excuse for the homework I didn't do over the weekend.
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[Dec. 21st, 2004|12:07 am] |
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Omigod, new people dropping from the sky like frogs in a freak storm like we learned about in bio last year! And not just new people -- Ms. Grey is back! Holy bejeezus, what is WRONG with this place that we're all resurrecting like nobody's business? No prob, because I totally love her and I'm so glad she's back, especially since red-eye was on a total down spiral forever. Omigod, I can't take this excitement. I can't go from being kidnapped and then put in that cold, horrible cell awaiting death or anal probing or whatever it is they do in abandoned Canadian military fort thingies to Jesus Christ Superstar.
Speaking of Canadians, THE Canadian is back, and Rogue goes from being all flushy and blushy and then she's flirting with Bobby (are they boyfriend and girlfriend or in-between? this remains a Great Mystery of Life; must ponder further) in my network journal! Talk about an embarassment of riches. First she has the hot slab of manmeat named after an ugly rodent (I looked it up on Encarta), and then she has super-cute boyband understudy, and now she has both?? Banarama, you could've smacked me stupid. Girl needs to choose. I say go for the illegal lovin', because it's not like she'll be jailbait forever. Gotta take advantage of one's fleeting jailbait status.
Oh, and hot teachers. Oh, Remy, my love. How cute are you? How adorably wonderful? How beautiful when you look at me like I've gone crazy? Le sigh. I think I possess, like, the attractiveness of the EBOLA VIRUS. But no that can't be true because I was the only kid on Mulholland who could swing forty an hour fo that never happened. I'm beyond cute. If I were a rock, I'd be molten, I have so much hotness potential.
I'll have to try harder to show my devotion. Or maybe I should give up and make eyes at...who?
I'm gonna eat a bag of Doritos (no more Cheetos, dammit!) and ponder. |
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[Dec. 20th, 2004|06:37 am] |
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I hate essays. Essays suck the fun out of the marrow of life, or however that metaphor works. But I was thinking, it's only because the subjects are so boring. I mean, who cares about the Louisiana Purchase? I mean, really? Other than Mr. Cajun?
So I thought I'd do something more fun with all this free printing paper. So here's a list of nicknames for everyone. I may or may have not just completely made these up on the spot.
Rogue: Roguinator (that one's Archie's), Ronana, Rogue Squadron, Mississippi, Mississippi Yearning.
Bobby: Popsicle, Bobbinator (that one's mine), Frosty the Snowdork, Bobby: The Freshmaker, Robert, Bob.
Warren: War and Peace, Angel-baby, Baby-face, Number Three, Richie Rich, Sugardaddy.
Jean-Paul: JP, Jeanie, Peter Paul and Mary, J-to-the-P, Frenchie II, Canada II. Added: Nanook of the North, The Sexiest Piece of Cheese In All of Gaydom.
Scott: Scott Tissue, Scottifer, Scorchy, Mr. Tight Pants, Scooter, Mr. Summers.
More to come later. Stay tuned. Same bat time, same bat channel. |
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[Dec. 20th, 2004|01:41 am] |
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...there is seriously something wrong with snow. It's just not right. I mean, if snow was still a good idea and super-duper-cool, why did the Ice Age end? Huh? HUH? You tell me. Wait, I am writing to myself. OMG, I've gone insane. That's it. It's finals. It's Ms Grey being g It's my new jacket I just ordered online and I won't be getting until January. Where is everyone? Screw this essay. |
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