chess was doing love poems the other day and she thought of me. (save the crude jokes) cos her eng teacher was making some example of some idea in the poem, so he was like "say, you were obsessed with... elijah wood."

i'm pretty much convinced that i have the best english teacher in the world, but that man is cool. (so is elijah wood.) go him! (chess' english teacher, that is.) man, i'm confusing today.

shame that his (worthy of standing ovation) statement was replied with a chorus of "eww!"s from chess' english class. silly bints.

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i slept on a pair of tweezers last night. i was changing make up bags last night while watching arthy's buffy tape. obviously got too tired. when i got up this afternoon i found them lying on the bed, so i decided to lie back in the bed to see if i could feel them. couldn't feel a thing. definately not a princess.

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note to self: record oscars tonight at 12:45. everyone's gonna be there. possibly orlando bloom. completely forgotten that he is currently residing in LA. and to think that i was looking all over for him while getting my US visa in central londres. dumbass.

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