<p>Uh…OK. I feel like I’ve posted a boatload of personal information on this site. I’ll just give a link to one of my posts, rather than type it all out.</p>
<p><a href=“http://talk.collegeconfidential.com/college-search-selection/528257-i-have-college-list.html[/url] ”>http://talk.collegeconfidential.com/college-search-selection/528257-i-have-college-list.html</a></p> ;
<p>I looked through my list of posts I’ve made, and I’m pretty sure I’ve hit the 100 mark in the Watering Hole. Too bad none of them count.</p>
<p>Oh my God. I’m back. On the reals.</p>
<p>I don’t know either.</p>
<p>What did you get banned for?</p>
<p>Kill your own anger.</p>
<p>that’s an aggressive statement.</p>
<p>why was this gone? honestly…</p>
<p>I realized last night that I crack up over the littlest things. I was reading TIME magazine, and I burst out in laughter when I read this:</p>
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Comments aren’t always that idiotic. The comments on Gawker, a Manhattan-based media and gossip blog that I will probably (no, definitely) be made to regret mentioning, can be incredibly mean, but they’re also often funnier and cleverer than the posts they comment on. Last August Gawker ran an item about the rapper Foxy Brown, who was accused of hitting a neighbor with her BlackBerry. The commenters spontaneously generated an entire mini-subculture consisting of variations on this single item: “This is like the time Spinderella stabbed me with her Treo.” “MC Lite [sic] beat me about the head and upper shoulder with a stack of faxes.” By October, the Foxy Brown post had 10,000 comments, at which point Gawker–presumably fearing the arrival of the Rapture–shut it down.
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<p>The thing about the Treo was just too much for me. I almost fell out of my chair when I read that.</p>
<p>The Cafe is just pitiful.</p>
<p>Without me.</p>
<p>Yes.</p>
<p>Rocker, you didn’t answer our questions about swimming like a Canadian.</p>
<p>Because he can’t bear the truth.</p>
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<p>Without us , you fool. Us . </p>
<p>I still miss you.</p>
<p>Ever since I got back from Spain, I’ve been plotting my totally awesome Europe trip. But I decided I need to speak French first. And German. I’m debating if I should tackle those in college, or just use software.</p>
<p>I have to enroll in elementary French this year. How demeaning is that?</p>
<p>Oh well.</p>
<p>Family reunions are ridiculous. Oh wait, excuse me, my family reunions are ridiculous.</p>
<p>Angelina Jolie popped.</p>
<p>yes she did</p>
<p>and micky avalon is too cool.</p>
<p>My immediate family totally ditched on the family reunion. We said we’d go, and then we didn’t. Then we didn’t buy the t-shirts, and my grandma was all like, “Oh!!! We have to get a picture of you all together!” We never did that either. Every time we’re over there and someone is taking pictures, we just leave before they can tell us to be in them. Avoiding relatives is a great sport.</p>
<p>I plan to change my boring family with my family. I want lots of kids so I have a big, chaotic, interesting family. Small families blehhhh.</p>
<p>That’ll be a spirited bunch.</p>
<p>I have this weird urge to name my kid Luna. On the real.</p>
<p>I need to stop saying on the real.</p>