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Amtrak isn't stopping in Youngstown anymore! Doom! My whole indie-ness must now be sacrificed to the evil metallic monster of the sky. (Who's never flown before... oh... huh). Poo on Amtrak!
DanceDance at the mall kills me. I satisfies that evil little part of my subconscious that loved the drama club and random public displays, though. The little evil part of my subconscious that's constantly suggesting bizarre performance art to me. Like running around the mall dressed as a ninja. But I'll have to resist...
This short entry despite my intense hatred for this computer brought to you by: BOREDOM! I didn't have a car today, I didn't have anything to read, it wasn't particularly sunny... NOTHING TO DO. So I ended up sorting through a lot of my school stuff, condensing things, and playing Chrono Trigger.
DanceDance at the mall kills me. I satisfies that evil little part of my subconscious that loved the drama club and random public displays, though. The little evil part of my subconscious that's constantly suggesting bizarre performance art to me. Like running around the mall dressed as a ninja. But I'll have to resist...
This short entry despite my intense hatred for this computer brought to you by: BOREDOM! I didn't have a car today, I didn't have anything to read, it wasn't particularly sunny... NOTHING TO DO. So I ended up sorting through a lot of my school stuff, condensing things, and playing Chrono Trigger.
