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Brittany: 3,265 divided by 17 equals 192
Me: 5,508 divided by 22 equals 250
Savvanah: 859 divided by 2 equals 429.5

The first number is amount of words writtne in said person's blog. The second number is amount of posts (supposedly). The final number is average amount of words per blog. So far, Savannah(sp?) is ahead of everyone. By everyone I mean the three people listed because no one else allows me to see their profiles. Everyone sucks but me. My math might be wrong, but I don't care because I'll use my mental powers to obscure your senses and KILL YOU(metaphorically).

I want to have enough time in my life to figure this out...


Purely in the interests of science, I have replaced the word "wand" with "wang" in the Harry Potter Books Let's see the results...

"Why aren't you supposed to do magic?" asked Harry.
"Oh, well -- I was at Hogwarts meself but I -- er -- got expelled, ter tell yeh the truth. In me third year. They snapped me wang in half an' everything

A magic wang... this was what Harry had been really looking forward to.
"Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wang. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wang for charm work."
"Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wang. Eleven inches. "

Harry took the wang. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wang above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls

"Oh, move over," Hermione snarled. She grabbed Harry's wang, tapped the lock, and whispered, 'Alohomora!

"The troll couldn't feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry's wang had still been in his hand when he'd jumped - it had gone straight up one of the troll's nostrils.

He bent down and pulled his wang out of the troll's nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy gray glue.

He ran onto the field as you fell, waved his wang, and you sort of slowed down before you hit the ground. Then he whirled his wang at the dementors. Shot silver stuff at them.

"Yes," Harry said, gripping his wang very tightly, and moving into the middle of the deserted classroom. He tried to keep his mind on flying, but something else kept intruding.... Any second now, he might hear his mother again... but he shouldn't think that, or he would hear her again, and he didn't want to... or did he? Something silver-white, something enormous, erupted from the end of his wang. Then, with a sigh, he raised his wang and prodded the silvery substance with its tip.

'Get - off - me!' Harry gasped. For a few seconds they struggled, Harry pulling at his uncles sausage-like fingers with his left hand, his right maintaining a firm grip on his raised wang.

For lack of actually having anything to put down. I'm just going to put a bunch of quotes on here from places.

"Death To Traitors."
-Name of a song by Beloved(us)

"I'm a politician. Which makes me a cheat. And a liar. And when I'm not kissin' babies I'm stealin' their lollipops."
-Off some movie I don't know the name to.

"Pity for the guilty is treason to the innocent."
-Kahlan from the Sword of Truth series by Terry Goodkind, Stone of Tears.

"Did you just call me a vast herd?"
-Dilbert's boss, Dilbert by Scott Adams. 9/2/03

"It's not your fault that I write these things at night. I brought it on myself. I deserve this. I deserve this. Do I really deserve this?"
-All Else Failed by Zao

"She simply will not die."
-Face:Face by Norma Jean

"Your Friends Are Fake; I Am A Machine Gun; My Heart Is Yours."
-Song titles by Showbread.

"If you don't drink here, you're either a loser or one of us."
-My friend Riley Danroth, concerning his town; Beechy.

"Your eulogy is like poetry. But, your mouth is like a magazine"
-Mouth Like A Magazine by Showbread.

"You're a great guy and really good-looking"
-Girl I'm keeping anonymous because she was obviously too drunk to function.

"Reject all."
Reject by Living Sacrifice.

"What if it's working its way east, finishing the job? Saving me for last?"
Dennis from Christine by Stephen King.

"What does oral sex mean?"
-Brandon Wiebe.

No, I don't really hate my parents.

Isn't Veto a cheese?

I wrote a poem in math class on friday. I must seem like a poet to you with all these stanzas comin' out of the wazoo and everything but I don't care what anybody thinks but me.


Eau de "me"

Man I rule,
I can't get over,
how awesome I am.

This poem is about me,
so I'm not trying,
to make the lines rhyme,
or have any rythym.

One time I caught my reflection walking by and I was scared because of my sheer awesome, but I was okay really soon,
that line is the longest one,
I don't think I'm going to make a line quite that length for the rest of the poem if I can help it,
that was close though.

I'm going to end this poem,
because my hand is sore,
I might as well end in a rhyme,
duh duh duh duh duh duh duh lime.


I think I'll send it into National Geographic or some sort of well reknown publishing magazine. National Geographic has no use anyways, might as well kick it up a notch with a little bit of me. That'll boost sales. I guess.

I'm tired. I got two emails from these girls at camp. I went to the Camp Lemeiux reunion this weekend. I think I'm going to buy the latest Coldplay cd. I ordered some things from E-Bay and they should be here really, really soon. I only have three more spaces in my cd wallet so I'm going to have to buy a larger one. Someone this weekend complimented me on not having one burned cd. I met this chick at the reunion and she gave me her email. My elbow has a scab of which I'm in the process of picking off. People shouldn't make blogs relating to other people's blogs. I'm against abortion. I hate my parents.

(note: this first line has nothing to do with the rest of my rant) When the crap is Spider-man 2 and the Return of the King extended edition going to come out? I want those movies... Immediately.


I don't like how some people are so going out of their way and excited to buy and watch The Passion of the Christ again. They act like if they do they're going to be better Christians that way. Stupid I say.

Like when it was in theatres, if you saw The Passion people would ask if you cried while watching it. And I'm not saying it's stupid to cry while you watched it. The people who don't cry say that they didn't because it was a movie, and didn't really happen. And the people who cried say that it really happened but they made a movie about it.
The people who don't cry say it was just a movie. When they watch a movie, that's their reasoning behind not crying, because it's not real and they know that it's not actually happening. But people who cried did just the opposite.

What I didn't like is that the people who cried would pretend they were there(as in saying that they were a part of the movie) and cry as if they were actually experiencing it, and would be crying if they actually were in that place.

But the thing that rubbed me the wrong way is that the peopel who cried would only do this during The Passion and not for any other movie. They're just taking being a Sunday Christian to a different level. They don't care if thousands die while watching a war movie, instead they'll comment on how 'real' it is, which is what the people who don't cry do with The Passion.

But when it takes a whole movie for one person to die, they purposely act as if they're a part of it, so they can say that it meant something to them.

There are different layers to my argument that I don't want to type all down. But I'm just going to leave it at that.

So I haven't blogged for a bit.

It's hard to write a blog when people who I know are going to read this. And as hard as I try to keep it anonymous and entertaining to people from the far nethers of the world, I know I'm just wasting my time. I wanted to try and make this for myself, originally. But then it turned into entertainment it seems. I guess that's why I started a journal awhile ago so I can write down what I want to for myself, and not for other people. My journal started out whiney. Like, the first page is immediate whineyness and nothing else. But now I'm actually putting my thoughts about people and things which I think is really cool. I like having a blog and a journal, because blogging and keeping a journal are two halves to it. I hardly put down the same thing in my blog from my journal and vice versa....

...I totally just got distracted because five hot girls on msn started talking to me, and I'm not giving up an oppurtunity to talk to one, let alone five, hot girl(s). For some reason the word oppurtunity looks like it's spelled wrong. So because of those girls I forgot what I was trying to say, and I remember I was like one line away from rounding it up and finishing it off with the perfect line to put it all together. So now my blog looks like rubbish. Well I'm sure you'll all be dissapointed.

So I just realized that Kalin is in my math class and not Mitch. I'm going to let this moment of stupidity slide because Mitch was in my English the period before and I noticed that he had the same kind of haircut as Kalin. I'm an idiot.