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i'm a good wittle webmaster! i moved and updated mischievous person, as well as the elforium links section.

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this internet situation is getting pathetic. the only reason i'm online now is because 1) my dad left his alamrm clock on, so i got up earlier than i would have, to turn it off, and 2) he was downloading, and left the internet on. so here i am.
and now, i have nothing to say... i'm just gonna take my letters to max and post a few things form them. okay.

There’s a kid at my school named Max. He is not tall, nor blond, nor pale-eyed, and I’ve never seen him walk backwards in an eerily natural way, or bend himself in any unusual manner. He’s clever, true, but not mad-crazy-Invader-Zim-on-crack clever. In fact, the only thing he has in common with Max is the name.
But I’ve surgically attached myself to him. Whenever I see him, I smother him in love. And, the other day (Oh, the shame!) I bit his nose. I feel like such a whore…
But, you see, the point is that I am so desperate for Max, I’ll even take a cheap substitute.

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I suppose it’s one of those things you should accept when you reach puberty, except no one warns you about it, so you don’t know you have to be prepared for it. You go through childhood with your friends, feeing suspicion and distrust of the opposite sex. You assume it’ll stay that way forever.
Then the grown-ups tell you “No, you’ll soon start to like boys/girls, you’ll see.” And you’re thinking that’ll never happen, and then it does.
But you were warned, right? It’s at least sort of okay because of that. But what they never tell you about is that your bestest best friends are going just as crazy as you are. No one ever tells you that, given the choice between your lover and your best friend, you’d pick your lover. And no one tells you that your best friend would do the same.
It sort of hit me, one day, when Mehaik asked me that. “Who would you choose?” And I felt so guilty to know it wasn’t her. But, I’m not some horrible human being. She’d take J over me, and Irene would take Mike, and you’d take Mina. And life goes on, same as always.
Which is why I’m glad I’m on good terms with J, Mike, and Mina.

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A Ukrainian boy in my physics class made a very wise observation today:
His name is Max (Damn, I never realized how many of them there are...) and he participates at a certain RPG at U of T. The idea of this is to at once role-play, ad practice sword-fighting, and all the other wonderful medieval stuff that does with that. He has thus fashioned several items of chain-mail clothing for himself, and Miranda and I’ve carefully the studied the structure of said clothing. We both decided that we should create our own chain-mail items.
While waiting for the bell at the end of the day to ring, Miranda and I were contemplating just what we would like to make. I’m not sure who came up with the idea of a bra. Then Ukrainian Max made his wise observation: “Man, these girls are kinky!”
I’m not sure who it was that then suggested he could make such bras for us, but he would have to “measure us.”

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i'd like to appologize to max for using the letters as a source for blogging. but i love my wittle bloggy-pooh! and thus, i feel the need to update it, even if the source for the update meks me a horrible person. pooh that.