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Ok, so what you're saying is we should all go commit grand larceny? You got it

If your fathers attitude has to do with you skydiving, you're correct, he is acting quite childish. Follow through with your plans. What would staying there and facing your dad accomplish? It sounds like he is not ready to accept your skydiving, and probably wont be for a while. So all you would be doing I think is depriving yourself of a good time. Go have fun And don't worry about your dad (as if you are gonna be able to heed that advice, I know...) he will come around eventually. Just make sure he knows that you love him and want still want to be a part of his life

When I first started jumping, and whenever I start jumping after a bit of a layoff, my ears tend to be...not so much plugged...just weird for the rest of the day. Like, they will pop and repressurise when I talk or eat or do anything really. But after a while of regular jumping I hardly notice it at all

I just took that test, got the same score I'm almost as pure as I am dateable

How am I more pure than Vanilla!!! 63%

I could legpress 900lbs at one time. I was once a damn good Tuba player. Would have placed 1st in state if I hadn't had other more important plans on that day. My "competition" in class got it instead

You do know they start teaching this stuff in school in like, 4-6th grade right? It's funny, I don't ever remember not knowing how sex worked. Ever since I can remember, I've known the basics...

I had a friend in 5th grade, he told me alllll about it at an early age

I found a few letters that my grandma had written to me before she developed Dementia. I don't remember her before she was the way she is today. But these letters prove to me that she was once whole I have also found that I was a horrible artist. Which explains my lack of artistic ability today

Bwahaha, I was like the Beaver! My Letter to Santa! 12-15-93 Dear Santa, I would like to tell you what I would like for christmas. I would like other people to be loved and cared about because of people who can't get along with eachother. Also please don't let your Elves work to hard. Love, Joshua P.S. Please let me hear you come in so I can come up to see you. I really believe in you Santa I really really do! I hope you have a very very safe flight and have a nice long sleep and have sweet dreams! I love you Santa!

I just remembered...my mom never let me go to Joys house. I wonder why..

Disturbing isn't it? Hey, at least I was a good responsible little boy and said no Maybe all little boys have as good a head on their shoulders? Damnit...

I found a little pamphlet, it says things like "I feel Proud Because" or "The best thing about 2nd grade is" and you just fill in the blank. One of the entries is: I used to think, but now I believe: I used to believe I could fly if I wished I could. But now I know it wont come true. That's fkn awesome cause now I do fly

Ok so here's the deal. On my way home from Canada, I stopped by my moms place to pick up all my old stuff from way back when I lived with her. All my school stuff and whatnot. I found some of my old journals...most of it is pretty boring to an outsider, "Today we went to music, it was fun. Then we had recess, I played tetherball, it was fun..." blah blah blah... But smack in the middle of one of the journals were these entries. These are the day before, and the day I turned 10 years old. I'm still looking through all this crap for some interesting stuff, there's a coupel hundred pounds of crap to sort through But yeah, I had to post this. When I read it, I felt a lot of things. Pride, embarrasment, stupidity, astonishment...list goes on. I figured someone out there would get a kick out of it. I'm gonna get razzed about saying "no"...., and applauded for it also. This is not the kind of mindset I imagine 10 year olds to have...wow. If I find anymore interesting entries I'll go ahead and post them ------------------------------------------------------------ Josh's Love Journal Tuesday Dec 6, 1994 Dear Journal, I know it's been a long time since I've written to you, I'm sorry. Last year was great, I had the best teacher ever! This year I'm in love land! First I loved Kati rene McMenamin now it is Joy Rowe, I bought her a necklace and earings for her, but Dominic broke the pin on an earing so now I have to buy her a new pair but anyway, Joy gave me a piece of paper of questions like do you love me and do you want to kiss me, all those kinds of questions I said "yes" on, but the one before the last said, "Do you want to take your clothes off and have sex with me" and I said, "no" and she asked me why and I said "because I'm not old enough" and she said "if you were would you" and I said "maybe" and she said "the answer has to be yes or no" so I picked yes! About a month ago a boy named Larry had a monkey on his desk so, since paul and I don't like larry, we almost cut it's arm off but it was really Joys so I'm going to buy her a new one. Wednsday Dec 7, 1994 I'm back! Today was great, Joy talked to me, she played with me and even was my buddy in the computer lab, I know I'm being a little over exited but yesterday and the day before that she wouldn't talk to me, play with me or anything with me, because of the moneky. But today was much better, because I've let another persons anger off my shoulders, in library yesterday Joy gave me a love like smile and it made me feel so weird, it felt like I was underessed in front of her, right down to bare skin. I asked her if she likes the necklace I gave her and she said "yes" and is going to show it to her mom! -----------------------------------------------------------

This is the 4th time I've made the drive straight through, it's not a problem. I didn't even begin to feel fatigued until I got to Kennewick which is about 3 hours or so from home. And by that time the sun was starting to come up, and I consumed my second Monster. I'll be up for the rest of the day too.

I've been here in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan visiting my sister for the past month. It's time to go home, a 21 hour drive at least, to Portland, OR. I guess there is snow in the mountain passes in Montana, so that'll be fun... I'll be driving straight through, stopping only for gas and maybe a bite to eat. Many redbulls will be consumed See ya all on the other side

I just had a really good long talk with a new friend over msn messenger. We talked about pretty much everything that matters. I haven't actually talked with someone like that in I don't know how long. I feel pretty damn good. I would recommend everyone to have a nice long meaningfull talk with someone. A new friend, and old friend, a family member, whoever. It feels good

Wow. I would probably die of hunger and starvation, and of the elements before I even began to learn the language

From what you experienced, would you recommend it? Would you buy it if you were planning on using the language?

Anyone? Bueller?

Ok so does anyone know a decent computer based program to learn French? I was thinking about this one http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=3672016857&category=41867&sspagename=STRK%3AMEBWA%3AIT&rd=1 But after looking at the reviews on Amazon, I dunno...

Hey, I haven't recieved any hits on my list yet. What's up with that?

Actually, if I remember the commentary on Cutaway correctly, Dennis Rodman never actually jumped. He was too scared

Awesome, I'm really really glad you decided to do the slimfast thing. You would have had a helluva time working out with no energy to use. You probably would have ended up passing out. Remember, food is your best friend. Just remember to give your friend some space and he will treat you right

My sophomore and junior years in highschool I took Spanish. I did pretty well, but I wasn't interested in continuing the class. Now I'm trying to learn french but can't really take a class at the moment. But I'm using the skills from learning spanish to learn french! I figured out the conjugations for verbs using an online translator, so I'm gonna make a bunch of flashcards for common verbs and stuff. This is freakin' awesome. I might be able to teach myself a new language with minimal assistance