Arch-Angel

It's because the original beginning/ending of the song is awkward for the radio, so they probably repeat the chorus, stretch out the background music a little, and BOOM! Next thing you know, an ad to turn in cash for gold. ~AA

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Misread the title, thought it said something along the lines of... ~AA

I'M NOT WRITING THIS ENTIRE THING IN CAPS. Shut up, and stop being nervous. It works, trust me. ~AA

There are sets smaller than that being sold in Brazil for eighty reals. ~AA

IF IT IS, I'M REDEEMING MY WEIGHTWATCHER POINTS. ~AA

NOTE: Suggestions of 'Song of the Day' are much obliged, so if you have a song thats clean or mostly clean of swears and/or profanity (rap/Hip-Hop/R&B allowed of course), than PM it, and it might become 'Song of the Day'. INCLUDE WHY YOU THINK IT SHOULD BE SotD. One of the coolest, yet somehow peaceful sounding songs I've heard from a remix DJ(?). The lyrics have been questioned as to accuracy, since because of the high and low notes used it the super use of auto-tune, it's really hard to understand the lyrics. Regardless. ArchAngel by Burial ~AA

I swear, there's an Alaskan member who read this, saw the response about "aboot" and is probably twitting his thumbs right now. I think "aboot" originated from the Mounties back in the way day. Could've been. Likely it's a dying dialect. So I propose we get it back, like Pirate Talk. "Aboot Day" ~AA

Try some of my amigas in Windsor, Ontario. ~AA

Yesterday, after a lovely day at school (by lovely, I mean it was about as graceful as a gazelle stomping on a baby lion for revenge)... He had it coming, trust me. My mother left work early and we went to an orthopedic surgeon to diagnose if my ankle needed surgery or not, or whatever he could do to it. So, after poking my foot in 14 places as if he was a pressure point master working his voodoo on my appendage, he wrote a form for me to take an X-ray on my foot. We head over to radiology and get the X-ray, come back, and found that the condition has become a little worse than expected. It's a ligament tear, but also with bruising of the bone and surrounding tissue. He gave me a boot to secure my foot in and told me to get crutches and to completely immobilize my foot for six weeks when we'll look at it and pray that I won't need a cast. The things is, crutches basically immobilize me. If that was the case, I would've broke my left leg to balance it out and get a wheelchair. I knew exactly where to go if ever the motivation. So, until the 13th of December or so, I'm pole-vaulting every step I want to make. The only benefit of this all is the thought that I'll be in walking condition soon enough. Really, this effects everything from my grades to my acting. I can't cross STAGE LEFT to STAGE RIGHT in character. Nor can I walk to the store to grab food after school. Or walk to Barnes and Nobles, get coffee and snack'ems, read books, write essays and lab reports, get into a depressed mood, and write really bad poetry. I mean, even my bad writing is taking a hit from this! Come on! This isn't fair now! I can't think of any good writer who had a disability! Not a soul! Aside from that, I spent today just simply trying harder. AHAHA, I'M JUST KIDDING, I NEVER COMPLAINED MORE IN A DAY IN MY ENTIRE LIFE! You see, what happened before getting the crutches was a class called Exercise Physiology. Physiology, but with exercise as labs. So because we need to sign a contract saying we consent to their exercise labs, no matter how painful, we had to do bicep curls. Until we couldn't anymore. 5 times. I'm not this guy, but I just saw Batman & Robin, so I know that I'm a better actor than him. So my arms are having a hard time even extending fully, let alone lift anything. Including my 210-pound frame. SO WHERE'S MY FREAKIN' WHEELCHAIR?! Right now, I'm limited to a pair of crutches and a boot. Which is why I titled this entry "Canadians". Get it? A boot? Aboot? Canadians? From Canadia? Better than Alaska, though. Alaska: Canada's Canada ~AA

I was expecting the first two comment, no more than that. =P But I'm already working on the next entry. ~AA

That's all cool. All good things come to an end. And thanks for the complement, Onyx. Congrats on the promotion, Chan. One question: Who's changed their names recently? I wanna catch up with a lot of members. A couple names tossed up would be awesome. ~AA

Seriously, fill me in. I'll give you an update. Grade: Senior (stayed back my sophomore year) Relationship Status: In a Relationship Since June. Her name is Maegin (pronounced Megan). She knows you all. She reads this blog. She knows what kind of people you are. I've had a lot of time to rest, think, be myself, learn about myself, be a ##### to myself and those around me, and all have an excuse as to why I have that right. I've become what monks called enlightened. I found my true, inner disliking to large groups of political parties and people entirely. You see, back last year in August, I fell and twisted my ankle. Or I thought I twisted my ankle. I was trying to perform a 540 kick, but I stopped midway in fear of how awesome it might be and the consequences that would follow. I saw that, because of the fact this kick was going to be so cool, I could disturb the very reality of the world I live in. It would cause earthquakes, erupt volcanoes, create tsunamis, drop the stocks, stop the production of water bottles. COMPLETE AND UTTER CHAOS. Because I prevented your death, no good deed goes unpunished. I received a small tear in an ankle ligament on my right leg. For the last year, I've been walking on it, avoiding running unless extremely necessary (we won't talk about those moments) and limping. A lot. Mostly all the time. Apparently I have whats called a 'High Pain Threshold', so being in the middle of a financial crisis, I didn't sway anything. I had no health insurance. I had no money. We were living in someone else's house, and we did for nearly a year. It was one of the lowest points of my life money-wise. But we got back on our feet, my mother found a job, and so did I. When you hit rock bottom, the only way you can go is up (or continue being in rock bottom, but that is dark and spooky). I couldn't really connect with the people there. Now we live in an apartment complex again, tight space, but we've made it home. And we're happier. We aren't out of the blue quite yet, though. MassHealth is annoying. Got a doctor's appointment tomorrow, if you want great news! But I didn't tell you the cool part though. I went to London, England and Edinburgh, Scotland! In London, I picked up a new best friend. His name is Tiny Tim. Spirited, young, tough as steel. Because he is an adjustable walking cane. You see, because of all the walking we did in London, my ankle was ready to give. I couldn't stand it at that point. We walked 15 miles of London, with hardly any rest. It was torturous. We stopped by a row of ATMs, and our director Donna told us this will be our one time to take out cash before going to Camden Street (if you know Camden Street and you're a tourist-y tourist, you'd want money). Because I believe in a large, spiritual being who looks at me occasionally and kindly thinks, "Hm. Sure, I give him a bone", there was a pharmacy across from the ATMs. There, Tiny Tim and I were united. Pictured: Sexy Since London and Scotland, though, because of the aggravation, the pain hasn't ceased. It's gotten only worse. The cane became permanent overseas. I walk in school with it, I walk to places, I go to Starbucks together with it, I fight crime and beat the innocent (to make up for fighting crime), and at the same time, I dislike it. It's annoying not having two hands ready and available when you walk and stop and have to manage the cane you now have to hang on your pocket to do stuff and whatnot. But just because I got a cane doesn't mean I can't enjoy it. The flames makes me go faster. So, that's what's up with me. What have I missed? ~AA

*comes out of coffin* Now that's just mean! I come in here expecting a ventalation of sorrow, anger, and happiness, and all I get is "I just can't blog about it. "?! YOU. ARE. SICKENING. ~AA

Express Lane For Death Penalty: America's Last Frontier ~AA

THE NEXT TARGET. ~AA

NOTE: Suggestions of 'Song of the Day' are much obliged, so if you have a song thats clean or mostly clean of swears and/or profanity (rap/Hip-Hop/R&B allowed of course), than PM it, and it might become 'Song of the Day'. INCLUDE WHY YOU THINK IT SHOULD BE SotD. I loved her singing voice in Happy Feet, so in memory of the beloved actress... Boogie Wonderland by Earth, Wind, &ire (Happy Feet Version) ~AA

I'm a lowercase typing New Englander and we're all gonna dieeeeeee. well, says the weather on Fox. ~AA

See you on the Barnes & Nobles shelves. ~AA

*breaks 4th wall* Hey Takuma, what's up? ~AA

Aho: *gentle slap* JG: The problem with what happened a few months back was that the server went down the day after I came back. OH JOY. Rocky: You couldn't do that back whewn I was here every day. ~AA

The hardest part of a Zombie Apocalype is pretending I'm not excited. ~AA