The easyest way to put it is that the perverbial shit has just hit the fan.

Though oddly enough, no fecal matter was actualy present (other than the normal ammount in the bowls of the people involved)...not to mention that the only fan involved happend to be an innocent celing fan (that was only a passive observer). I hope this helps clear things up a bit.

Or, to say it in more specific terms, a confrontation finaly occured. It was bound to happen, and due to the events, had to happen eventualy. It may help things, or it may break them. It's realy hard to tell at this point. (Danm I wish this keyboard was more clickey)

The foren exchange student is the main girl in question. She has been upto some 'interesting' activitys as of late (and early (but more so late (though not entierly))). I knew it was going to happen last night, thought about being there, but it would have only helped to alianate me, and would only be a hit to my usefullness in the situation.

My little sister, and one of her friends had a 'little' talk with her. From what my sister said, it was a poinless endevour (in her opinion).

The exchange student seemed rather bothered when I stoped by for other totaly diffrent reasons. She was very sad, and trying not to show it. Not only sad, but a bit scared too. Hideing it under a fisaud of being tired (when will people realize that they can't hide thier true emotionl states from somebody who can see right through all but the best fisaud).

Not at all talkative, and rather unresponsive, she quietly blowdried her hair, then stormed downstairs, wandering around a bit, then finaly sitting down to have a smoke. During that time, she picked up the phone to call somebody (it was local (I can't make out the number by the DTMF (I'm not that good)). The only reason I know it was local, is because of the number of digits dialed. Well, it rang many times (nobody answered). Giving up, she hung up the phone. During the time she was waiting desperatly for an answer, she clung tight to the phone as if it was her only salvation/friend (couldn't tell witch). After giving up on whomever she happend to be calling, her eyes darted around the room like some sort of preditor was after her.

The only words spoken during this entire scene, where that of anger (the words themselves are not inportant) Also, as a note, anger is often used to mask other feelings. Quite often used to mask other feelings, ususaly fear, or sadness.

Maby things will get better, maby not, who knows.

At least I don't actualy have to deal with it on a daily basis. That would be hell, but...it would be simpler in some ways. I'd have more say in what is done, be in more of a position to actualy deal with it.

She might just decide that she doesn't like the USA as much as she thought she did when she decided to come here (it's not that great of a place anyway). When she got here, she asked me about it...I gave her my honest opinion...I think she was realy suprized. I got the impression that she thought it was some sort of place that has streets paved in gold and such (meant figuretivly (course, you know that)).

More, I want more, more, I want more. ---Part of a song I happend to be listening to, and typed in for no apparent reason

they say they will take you anywhere but there, belive the words we have wispered, where truth is a luxury they can't afford to find...scapegoats, looking for a hunt, thier is someone else for you to blame, thier is someone else for you to blame. backed into a corner, he baracaded his life, fastens all the shutters every night. This island is big enough for every castaway, but most of us are looking for someone else to blame. Scapegoats, looking for a hunt, scapegoats. Thier is someone else for you to blame, thier is someone else for you to blame, thier is someone else for you to blame, thier is someone else for you to blame. thier is someone else for you to blame, thier is someone else for you to blame, thier is someone else for you to blame, thier is someone else for you to blame, thier is someone else for you to blame, thier is someone else for you to blame, thier is someone else for you to blame, thier is someone else for you to blame, thier is someone else for you to blame, thier is someone else for you to blame, thier is someone else for you to blame, thier is someonel else for you to blame ---another song

Well, it seems that at this point I'm doing more work as a voice to text machine that anything else (hey, it happens)...maby I'll continue ;)

What's realy cool, is the battery life in my walkman! I've not changed batterys for months, and I listen to it on a regular basis. I'm realy impressed. The 'coolest' walkman I ever had only lasted about 8 hours. But, this one has like no features other than play. My cool one had everything, including auto-reverse.

goodbye to the summer, down the river, I'm happy ever after, where did you ever, did you ever reach for the good times baby, the same old joke, and it's not funny. Out with the old, chained to the new. Do you suffer from lonesome memory loss, I don't remember, do you suffer from lonesome memory loss...I don't remember. you sing the same old verse, stick like glue for better or worse, what goes around comes around, can it catch your heart...head to head, out with the old, cheated by the new, do you suffer from lonesome memory loss, I don't remember, do you suffer from lonesome memory loss, I don't remember. do you suffer from lonesome memory loss, I don't remember, do you suffer from lonesome memory loss, I don't remember, do you suffer from lonesome memory loss, I don't rember. ---yet another ;)

What about free speach?!

But, that's not the point

first ya bend yer knews, down the dark streets, in back wather needs, I see you comeing, you burn burn burn, what you see is what you get, it's a trickedl down theroy, and its comeing to me. it's a sinking ship, drip drip drip, goes the watter, take me in, throw me out, put me up, let me down. Dark satanic, run of the mill, sing us a song, and I'll send you the bill when nicotine grip, my smokeing gun, run run run, you fractured nerves are about to spout, you can't smell a rat when you nose is out, kiss an old flame, shame shame shame, drip drip drip goes the watter. Take me in, throw me out, put me up, let me down. ---need you ask

But, what realy is the point? I have no clue

Give me time

Just a bit anyway

I may actualy need it

Though who actualy knows

Maby I should format my page for an apple II

I've thought very highly of it lately

IT WOULD LOOK SOMETHING LIKE THIS

SINCE AN APPLE II DOESN'T DO LOWERCASE

THOUGH, THIER ARE PROBABLY NOT THAT MANY APPLE II'S ON THE INTERNET IN THIS DAY AND AGE...SO I'LL STOP

Got the parts truck sold

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