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My name is Morgan and I'm going to be 18 this year. I live in Portage, PA, a dismal drug town. I'm a vegetarian, animal lover, and an athlete. I play volleyball and run distance in track. Plan on attending community college for my general studies and attending Mount Aloysius to study Criminal Justice/Forensic Accounting and hopefully go into the FBI or CIA.
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From The Management
...written on 2004-02-14, @ 3:48 p.m.
It’s been awhile but even though there have been things to talk about, I just haven’t had the will to pop back up and say hello to the world…a lot has happen to people around me. I had a paranoid session with myself just yesterday…
Last Sunday, my Aunt, Kim, one of her friends, Bill had his arm cut off at the shoulder by a snow blower. (I’m never going near one again) and on the same day, one of the guys she worked with committed suicide by hanging himself. She’s had a lot going on…its ridiculous! Than, on Tuesday, Grandmonster’s friend, June, was down in North Carolina visiting her ailing father (dying from Cancer). Her house exploded. Apparently there was gas leaking in the house and pop! There goes the house. Everything was destroyed…the woman has gone through so much and now she had one more thing to deal with. Her husband left her, her father is dying, and her house explodes. Holy hell! I’m not complaining as much anymore about my life because well, I haven’t gone through anything like what she’s gone through. In fact, though I do hate my mother because…well apparently she does hate me as well, I can’t say anything else about it. There is nothing to complain about! I have a good life.
Anyway…about that paranoid session I had yesterday…as I was walking home, I started getting more thoughts on my impending death. It wasn’t pretty thinking at all. I became paranoid that someone would come and take me and kill me, or I fell on the ice and cracked my head open or a pencil would go through my eye socket and into my brain. I can’t get these out of my head! I’ve tried happy thoughts but those never work out, it goes straight back to the morbid thinking. I hope there is nothing wrong with me.
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I’ve been reading about how Bush released his records from when he was in the Texas National Air Guard and how he wanted to convince the world that he didn’t go AWOL while still in service. Liar, liar…what a poop head. If he’s thinking he can woo us with his “trust worthiness” and his “I am always truthful” skills, I’ll just puke into a bird’s mouth and it can eat my spaghetti dinner. Bush wanted to invade Iraq to get his oil before the whole 9/11 incident and I’m guessing it made his chances of getting into Iraq smooth sailing and to lie about it, saying that Saddam Hussein had Weapons of Mass Destruction made everything explode! Thousands of people dead, more injured or dying…all because of oil. What’s the world coming to? Thanks Bush! The world is over-populated anyway! *Sarcasm kids! *
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I was thinking about starting a book review. I don’t know yet, I still haven’t had a review yet and I feel like I don’t have enough in my diary. I’ll go and find other ideas now since it’s usual to find others who are smarter than me when it comes to extras.
*Chow!*
-The Management