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Sunday, October 10, 2004Y
*thump thump THUMP*

Watched Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights while eating Jamaican takeout food. Mmm... food was awesome, and the movie was *asSumes blAck guRl sLanG* off da hOook y'all! And I am so hoping to get the soundtrack. Hehee. Isn't God awesome? He created all these different types of cultures, races, religions... and they're all so fascinating, so different! *bLink2* =) And no, I'm not being sarcastic. For real! My sis bought the Donkey Conga game, and it's so fun! It's a Game Cube game, but you use the set of conga drums that works like the console, only so much cuter and fun! Fun, fun, fun! *bIg gRin* It's kinda like the dancing game, you follow the songs and how they want the beats and stuff, and we were all like, having a ball with it when someone knocked on our door. We stared at each other for a while. We didn't buzz anybody up, did we? It was our resident manager that lived right below us. She thought we were playing some ball game or something. *aRranGe fAce tO lOok oF diSbeLief* Was it that loud? We're so sorry, we totally didn't mean it, especially since you force feed us with noisy hip hop and techno beats every other evening... But we continued playing. Bleh. Hehee. Just added a pillow underneath it. Can't say we didn't try. I'm thinking of selling my slow-poke of a laptop and get a new one. Any takers? Hehee.

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