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»LOVES the condensed version: Battle Royale, Starcrash, Mystery Science Theatre 3000. Masanobu Ando, the entire male population of the Sohmas, my friends, Frisbee, the beach, writing letters, Ken’s interpretive dance, road trips, Ben and Jerry’s Ice Cream (One Sweet Whirled, Phish Food, Karamel Sutra and Peanut Butter Cup), Maroon 5, Less than Jake. I love CTY, and I love the Passion Fruit.

»HATES Precisely how much saturated fat Ben and Jerry’s has, that drained ‘I could sleep for a week’ feeling I get after a road-trip, math, radio, radio talk-show hosts, my dork older brother’s girlfriend, being cold, when I get all emotional because I’m on my period, being led on, Avril Lavigne, when I can’t read my writing, braces, and when my face breaks out because I’ve been switching water sources numerous times over a short period of time.

More from the “Life Sucks” department:
3:14 p.m. - 2004-11-14

I have taken a new, active interest in my life: my finances. I have decided to go hunting for a job, for, as many people before me have realized, it’s not cool to mooch off your ‘rents for your entire high school career and even into college. I would like to mention that I am the first Russo child to realize this at the tender age of 16. My sister realized it two summers ago and got a job at Billy’s Ritz. My brother has yet to realize this. I plan on throwing him a “Congratulations, Retard!” party once he does. You are all, of course, invited.
But I digress.
There has never been a more perfect job for me, other than ‘talk-to-people-about-my-life’-er or ‘writer-with-no-deadlines-or-restrictions’ than a worker at Blockbuster. For Christ’s sake, I live less than a mile from their store! I could walk to work, therefore making myself healthy and conserving gas, which is a good thing, considering my car only takes premium, mid-grade if I’m cheap (which I perpetually am), and two bucks a gallon is not cool at all. I’m a Pop Culture Whore, and I practically live at that store, since I lack cable, and I have to get my fix somehow. Thanks to my scary, scary mother, I know all the inner workings of the Blockbuster industry. All the people at the store know me, since I spend a lot of time there. My friend Tara works there. I can be good with people if I choose. The meanest, worst customer I’d have to deal with is my own mother. And I’ve been dealing with her since the day I was born. Best of all, Blockbuster is hiring.
But if it was all rainbows and butterflies, the title wouldn’t be “More from the ‘Life Sucks’ department,” now would it?
Blockbuster only hires 17-and-up-year-olds.
I HATE MY LIFE.
*head*
*hit*
*keyboard*
Maybe later I’ll write a little piece on how the OC unites all classes and creeds in our school. But right now I’m going to sit in my room and sulk.

*sulk*

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This is- Me, as near as I can figure it, anyway. You may call me Lane. This little bit of the web is mine. I’m a pirate. I’m pretty short (5’3’’), with blue eyes, glasses and hair that changes color quite a bit. Currently it’s a color I like calling Bubblegum Heroin, but Strawberry Cheesecake works too. I play 4th and sometimes 5th bass in marching band, I’ve got two older siblings, and my feet are extra-tiny. The rest you can figure out on your own.