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Welcome to Amanda's half-assed page. The net nodule of negativity.
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Well, since your here, you might as well just get brainwashed and read on!
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Howdy, complete stranger! You have stumbled upon my homepage: a rich melange of sight and sound, word and image, ultimately reduced to soulless, impersonal code. I have wrestled with my inner demons and endured the pain of self-revelation so that you may be entertained. Van Gogh had his paint, Rodin his clay; I have the icy coldness of the Internet. Excuse me, I have to go smell a crayon. This page is part of the Genius-In-Waiting Webring.
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You want more brainwashed? Sigh, continue on if you must.
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I love to see the first bloom of a wild rose, to smell the salt spray of an ocean breeze, to hear the laughter of little children at play, oh no, wait, that's someobody else. I'm winner of three gold medals in archery, suburban mom of 6 adorable tykes, and collector of Colonial American pie safes. For all you know. After all,this is the Internet,a virtual world that breaks down the distinction between fact and near-psychotic fabrication.Although I supposed you could check up on that Olympic thing.
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Hobbies.Because I am not one-dimensional. I am two-dimensional.
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Less Than Jake is one of the bands that I waste away the hours listening to. I am mostly a fan of ska and punk, and I occasionally like a little bit of alternative. So I guess I will listen to pretty much anything BUT country music. Nothing bugs me more than some guy whining about how he accidentally ran over his dog and in the process put a dent in his new pickup truck. Um, Skateboarding is cool and stuff. I guess that's it? Heh, aren't I interesting?!
~Forgetting how to play the flute.
~Cleaning my glasses with my sleeve.
~Harboring resentment.
~Gene splicing.
~Jacks.
~Dancing the Minuet.
~Counting Cracks in the Ceiling.
~Channeling Rasputin.
~Collecting and Intimidating Butterflies.
~Raising Irish Wolfhounds, then putting them down again..
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