| 02:36am 10/06/2004 | ||||
I haven't posted in this thing in fucking...forever. I'm at Melissa's house and it wasn't very much fun. Venni and Maddy and some girl who probably hates me named Erika are all here. I came over around 10 and I've...just about been on her computer ever since. Antisocial, no? I just suck. Plus I have to work at 11. Someone fucking come visit me at Dairy Queen, or I might cry. =\ |
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shitty| *ahem* | ||||
| 08:43pm 11/03/2004 | ||||
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tired| I guess that's what happens when you get to Hogwarts. | ||||
| 08:10pm 10/03/2004 | ||||
Sooooo..Uhh...Yeah. I went to the doctor today and I eh... have ADD. Big surprise. Now I have to take Concerta...or something . Fuckin' woo. Uhhh. I'm really hyper and giddy right now. Today has been a very good day. Woo. My mom was acting all...normal-mother-like today it was very refreshing. Now I don't know what to say now. I've gotten sick of DeadJournal and I think I'm going back to LiveJournal. I get sick of things too easily -_- Well....I don't know. I'll write in this every now and then and I'll still read my friends page, but if you take me off your list...uhmm..good for you. *thumbs up* By the way, that Haste The Day show yesterday fucking sucked ass. |
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giddy| 10:14pm 02/03/2004 | ||||
Never eat less-than-half-cooked waffles. No matter how much syrup you dump on them, it will still taste like eggs. Just a friendly reminder. |
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nauseated| You did your best to demonize... | ||||
| 01:35pm 27/02/2004 | ||||
I told my dad that he should take me to the doctor (because my mom would fucking freak if I even mentioned that I thought I had it), but I think he's completely avoiding the situation. It would be best for all of us if he learned to try and face it. I mean...it wouldn't cost as much 'cause we have health insurance and all... Damnit. Well. The junior highs had a half day today, but it didn't feel at all like it. I hated today. I was so despondent and I wasn't listening to anyone. I never heard my name when it was called and everyone got discouraged with me. I hate it when I'm like this. Maybe I should stop. Tursh and I had to wash the guinea pig last night because she had lice again. We had to use this Nix stuff and it took over two hours to scrub and comb her over. It was fucking bullshit. As always, my mom was overreacting because she thought guinea pig lice was contagious to humans, though we explained to her several times that it's NOT. Basically, everything to her that was in a 5 foot radius was contaminated, as was everything we touched. Gahh. I'm so tired. The library is fucking dead and I'm the only underage person here I bet. There's...old and middle-aged people around me. It makes me nervous for some reason. I think I'm gonna go home now and clean my room like I was supposed to. Cheerio. |
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| Just burn away our lies... | ||||
| 10:03pm 23/02/2004 | ||||
I'm pretty sure I have Predominantly Inattentive ADHD. Fuckin' hell. I don't know whether to feel accomplished by my findings or what, but I'll feel really fucking stupid if it's not ADHD at all and it's all just in my head. I'll feel really fucking stupid. Oh yeah, I got a new screen name: Plush 50 Caliber. Wonderful, eh? Okay. That's about all I have to say, other than that Love Song by 311 is really pretty in my opinion. |
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| ((2)Stay and drown in me) |
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| And as the sun goes down, I cry myself to sleep... | ||||
| 07:14pm 21/02/2004 | ||||
Now that you are gone, I can let things crumble And though it seems that this was meant to be It's so hard to see and all I do is stumble The candles burn, but it's still too dark I have given up so it's not worth trying I'll face the truth when I think I can Try to understand what I love denying I'm only falling through the cracks I'm only losing my will to live I'm only broken and beaten down I'm only...I'm only I've got to go, this place is poison now Now that you are gone and your ghost ignores me I beg and plead with eternity But this fantasy I see abhors me The vision's gone during day and night Angels, devils prey on my weak condition And out of reach, there's a tiny light That could set things right if I could change position I'm only falling through the cracks I'm only losing my will to live I'm only broken and beaten down I'm only...I'm only If only the sun could spare this pain I would open up the doors and let him in And look into his eyes... Just burn away our lies Take you from my heart and from my soul I'm only falling through the cracks I'm only losing my will to live I'm only broken and beaten down I'm only...I'm only. You can take me off your Friends list if you read this entry...I don't really care. I don't even update like I used to. I don't know what's going on inside my tiny little brain. Everything's just...kind of falling apart. I don't know why. I don't know alot of things. |
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| ((8)Stay and drown in me) |
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| Pull the trigger and the nightmare stops... | |||
| 08:36pm 20/02/2004 | |||
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Damnit, I keep saying stupid things. I should stop talking altogether or else I might get myself shot. I'm supposed to be smart, but obviously, that isn't working. Sometimes I look at myself from a perspective point of view, and I think, "Wow. I'm really hopelessly stupid." It sucks. I wish I didn't. I'm so fucking bored and Katy hasn't called me yet. She needs to tell me when we can go to her dad's tomorrow. There's no one to talk to. Oh. Kyle just showed up. |
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| Fuckin' hell. | ||||
| 09:32pm 19/02/2004 | ||||
Everyone is so sad. Everyone gets depressed at the same time. I guess it kind of rubs off on me. Either that, or something is actually wrong and I don't know what on earth it is. Eh. I'll be good tomorrow morning...Just you watch. I always wake up with this burst of energy and optimism. I wish I was happy when I write my entries. I was so mad this morning, though. Annie and Twitch were despondent and teary-eyed, but I was hyper and giddy. Everyone who mattered was despondent with them. It felt like being a really warm object submerged in a glass of ice water. I don't know...I get really angry when people bother showing their faces when they're obviously depressed. They say to leave them be because they don't want to bring anyone down with them. Why not just...fucking...go in the bathroom and curl up in a stall? That's what I did when I was depressed beyond belief not too long ago. I guess I just don't like people getting undeserved and undue attention. I hate BuddyPic.com now. Fucking hate it. It's all a big pointless race for no reward. You just...temporarily get on the Top...list. I also don't like it because I posted something really stupid in the forums and I feel ashamed of it. ...Stupid assholes. I forgot yesterday's entry was happy. That's good. |
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melancholy| UH-OH, I DWOPPED MY WEEEEINERRR. | ||||
| 09:35pm 18/02/2004 | ||||
*ahem* Yep! I'm...unnecessarily happy for some strange and odd reason. I was very disappointed to see that Shannon got her braces fixed. We're still calling her Bar-Mouth regardless of anything. I stayed after for play practice with Twitch so I could come home with her and dye her hair after we got some dye from Meijer. One of the people wasn't there, so I filled in for her and from what the teacher said, I did a pretty good job. I should have fucking tried out, damnit! Ohhhh well, I'm still doing lights. Sooo...we went to Meijer with Ashley's mom and stuff, and it took a good 30 or so minutes to pick out a goddamn color. We went back and I dyed her hair, but it came out fuckin' orange. It was supposed to come out reddish brown, but what does the fucker do? Yeah, it turned orange. Twitch refused to even look at it after she saw the expression on my face when she came out of the bathroom. It was pretty sad, considering they spent $9 on the shiiiiat. I helped Tursh move shit in and out and around her room last night. It was kind of a sporatic decision on her part, but it was fun. Some old cup with a drink from Dairy Queen got opened and spilled on the floor and it reeked of fucking...rotten ass and...god, I don't even know. *shudders* There's all this shit and debris everywhere in the upstairs area and it smells quite...not-good. Uhhhh. Damnit, now I don't know what else. That was stupid and pointless of me, but we're playing Pirates of the Caribbean in orchestra, so it is okay! |
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| "Yeah, hey, I'd like a large medium pizza and some Mountain Girls..." | ||||
| 08:58pm 17/02/2004 | ||||
Okay, well, today was fucking grand until I asked my mom to put in the stupid fucking computer passwords. Something like a metal bar on Shannon's braces broke today, and she she had this small bar coming out of her mouth the whole day. I couldn't even look at her without bursting out laughing. She also had a copy of Moby Dick, and I drew all on the pictures. God. I've laughed so much today. It's been great. Until now. Damnit, I can't even fucking write about my happy bubbly day. I'm talking to Courtney and I just screamed at the top of my lungs, "GOD, I FUCKING HATE YOU." It wasn't directed towards her, though. It was directed towards my mother who is out walking the dog. Goddamnit, fuck you. GRRRR. All these people keep voting me a 1 on the BuddyPic.com thing, and it's making me really angry. I'm not a 1, am I? God, why do I care? FUCK YOU, ME. Oh yeah, and I broke up with my stupid boyfriend today. Actually, I made Taylor do it since (a)I don't go to Clay and he probably wouldn't have called me today any goddamn way and (b)I can't do things like that myself. I'm too...stupid. Okay, bye. |
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pissed off| I'm only falling through the cracks... | ||||
| 08:44pm 16/02/2004 | ||||
I feel like a whore. I put my picture on BuddyPic.com and so far, I'm a...*checks* 6.76. Ehh. I'm addicted to rating people now. If you want to see my wonderfully constructed...profile thing, you may do so by clicking here. Yeah. I was supposed to go to the Children's Museum with my mom today, but Staci couldn't come, so I didn't want to go alone with her. She wouldn't talk to me at all last night because she was so upset about it. I made myself pass out so much yesterday. I don't know the appeal of it. I know it kills brain cells quite rapidly (I think...I don't see why it wouldn't), but it's so weird when you wake up from it. Once I passed out for like 30 seconds and it was...fucking crazy. Like, you don't even feel real when you're waking up. I've never naturally passed out before, so...I have nothing to compare it to. Haha. Okay, I'm going to stop talking about passing out. Sooo..Taylor came over today and we walked basically the whole time and took random pictures around Carmel. Carmel sucks for random-picture-taking. I wish I lived in like...Pittsburgh or something. That place is the shit, dawg. So we were out walking the town for 3 or 4 hours and...I don't know, I ache. I want to see the pictures, but we haven't taken all of them yet. Taylor still has a roll of black and white film, but we didn't have a 35mm camera. Sad face. Rating people is so much fun! Ahhhh, why is it so fun!? It's so......not me like...Damnit, Amanda. |
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sore| GODDAMNIT, PIERCE! FUCK. | ||||
| 09:46pm 14/02/2004 | ||||
My boyfriend finally fucking called me after a goddamn week. He said he was addicted to a video game for the whole week and he didn't call anyone. What the fuck, man? Haha...I thought it was kind of funny...but...beh. So I went to the mall with Amanda and we had a very large blast. Wow...We did so much fucking stupid shit I can't even recall. Woooooo. We made ourselves pass out. Good jesus, that is so much fucking fun! I felt like I died. Yeah, that doesn't sound like much fun, but trust me. It was. :D Chahhh. I'm so hyper right now! My knuckles hurt from typing in this position, so I'm stopping this fiasco. <3!!!!!!!! |
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| 07:48pm 11/02/2004 | ||||
Haha, horrah for making things harder to read! |
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enthralled| There's nowhere left to fall, when you reach the bottom it's now or never. | ||||
| 07:16pm 11/02/2004 | ||||
Well, I predicted correctly about the dance. It made me really angry because most all they played was fucking hip-hop. Annie and I demanded that the DJ played "Swing, Swing", though. That's the only time I could consider the movement of my body as 'dancing.' Before that, I just kind of sat on the stars and watched people grinding and electric-sliding. Dancing=Evil/Not something I can do. It was like hell trying to get a ride home, though. After about 5 tries, Staci, Annie and I finally got a ride home with Kyyyle. Gah. Then Annie had to come home with me because Kyle couldn't drive her home and we had to wait for my dad to get home, but then she ended up getting a ride home from Beth's mom and it was crazy and aggravating. Welllll, my mom's gone and that makes me happy! I was all hyper an hour ago and it was fun. My dad was getting ready to leave to Kroger, and I jumped infront of him and started singing and dancing "Dancin' on the Rooftop." Heh. And I have Fiddler on the Roof songs stuck in my head. Good jesus, music and theater class has the most influence on the musical part of my brain! *shakes fist* Daaaamn you! I will remember these god-forsaken songs for the rest of my life. *ahem* Well, farewell! |
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| Hide it all away on a bathroom shelf, busted in the mirror by an image of yourself... | ||||
| 06:48pm 10/02/2004 | ||||
I had a craaazy-ass dream last night that I was Tursh, and I walked in the bathroom in the morning and saw me lying on the floor dead, and my arms were in puddles of blood all slashed up...and yeah. It was scary. The night before last, Tursh had a dream that I was pregnant and I was trying to give myself an abortion with a wire hanger. Fuckin' crazy. Annie and Staci got me a ticket to the Valentine's Day dance for tomorrow. Doubt that will be fun, but it was thoughtful and I love them. So uhm...Yeah. That's my plan for tomorrow. Dance. Oh yeah, and Twitch wasn't a bitch (Hah! That rhymes...XD) at all today, so kudos to her for that. I'm not even really clear on the meaning of "kudos." Fuck, I am tired. I feel like I'm drunk, but I am very sure that I'm not. Ehh. Maybe I should go take a nap. How can everyone else be so open in their journal and I can't? It's so weird...I can be perfectly open with a stranger in real life, but I can't be open in an online journal with (some) people I actually know. I'm fuckin'...I don't know. Sleep. |
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drained| Lost in a maze of games so very dark and overwhelming... | ||||
| 07:56pm 09/02/2004 | ||||
I don't understand why I keep going from being happy as a fly on shit to being...the shit. It's not that time of the month anymore. Ashley (AKA Twitch) has really really really been pissing me off beyond belief lately. She's such a fucking drama queen and it gets so goddamn annoying! She's always like Oooo, my life is terrible! My mom yelled at me last night and I had a mental breakdown! I love Kyle! Blahhh!! Today, we got our tests back in Algebra and I just barely passed, but she didn't. She was all like, "Oh my god! How did you get a better score than me?? I actually tried! Oh my god, my mom is going to kill me and ground me from the computer!" She even fails to see the completely and wholly ANNOYED look on my face and proceeds to ask me if she can move in with me. I told her that would be fine if she stopped complaining so fucking much. I thought she was going to call me today and complain to me about how she can't get on the computer and how her little Internet friends think she's dead and some shit, but thankfully, she didn't. I swear to you, if she complains to me tomorrow, I'm going to fucking blow up in her face. Then again, I also swore to you that I would stab those 7th graders...but I haven't even seen them. So nevermind. Hah...oooo...threatening Pants. That would be cool if I turned green and I grew bigger than my clothes whenever I got angry. I think I would permanently turn green, though. I've been way too angry lately. Someone needs to punch me in the face. Come to think of it, I think it would be awesome if someone punched me in the face. I've never had that happen to me...just someone coming up to me and decking me right across the cheek. I guess along with the anger, I've gotten all masochistic. Gahhh! I wish I could find something or someone to make me happy enough so I can quit torturing you with my stupidity! I'm sorry. I love you, friends. |
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| And here he did away with me... | ||||
| 12:06am 08/02/2004 | ||||
Am I the only person that says shoestring as apposed to shoelace? I sometimes get weird looks when I say shoestring. I think it's from having to listen to "I'm Dancin' on the Rooftop" countless times in music and theater class...I don't know. Crazy. Iiiiii'm dancin' on the rooftop, rooftop, rooftop Dancin' in my sneakers, heel and toe I'm swingin' from the treetop, treetop, treetop Swingin' by my shoestrings, watch me go... God, we even had to learn a dance for it. Anyway. Matt brought home these CDs he has to review for some college class, and he got this CD from this band called Hypnofugue. We were all hesitant to listen to it at first because it looked really unpromising, but they're actually really fucking awesome in my (and possibly his) opinion. They sound like some weird hybrid techo-goth-industrial Linkin Park or some shit. It's...awesome. We couldn't even figure out a genre, or even an offshoot of a genre to put them in. They're not popular at all, though. I think that's a sin. Sadly, I doubt any of you would like them. If you for some reason would like to give them a listen, then do it. I heard Do You Call My Name (by RA, of course) at Pacsun and it caught me very off guard. I didn't think I would ever hear RA anywhere besides my stereo... |
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blah| If only the sun would take me, if only the wind was on my side... | ||||
| 11:44pm 06/02/2004 | ||||
A broken back bone I want to hear you scream into your cell phone You're just a traitor, eleventh-grader A cyber sex addicted masturbator... Haha, RA is funny. I like them. Uhm...well, since you care so much, today was better in some aspects. I was still being somewhat mean to everyone because of leftover steam from yesterday, but oh well. I found out those little assholes weren't 7th-graders, they were 6th-graders. I didn't see them again. And I only stabbed the guy from my science class once today for no apparent reason. Matt finally came home today after like...a month! We went to Castleton until 9:30 and had ourselves a jolly ol' time. I finally fucking got the RA CD...obviously. The singer guy is all Egyptian. He looks Egyptian and his name is Sahaj, so I'm forced to come to that conclusion. He looks like Dave Novarro (sp?!) would if he was bald and Egyptian. ^_^ Mmhmm. And that was basically it. Sorry nothing interesting happened, but I'm a really fucking boring person. ...Horrah. |
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| Oh no, oh no...thinks aren't gonna change until we find a way to grow... | ||||
| 08:28pm 05/02/2004 | ||||
Haha, that sounds really bitchy. Oh fucking well. On Monday, these three dumb fuckers thought it would be cool to ditch wrestling practice and smoke pot in the bathroom. Inevitably, they got caught by Mr. Johnson. But honestly...why on god's green seas would you SMOKE POT IN THE FUCKING BATHROOM AT SCHOOL?! How could they have not realized the bathrooms lack windows or even a strong enough ventilation system that could get rid of the smell? I think two of them got off with a 10-day suspension and rehab, and the other one was slapped with an explusion. What's even worse is that two more got caught yesterday during B lunch in the same fucking bathroom. One of them was in my art class. He was playing with his money that morning and I snatched it from him and he was like, "GIVE IT BACK, I NEED THAT!" I asked him what for, and he told me it was for pot that he was going to get that day. I told him he was a stupid fucking asshole and that he was going to get caught, but he was being a cocky motherfucker about it and saying he was going to watch himself or some shit. *shakes head* So then rumors started flying left and right about having a lock-down and the police coming with drug-search dogs and examining everyone's locker. That, obviously, was a lie. All the teachers are being much more harsh with our "group". Ms. Cates came down to the chairs this morning and sat there watching us the whole time. Staci and Hannah and Casey are getting tested out of the blue, or so they say. So. Today. I was walking to science when these random little 7th-grade assholes come up behind me and somehow managed to smear butter in my hair. Butter. I didn't even fucking know them! I didn't really react, though. But I should have. I'm bringing a fork to school tomorrow, and if I see those little fuckers again, I'm stabbing them. I'm not even kidding you. I have the fork in my purse. When I got to science, the dick that sits next to me decided he wouldn't leave me alone and kept trying to take things off my purse and touching me in ways some people would call "sexual harassment." I told him to fucking stop, but apparently that wasn't working. So I stabbed him several times with my pencil and I think I made him bleed on the arm. Then he stopped. Then during lunch, I threw a can at Sean because he was being really annoying, and he threw it back and it hit me in the eye. So naturally, I started toward him and hit him a couple times, but he hit me back. Heh..then Cody handed me a plastic fork and I got him in the hand with that. It didn't help my mood at all. Then I had to carry Sean's lighter because he was sure he was going to get searched, and Amanda was too scared to hold it. I stayed after with Annie and Maria kind of randomly and we walked around aimlessly. We left our stuff in a bathroom stall while we walked, and we came back some 20 minutes later and it was all gone. We went searching for a janitor, but we decided to ask Mr. Martich where they could have put it. We found it with that assistant principal bastard and the assistant in the guidance office. It's a good thing I gave Sean his lighter back, because my purse was in my backpack and the fuckers searched through all our backpacks. Not just for identification, either. My purse was unzipped and he put everything back in the wrong compartment thing. God. I think I'm overreacting, but I'm still really angry. Today has not been a good day. I have the worst cussing habit ever. |
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irritated| D = <3 | ||||
| 09:43pm 28/01/2004 | ||||
..Yeah, that was stupid, but it's been bugging me all day. This site is so funny...These people are little penguins and they're all like, "WANNA SCORE?" Haha. Penguins. I've been getting alot of phone calls lately. Almost every time the phone rings, it's for me. It's really weird...It's usually Staci or Damian or Courtney or Twitch. Well..actually, that's it. *shrug* I'm on the phone 3/4 of the time I'm at home. I need to get out more. |
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| DIVIDE AND CONQUER! | ||||
| 03:38pm 27/01/2004 | ||||
Snow days are neat except for the fact that I'm blinded by the abundance of white when I look outside. |
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| 01:02am 25/01/2004 | ||||
 I adopted a cute lil' ninja fetus from Fetusmart! Hooray fetus! ........ Hahaha. I need sleep. |
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| Yeah, woo! | ||||
| 10:58pm 24/01/2004 | ||||
Oh yeah, Damian came over for a little while before the show so he could get a ride with Staci. I was very surprised my dad actually said yes to that. I have broken the ice! *arm pump* He was watching me put on my make-up and it was kind of creepy. He gasped when I started putting on my eyeliner, and I was like, "...You don't need to brace yourself, it's just eyeliner." I got my chest signed, too. By Staci and Casey and Damian. Haha. Woot! Then Melzie drove Staci and me home. I'm all hyper and happy right now! I don't know why...it was just zillions of fun. I saw that guy who was holding the guinea pig at Petsmart while it was dying, and I ran up to him and called him a morbid bastard. My head hurts. Hehe. Yay. Uhm...Yeah. I'm gonna stop writing nowww. |
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| ((8)Stay and drown in me) |
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| I feel like I'm talking to a decapitated horse. | ||||
| 01:57pm 24/01/2004 | ||||
I'm almost tempted to make my journal friends-only, but I don't think that would help or solve anything. Oh well. I haven't been feeling very inspired to write in my DeadJournal lately, but that doesn't really matter. I tried to make my background image lyric thing purple, but that didn't work at all because Adobe is a little ASSHOLE. Bah. Impatience sucks. Motherfucker, I keep getting sidetracked. So...Greg (my oldest brother, for all of you who don't know) kind of randomly showed up last night. I guess my mom knew about it, but he was going home from his best friend's wedding. It's so weird whenever I see him. He's fuckin'...21 now. He was talking about how he had a case of some kind of beer in his trunk. I remember when we were little and stuff. He's almost been gone for a year now. Weird shit, man. Life is so weird. That's okay, though, because I got the most comfortable-ass pillow at Wal-Mart yesterday for $3. I feel very accomplished. I was so fucking bored last night, but I didn't do anything. I just sat around and watched TV and ate buffalo wings. I'm very aggravated with a certain few people right now. You probably don't even know who you are. Unless you do. |
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| We'll have you dead pretty soon... | ||||
| 08:00pm 22/01/2004 | ||||
Uhm...I watched a cute little guinea pig die last night at Petsmart. Tursh and I went to go get some more treats for our guinea pig, and we were looking at the ones in the cage and stuff...and there was this really cute one that was all fuzzy. Well, we noticed that it was breathing all funny and its feet were blue, so we got this guy to come over. He said it had pneumonia and that it was going to die soon, anyway. So he was holding it and all...and it starting peeing on him, so he put it on the floor and it just laid on its side convulsing on the floor. I was like..freaking out. It died soon...and it was really sad. It made me cry and I threw up later on. I love little animals. And I don't like watching things die. =\ Before that, though, my violin broke again. We had to get a new one. I thought my mom was going to eat my face, but she was like, "Don't worry. It wasn't your fault. It was old and that was a weak spot, anyway." She got me a new one today while I was at play practice with Twitch. I like it alot...it sounds a whole shitload better than the other one. I think someone should take me to go see Phanton of the Opera. I really want to fucking see that. But word on the streets (Haha, Mrs. Bonner is the streets) is that they spend eight million dollars on costumes alone...so it would probably be as expensive as a first-class whore. So fuck that...someone just get me the soundtrack. Yeah. That's all I got. {edit:} JUST KIDDING! It's not all I got. COLD DIDN'T REALLY BREAK UP! That stupid fucking Amy Lee bitch got ahead of herself in saying the band was breaking up. But still...fuck her. I'm still boycotting them. 'Cause, ya know, it's going to make a HUGE FUCKING GAP in their earnings since I don't purchase any of their merchandise, anyway... Okay, NOW that's all I got. |
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weird| The stars fall on whenever I'm around you... | ||||
| 09:43pm 19/01/2004 | ||||
That being said, hello children. In all the years I've annually gone to the Children's Museum, that was the weirdest visit. Yep. Some guy with an eyebrow ring and a labret piercing that worked at the Pizza Hut there was following us around the food court. He gave his phone number on a piece of cardboard to my cousin (he went with us) when we weren't there to give to us. Creepy, eh? And while I was on one of the computers in the randomly-placed library in the museum, Staci and Taylor were getting some food. Some random guy in a red hoodie with blonde curly hair came up to me and asked if they were my friends. I replied yes...because they are. And then he proceeded to ask me what "the one in the black hoodie's name was." (That was Taylor) Then he got up and walked off. I told Taylor about it later, and she said she didn't know who he was. Ehh. So...we had stalkers. Fuck, I gotta go. Well, I'll tell the rest of the story tomorrow. It's really not all that interesting, but eh.... *CLIFFHANGERRRRR* |
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| Yesss. | ||||
| 02:09pm 19/01/2004 | ||||
"Library and museum staff can and will monitor Internet communcation and viewing. Viewing of inappropriate material will result in IMMEDIATE DISMISSAL from this library." Haha. Way to not stand by your rule. I think it's funny how I'm writing in my DeadJournal...from the Children's Museum. You all should try it; it's an exciting experience. I went to the Haste the Day show on Saturday night and it was fun for the most part. I got all...stupidly depressed again for some reason, but then I started moshing. One of the lenses on my glasses came out so I couldn't wear them before the first band was even over. I had to reconize the pattern on everyone's shirt or whatever. Grr. Staci's making me get off. STUPID STACI. I miss Cold. :( |
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| 12:05pm 18/01/2004 | ||||
Great. No more Johnny Santos and no more Cold. Thanks for ripping apart one of my favorite bands, AMY LEE. Fucking bitch. I'm boycotting Evanescence now. They suck like hell live, anyway. -_- A real entry will be coming to a Friends page near you tomorrow. |
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| You stupid Jew, go polish your fucking menorah! (<--evil) | ||||
| 12:43pm 17/01/2004 | ||||
Anyway, I feel perfectly fine now. Isn't that fucking CRAZY?! After talking to the people that were getting to me the most about it, I feel...fine and docile. It's great. Well. Mrs. Dillon is officially a bitch. Twitch and I got a pass to go see Mr. Martich during art, but he wasn't in his office when we got there. So being the silly beings that we are, we walked around the school and stuff for about 10 minutes and went back. We didn't have anyone sign our pass, so Mrs. Dillon told us to go get our pass signed by that stupid fucking lady behind the counter at the counselor's office to confirm that we were "waiting for Mr. Martich." But, see, before we had reached the guidance office from the art room, Mrs. Dillon had called the lady and told her not to sign the pass. That really fucking aggravated me. Why the FUCK would she do that?! She sends us to go get it signed, and then calls the fucking bitch and tells her not to sign it! WOW, I just repeated myself! ...Yep. That's my story for the day. I've been all energetic all day. I've talked to so many people I don't even fucking know. It's great. I feel perfect again. Isn't that fucked up? Yesterday I was all sad and crying and now I'm all WEE! Oh yeah, I'm spending the night at Taylor's house right now! Haha, she's sitting right next to me! *points to the left* Yay. Here is a message from Taylor: "w00t! i eat ur peanut butter AND ur pineapples! fuck u all chicken men!" Yay. :) Wasn't that enlightening? I was going to write more...but I forgot. We sang karoke ALOT, and my head kind of hurts. But that's okay! I'm thirsty! WOOOO! Sorry for the sudden mood change. It feels kind of weird. Oh well. A BIG SPECIAL THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO HELPED ME FEEL BETTER! I REALLY FUCKING APPRECIATE IT AND I LOVE YOU TO PIECES! |
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