| Back to the Future. |
[Feb. 22nd, 2005|07:17 pm] |
and now that we're all going to stop puttering about in my buisness....
Life is grand. Dustin comes home today. :) My birthday is Thursday. whoopdidoo. |
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[Feb. 20th, 2005|01:59 am] |
and now that a somewhat rediculous twisted version of my past has been posted on the internet for all of you to read, I will tell you now, that indeed, what was posted in that comment was for the most part, entirely untrue.
However, I can also happily say, that I'm done with the topic, and you can choose to believe what you will about me, and you can find all the versions of what happened, and pick your favorite. I must say, I myself have found some of them quite comical. |
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[Feb. 20th, 2005|01:45 am] |
you know what else I love? How people who hear stories second hand, don't know what the fuck they're speaking of.
Full term? no. Won't let me know where it is? no. Cuz there isn't one. Want to talk to anyone about this ever again? no. |
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[Feb. 13th, 2005|12:42 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  cold | ] |
Funny isn't it...
Most people long to be in situations like this, and I can't wait to get out.
in other news:
I wish I could just tell them. Tell everyone.
Don't you LOVE how vague I am. |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 8th, 2005|07:11 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  mellow with a dash of apathy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | sweet silence | ] |
Omg, look at this.... I'm updating twice in the same month!
Spot, by the way, I love you for that poem, and will cherish it until the day that I fuckin die. thats right, fuckin die!
and Jimmy, I'm glad you haven't gotten alcohol poisoning. I kind of like you being around and all. :-D
Anyways, same old shit at W.T. fucking Woodson. Well, I guess not. Still lots of drama. Which I would kill to not be involved in, but it's like someone caught me on their fishing line and the harder i try to swim away the more the hooks goes into my fucking belly. Oh well. The marvelous thing about being me is....
I have the ability to over look all this shit and still be happy at the end of the day.
hmm lets review the day shall we:
Woke up. Damn Alarm.
Daddy took me to school. Damn Car.
Went to spanish. Damn bell.
Went to break. Yay hallways!
Went to drama. Damn Jay. (I swear, santa claus isn't a crack dealer)
Went to lunch. Yay food!
Went to Tech. Damn weekend.
Went to Geometry. Damn teachers.
Went home. Yay Zack!
Called Mom. Damn England.
Called Dad. Damn answering machine.
Called Andrew. Damn Voicemail.
Made Pancakes. Yay Fat Tuesday!
Watched Opera. Yay stupid talk shows.
Taco Bell with Heather. Yay Mexicans!
Went to tutoring. Damn School.
Came home. Yay couch!
Talked to David Oastler. Yay internet!
Ate dinner. Yay Ravioli.
Here I am. Damn Alarm clock.
The day started and has come here, and the only thing that ultimately effected the outcome of this day... that DAMN ALARM CLOCK. Thats why I don't have clocks in my room. FUCKIN CLOCK.
Anyways, hope my Day excited you. |
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| Quite the weekend |
[Feb. 6th, 2005|10:38 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | disappointed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Let Me Go - 3 Doors Down | ] |
Rumors, Car accidents, lies, betrayal, and alcohol poisoning. Eventful weekend.
Car Accidents and Alcohol Poisoning would be a good CD title. |
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| Consider the Following: Bill Nye Style |
[Jan. 17th, 2005|11:11 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  lethargic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Popular Mechanics for Lovers - Beulah | ] |
After much deliberation, I've come to the following conclusions:
Applause, was, is, and still will be a flaming piece of poo, no matter what miracles we pull off.
The majority of my friends, though I love them, are not very good friends.
This may sound mean, but I can't wait for most of them to go the hell away and go to college.
I'm still kind of trippin off the mad deep philisophical conversation I had with Alex at one this morning.
Hopefully the ITS trip will bring good things.
I forgot to call Tommy in CA this weekend. I feel really bad.
When I write on this thing, I sound so shallow, and self absorbed.
Ari Post fascinates me.
I love seeing Jimmy. He makes me smile!
I miss Derek already! Even though I only saw him like twice.
I'm mad at Alex. He promised me he would come today and didn't.
Danny and I are going to have the most hardcore band ever.
We're gonna call it "The most HardcORE band ever."
No matter how much I lie to myself... I'm the biggest dork ever.
I am in serious need of some new friends. |
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[Jan. 12th, 2005|11:13 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  Optomistic | ] |
I <3 the hottness of boys.
Life is looking a whole lot better! Nothings really changed. I guess Andrino and I broke up, if we were dating, which we were I guess, i just didn't notice.
Sidenote:
Derek Heilman is the Thesaurus of Vagina: Walking Edition. |
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[Jan. 10th, 2005|06:08 pm] |
I'm sorry... I really wish I didn't feel this way.
and I regret saying anything.
I won't do anything to intentionally hurt anyone. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 5th, 2005|04:05 pm] |
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I love Elizabeth Allen |
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