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[29 Jun 2008|01:32am] |
so, now that i'm officially entering myself into the highschool realm again...i should probably say something highschool-like(albeit true)...
my boyfriend beats everyone elses' boyfriend for sure... literally and figuratively.
something something something
i should probably write a couple poems or something.
'twill be in haiku.
fluffy is the name
to which i give my feelings
soft and sweet pillows
and another
burning with brimstone
agonizing cries of pain
fire fire death fire fire
i'll be published in no time
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[11 Sep 2006|02:17pm] |
i figured in honor of actually gracing this site with my wonderful presence, i'd pay homage by leaving some of my most useful thoughts. so here it goes. or is it just 'here goes'? i don't know...
you idiot.
i didn't go to class today. being sick is fun. i miss ashleigh twining more than life itself...i mean more than anything in the world. besides nathan. and seth. when he's drunk. i feel like i'm in highschool all over again. i love that feeling. that was completely sarcastic. ASHLEIGH SAVE ME. over.
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[23 Feb 2006|04:15pm] |
Some people fall in love sickeningly easily and often - frighteningly simply and readily. And it makes me dizzy to think how horribly confusing this must be to them: Experiencing one "love" after another... hearing and speaking the same nauseating phrases and words; finding themselves amidst a redundancy of looks and feelings that should - have these people any connection to sense memory - place them right back in time to those failed attempts which they’ve so conveniently shunned and denied... energy is neither created nor destroyed... I don't know, perhaps it’s fun to take one of the most powerful words in existence and bandy it about at the drop of a mercury-lined hat. WHY DON’T THEY JUST PLAY TENNIS? But speaking of sports, I’ve always been under the impression they can’t all be hits, or even foul hits - hits gone astray. I say there’s no way. How can one be so quick to be sure of love when they’ve obviously mistaken it many, many times before? What produces this brutal confidence?
I guess some people really take to heart, the saying, “practice makes perfect”
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[10 Dec 2005|11:51am] |
i want to go to frankenmuth
just thought i'd let you know
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[02 Dec 2005|04:01am] |
i don't think i'll ever learn. because in order to learn what i need to learn i'd have to be a teacher, and if there's one thing i'm not, it's a bodybuilder. but i'm also not a teacher.
oooh but it would be great, wouldn't it?
i feel so powerful with this secret... this information that would make absolutely no difference in any way if let out, besides maybe my occasional feeling the need to jump into the bathroom or hide behind a wall temporarily for a couple years.
that's what i call power.
maybe i could employ someone to do my homework. at least that way if i fail miserably it wouldn't be my fault. that's just like me to say that. of course it is... it was me who said it. oh nevermind, i have no money for employing. that's also just like me.
i win.
well i guess i do win if i'm playing the don't even get the things to begin with in order to lose them. game.
i win.
it's obviously late here at 4 AM
i'm obviously feeling, what some would call, completely incoherent. most people wouldn't call it that, though. i don't know what they'd call it. i'm going to stop typing though, for fear of scaring anyone who happens upon this. ok... i'm stopping. i'm done with this entry. alright... 1,2,3 go
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[01 Dec 2005|09:26pm] |
because i never do these:
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.
Yeah, I copied/pasted that.
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[29 Nov 2005|06:50pm] |
i'm going to fail.
it's quite sad how easily i've come to terms with this startling fact.
but there it is.
i'm a failure.
in much happier news..........i was hoping something would come to me. sorry.
ahhh the sweet smell of kind of doing homework but not really doing it but kind of.
oh... nope that's my perfume i was smelling.
i'm obviously a little bored with being bored.
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[28 Nov 2005|07:13pm] |
i'm never watching the news again. not if they're going to make me want to cry again with stories like the one about a man whose absolutely beautiful siberian husky got out and he finally found the dog at the humane society. they told him he had to prove the dog was his, so he came back in the next day with proof and they'd already put neeco to sleep. as if neeco could do anything about it. well i guess i'm mad at the humane society more than the news. i hate stupid people and stupid orginizations who pretend to work for good causes. well i guess they work for a good cause, they just majorly screw up sometimes. well fine i guess i'm not mad at anyone I JUST REALLY WISH NEECO HADN'T DIED!!!!!
i have nothing left to do. there's nowhere left to walk around aimlessly. i'm almost forced to do homework... and yet, here i am.
not
doing
homework
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[20 Nov 2005|04:07am] |
Du erkennst mich nicht wieder
Allein
Mein Gesicht sei noch gleich
Und du weißt nicht ob das reicht
Um nicht alleine zu sein
Du erkennst mich nicht wieder
Unerkannt
bin ich die halbe Nacht
noch um die Häuser gerannt
Ich erkenn hier nichts wieder
Alles müde und alt
und ich male uns beide
als Umriss aus Kreide
auf den Asphalt
Du erkennst mich nicht wieder
Unerkannt
hab ich dann drüben im Park
meine Kleider verbrannt
Ich erkenn mich nicht wieder
Nur mein Herz das noch schlägt
Und ich hebe die Arme
um zu sehn ob die warme
Nachtluft mich trägt
Du erkennst mich nicht wieder
Unerkannt
flieg ich ans Ende der Stadt
ans Ende der Welt
und über den Rand
why am i still awake?? blahhhhhhhhhh
no i didn't see you (or your girlfriend) today.
but yesterday...
oh yesterday
ich find dich am boden diene finger verbrannt
die heissen kohlen immer noch in der hand
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[18 Nov 2005|06:46pm] |
the hallway outside of my room smelled strongly of my little ponies. well one, specifically. i think she was the perfume my little pony, or something of that nature.
mmmmmmm childhood.
i somehow overdrew my 5/3 bank account - must have been by a few cents honestly... so now i'm $35 overdrawn because of their stupid fee, and they deduct $6 every day until i pay it off. this is extremely exciting since i have no other money. anywhere. at all.
i'll just wait til i'm like a billion dollars under and they can take me to jail or something. i don't care. jail. that makes me think of Dead Man Walking. that is going to be an amazing show. i can't wait. and i'm not even in it!!!!!
antidisestablishmentarianism
if i were a word... i would want to be a small word.
like the... or an.
of course these words get used often. i don't like being used. it's not fun. but i figure if i were a huge long word, that's kind of like being a huge person. of course the huge long words are usually more poignant. but who cares about poignancy? i want to be short, sweet and unmeaningful.
time to see THE PAJAMA GAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yayyyyyyyyyyyy
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[16 Nov 2005|08:59pm] |
party
party
party
that's all i do.
haha just kidding.
sometimes i see you.
yeah. sometimes you make my day.
i'm kind of a bad person because of that.
the end.
had this song in my head all day. maybe this will relieve my head.
jamie is over and jamie is gone
jamie's decided it's time to move on.
jamie has new dreams he's building upon
and i'm still hurting.
jamie arrived at the end of the line.
jamie's convinced that the problems are mine.
jamie is probably feeling just fine.
and i'm still hurting.
what about lies, jamie?
what about things
that you swore to be true?
what about you, jamie?
what about you?
jamie is sure something wonderful died.
jamie decides it's his right to decide.
jamie has secrets he doesn't confide.
and i'm still hurting.
go and hide and run away.
run away...
run and find something better.
go and hide the sun away.
run away...
like it's simple.
like it's right.
give me a day jamie.
bring back the lies -
hang them back on the wall.
maybe i'd see
how you could be
so certain that we
had no chance at all...
jamie is over and where can i turn?
covered in scars i did nothing to earn.
maybe there's, somewhere, a lesson to learn.
but that wouldn't change the fact.
that wouldn't speed the time.
once the foundation is cracked...
and i'm
still
hurting
maybe i'll see you again tomorrow...
along with your girlfriend
HA HA HA HA HA HA HAH
that's me laughing at myself.
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[22 Oct 2005|03:28am] |
oh, i forgot to mention -
IT'S NATIONAL RIP ON SHANNON WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!
it's seems a few people have already caught on!!!!!
woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
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[20 Oct 2005|11:50am] |
i'm not good with words at all...
so, sorry i'm such a bitch to everyone.
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[18 Oct 2005|07:36pm] |
"...it's hard to deal with all the pain and suffering, and then we end up with headaches, backaches or, you know, shooting a 7 11 clerk..."
~professor jim daniels
gotta love acting 2.
no, really - you have to
or you'll die.
ha just kidding
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[03 Aug 2005|12:25pm] |
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how? i don't know anyone...
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[26 Jul 2005|11:08am] |
lower your ocular awnings
i'm taking all these vitamins that look like poop. of the horse variety. because apparently i'm toxic. hahahaha. i give you cancer.
ok not really.
but i'm a sick cookie.
double chocolate chip peanut butter delight cookie.
lift your five-pronged money handling devices
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[15 Jul 2005|03:33pm] |
it's times like these when i think to myself, "i hate times like these"
oh i love thunderstorms
they make me think of clouded skies
which make me think of salvador dali
which makes me think of painting... which makes me want to paint. which reminds me... i have to go to work......?
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[12 Jul 2005|10:12am] |
i have hiccups
hicc
ups
what a moronic name
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[09 Jul 2005|01:05am] |
i guess it's the way the light hits me at the end of summer... the sudden change in attitude the wind carries right before autumn
every time
except this time
spring spared me
my brother's birthday was today. he's 23. that's old. wait... he's only three years older than i am... i'm almost old? nah. three years is enough time to still be young and reckless. yes i did mean reckless, not wrestless. i'm not encouraging soap opera behavior.
i miss... something. seriously - it's exactly that. just something. lately i've been feeling like everything's just passing by so quickly, and i'm not doing anything about it. it's a strange feeling when you see someone's picture - someone you see every day - and get that solemn feeling... like a regret for an elusive action, for time not spent or perhaps not well-spent with this person. a very sudden, instantaneous feeling, much like this person deserved more while they were here. then you realize they are here. right here next to you. so when you investigate the feeling you realize that there's no specific cause. you're longing for something you can't find. was it something you did? something you wished you'd done?
i can't even describe it, but i've been getting that feeling every time i think about anyone or anything. any time i think. like a melancholy sentimentality. i guess i just need to stop thinking.
look at me, writing about stuff even i don't want to hear.
i am the people i make fun of.
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[08 Jul 2005|01:36am] |
but oh that magic feeling
nowhere to go
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