| Writer's Block: A.A. Milne |
[Oct. 15th, 2008|12:51 am] |
Eeyore with out a doubt! Eeyore is one of my all time favorite fictional characters. In terms of Winnie the Pooh, Tigger doesn't even compare. My favorite characters, ranked in order are: Eeyore, Piglet, Owl, Pooh, Rabbit . The others are insignificant to me. In fact, I am still known to sleep with a big, soft stuffed animal Eeyore that my father bought me many years ago for my birthday. I do need to sew his tail back on though.
I would assume most writers would prefer Eeyore as well. He has this sad gloom that we can often relate to. It's not even an issue of feeling 'bad' for Eeyore because he really doesn't even want a pity party. He's just amazing! |
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| this IS our last goodbye |
[Oct. 21st, 2003|06:20 am] |
| [ | music |
| | what do you think. | ] |
i detest this city. i detest this room. this school. these people. this year. this day morning night, what have you. or not have you...that is the question.
i hear no music, only notes. i see now visions, only blurs.
i wave my hand goodbye to all of it, all of this, all of you. i can't breathe any more. i can't feel anymore. i can't see anymore, like i ever opened these shut eyes though.
did i think it would really work? did i really think that everything would go smoothly, that something positive would come out of this? how can i blow thousands and not get a penny or insight to anything. this experience has only taught me that human beings are even worse than i had once percieved them to be. and what is with all their faces. what are they happy over. what are they NOT happy over. god, i need out and quick. forget my age, forget what i wanted. forget that i need to get out of here as soon as possible. just suck me into the holes. suck me far deep to the core. it isn't good to crave the pain that needs to be done, it's a very bad thing. but needs to be done nonetheless.
ps. dont give me your fucking fake cock ass sympathy look in the morning, i'm not having it. |
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| the year spawned a monster |
[Sep. 30th, 2003|01:21 pm] |
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| |  groggy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | they let lisa go blind :/ :x belle and seb <3 sept 4ever. | ] |
hahahaha all you fuckers get so mad that i never update this.
ok for connecticutters - things are 'ok', im always tired, i clean my ears out a lot with qtips, i miss having cats to curl up with, but i got to meet hello kitty last week and mary stuart masterson so i must be doing something.
you wrote a book about yourself
the people left it on the shelf
you'll write another one
now you've got a story thats worth talking about.
are you happy with yourself?
are you talking to yourself?
are you happy with yourself?
put the book back on the shelf.
yesterday my panam vintage bag broke at school.
i was really upset.
im going to bring the liller feller to a shoemaker to repair it but i needed a bag.
i found one at the gap. it is black corduroy.
and i also found a beige corduroy skirt and this sweater that i wanted really bad so then i had to buy those two.
someone come visit me soon - i have a hello kitty themed bathroom and i went grocery shopping last week and bought the expensive orange juice plus coke plus orangina and then got ice cream and chik pattys and hummus too!
ok thats it. im leaving now, ciao! |
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| when it rains it pours. |
[Aug. 12th, 2003|09:04 am] |
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So I had this bizarre dream last night. What I do remember is leaving for school and the place definately not being marymount. I met my roomate and we were fine, got along just swell and fine. She ran to me and grabbed my hand and said "Jackie, watch out for that suitemate, she seems a little mental!", and we both started laughing. We were introduced to the suitemates, one of them was blurry and did not really say anything. the other one was blond and actually, physically, she was this girl theresa, who I actually went to high school and jr high with, everyone hated theresa, they were cruel to her. Theresa had an "unfortunate" home life and up bringing. Anyway, this girl gave us this look, and the roomate goes 'SHE SAID THAT WE CAN'T HAVE OUR BOYFRIENDS OVER." and I looked at her and I go 'hey you, suitemate, is this true? did you say this?", and she said 'Yes. And you will not be wearing tihs, you will not speak like this, you will not be.... or .....", etc. and Instantly, I went to punch her but my roomate held me back and I screamed HOW CAN YOU DEPRIVE ME THE RIGHT OF A BOY IN MY BED!" and the roomate exclaimed "WHAT IF YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO SEE THEM", and she said 'THERE WILL BE NO BOYS AND THATS THAT." so I guess it was supposed to be days later or something and I went to get on the elevator and the evil suitemate was the only other person on it and so I get on and feel clostrophobic on it and start punching every button I can because I just want OUT AND AWAY FROM HER. Apparently, however, the first button I had pushed was called something like "Review all Slots", something really odd. which meant the elevator was going to go back to every floor it had instead of stopping and opening the doors. except, for some reason, instead of going up and down, it went in a HUGE almost ferris wheel type thing. This was not good because we were going to fly upside down. And there were over 600 floors. So Basically when this started happening, we basically JUST SCREAMED and were sure death was near and I was screaming I DON'T WANT TO DIE WITH A BITCH. and she was screaming I JUST GOT MY BIRTH CONTROL BACK, NOOOO. and I looked at her and I said "what? WHAT? YOU ARE ON THE PILL? AND I CANT HAVE MY BOYFRIEND OVER?!' and she said 'you dont have a boyfriend' and I said 'YEAH. WELL I DONT *NOW*, I COULDA HAD ONE LAST WEEK BUT I COULDNT SEE THE POINT.' and then we both started crying, some how we were both smoking cloves and had our shoes off and sat in the constant-moving elevator. then finally, my roomate came to save me and we got out, i ran and I ran for a while back to our house that we lived in. The campus looked very much like sarah lawrence. As I got to my "house", I found flowers. Beautiful flowers, plants, etc. We had orchids growing all over the front, gerber daisies, sunflowers, violets, white tulips, white roses. and a lot of other flowers that I love. As I ran, I let my hand out and grabbed on to as many flowers as I could. When I got inside, I had an orchid, a white tulip, and a white rose. I walked up to the stairs and I crawled on the steps, and lay down and shrunk. I really shrunk, not incredibly small, but I seemed to have melted into the steps, holding on to those flowers. saying " i cant believe I almost died with her. I am going to save these flowers for the one I love". then, of course, KNOCK KNOCK SOMEONE IS AT THE DOOR. who is it? Matthew wilson. The girls answer it, he comes in, talking to them like he's known them for ages but yet still like there is that line that separates them. And the entire time I am laying there going 'hi matt wilson.' and then he asks them where I am and they point. so he sees me melted into these steps, and walks over to these steps, and I hand him the flowers but by now the orchid has died. He had tears in his eyes because the orchid was dead and I took the rose and ripped all the petals off at once. And I just said "I guess my love wasn't strong enough". and *that* is all I remember |
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| I hope my dreams never come true. |
[Jul. 5th, 2003|04:55 am] |
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| | smelly | ] |
| [ | music |
| | console - rocket in the pocket | ] |
5 AM, why can't I sleep? I'm not sure. I was sleeping, was. I woke up. Awful dreams, bad awful dreams. Nightmere that I was on the verge of making out with my best friend, literally a nightmere, I was crying in the dream because It was bad. We were both on drugs, didn't want to and there were boys forcing us to. ODD. 2nd dream - My sister gets married. The phone rings in the house, My mom tells me to walk to the house to answer the fone and wait for them to get me for the ceromony. So I go, its half a mile away (i dont know why we knew the phone was ringing from half a mile away). My home is a huge southern estate deal, really beautiful with willow trees. I answer the phone, It is my best friend and I tell her I can't speak because my sister is getting married. I run to a closet to put something on and end up wearing a leopard print slip dress, no underwear. I sit and wait and wait, light cigarettes, and then I go to the attic and sit on the attic steps, smoking and I decide to masterbate while I'm waiting? This is all so strange... Then I hear noise, and so I pick my hand back up from my crotch, pull down my dress, and go see what's outside, I see people leaving an area, and my mother smiling. "What happened?"
"they got married!". then I see girls, who I never saw before EVER, walking around in purple bridesmade gowns. MARRIED? THEY GOT MARRIED? WHY DIDNT YOU CALL ME i say. "you missed it. now put on an apron you need to work" " WHY WASN'T I A BRIDESMAID? ITS MY FUCKING SISTER", then what do I see in the corner of my eye, Tara looks at me, whistles to me, gives me the finger, hops in her limo. Then I start kicking my mother telling her she should be ashamed of herself for allowing tara to pick purple dresses for the bridesmaid and that I will never associate myself with such "trash" ever again. A completely bizarre dream, indeed. |
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| :/ |
[Jun. 29th, 2003|09:11 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  hot | ] |
| [ | music |
| | stereophonics | ] |
i haven't the motivation for any of this |
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| i am lobster >:| |
[Jun. 28th, 2003|11:59 am] |
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| | MIRAH - ADVISORY COMMITTEE | ] |
i am going to update soon.
i promise <3 |
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| :D I LIKE THE DARK |
[Jun. 15th, 2003|02:30 am] |
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| | SLEATER-KINNEY + CHICKS ON SPEED | ] |
SO MUCH TO SAY
AND ALL I CAN SAY IS
YOU'RE NO ROCK N ROLL FUN. |
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| alma, whats the matter? |
[Jun. 3rd, 2003|12:31 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | California - Joni Mitchell | ] |
One week to go and I graduate. Finally. It's taken twenty-one years, right? How interesting.
I didn't get enough sleep last night, again. I never seem to get enough sleep anymore. My eyes hurt, my shoulders hurt, my neck hurts, etc. I have finals this week and really, they are quite funny.
My mom seems to be getting into this whole 'graduation' party madness a little too much. She's decorating the entire place with butterflies. Colours for the party? Pink, Blue, Yellow = definately not jacqueline colours but what can I say? It's the last bit of control she'll have on me so I'll just let her do what she wants for this thing. The only thing that really is starting to bother me is the guest list, trying to tell me who and who can not come to my party and what not? trying to tell me that certain people aren't my friends and that certain people, who i haven't seen in years are my friends? I don't think thats really the way it should be but what do i know right? For instance, she doesn't feel that any of my teacher should be invited because she thinks they did me dirty because I'm not geting validictorian or anything. well as much as it pissees me off as well, i really don't feel that the teachers necessarily had anything to do with it. regardless, shes a psycho woman and i'm leaving it at that. I finally sealed the envelopes and put the stamps on the invitations last night so they should be out in the mail today! hopefully! Thursday night I have graduation practice and I didn't exactly realize that until yesterday so I sort of have to change my work schedule around or something. Sucks. Stinky bo binky. oooh im so happy that katie is on here. haha. :D :"D
I've been listening to rumours by fleetwood mac nonstop.
<3 <3 <3 |
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| dont bother me when im watching planet of the apes on tv. |
[May. 28th, 2003|12:11 pm] |
thats right. thats how it should be.
ha.
so i sit in this room, cold and chilly realizing that this is just one of about 7 days left to be here. the smell in these halls, the funny odor that come's from mr. petro's leather laptop bag. stealing berry's laptop, talking to mrs. carey about my vegetarian diet, getting the same old coke and cheez-its from the vending machine, memorizing mr. sica's same old tests and continuously acing them for there is no other way. this is all about to end. this is not necessarily a bad thing, not necessarily a good thing though some may say only good shall come of it. i don't know what to make of the events happening. furthermore, my friends are too depressed to even communicate with. it hurts to see them so sad, alone, and out of the control of their own fate. i don't know how to reassure them that they are loved and that thats what matters right now.
the past weeks have been streams of emotion and negative calories. we take for instance, the situation of the most recent ex boyfriend - boy he sure looked pretty when he put the damage on me. even though i wanted to slice my veins, stab my heart, burn my brain, drink out my liver, and shoot up with poison, he still seemed so appealing to me. how in the world could i get so low on myself because of another person, yet still care for the other person a great deal when they've put me through such anguish? its sad, its depressing, its - girlish.
graduation is fast approaching, im graduating third in the class apparently. though that doesn't seem to be good enough and i really don't know what to make of the entire graduation ceramony situation. im getting 'the exceptional school to career student award', whatever that means. i think it just means that im getting an award for being academically challanged and driven to set career goals. thats a load of bullshit! i have a 103% in history, give me an award for that! i want awards, yes i do. im shallow, i am. no depth in this girl. just diet dr. pepper and carbon dioxide.
last week i was informed that i was accepted into the university of pittsburgh and offered scholarship. thats exciting, a bit too late for such decisions but exciting nonetheless. it would have been nice if allie and i were going to school the same time but since she graduated i really so no reason for me to go out there even though i did find pittsburgh to be a neat city.
im going to end now. and then maybe begin again...sometime. |
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| World War II |
[May. 15th, 2003|12:31 pm] |
I know you're all excited about the causes of World War II so let me just tell you..
The Kellogg-Briand Pact was an agreement by the United States, France, and other nations promising to settle all disputes by peaceful means.
A tax on goods that come into a country from other countries is called a High Tariff.
At the Washington Conference Great Britian, Japan, and the United States agreed to stop building large warships.
The Leader of Germany in the 1930's was Adolf Hitler.
The Treaty of Versailles changed the boundary lines of many European Nations.
For example, many Germans now were a part of the new nations of Poland and Czechoslovakia.
Italy and Japan both lacked the natural resources of coal and oil.
During the 1920's Italy and Japan obtained the money to buy raw materials by selling their manufactured goods.
Great Britain, Japan, and the U.S. were willing to limit the size of their warships, but they were not willing to cut downthe size of their Armies or to limit the use of weapons.
Reparations were damage payments made by Germany to the Allies.
The League of Nations was weak because it did not have an army to back up it's decisions, and because the United States never joined.
Discuss at least four reasons why world peace was greatly threatened during the 1930's.
I think the four greatest dangers to world peace are high tarriffs, the weapons race, boundary changes, and the weakness of the league of nations.
The League of Nations was weak because it did not have an army to back up it's decisions and also because the United Dtates never joined. This made it difficult for nations to sell their goods to other nations because the United States never joined. This made it difficult if not impossible for the League of Nations to prevent war.
High Tarriffs are a danger to peace because they made it difficult for nations to sell their goods to other nations. Also items such as coal and oil, that are important to a nation's survival, became very expensive. This is why Japan and Italy began conquering land for raw materials.
The weapons race is another danger to peace due to the fact that when a nation, such as Germany, builds up arms, many other nations become worried and start to build up their arms. This could lead to war.
The last danger to world peace is boundary changes. When people of the same nationality are seperated by new boundaries, they will demand the territory be returned to their homeland and if not it may help lead to war. As the german people living in czechosolovakia and poland have had proved when they helped Hitler take both countries over.
Like I said, I know you all care, so Im sharing this knowledge with you. Suck it porka. |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 18th, 2003|01:18 pm] |
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| | sad | ] |
| [ | music |
| | some are heavy russian novels, memories of love. | ] |
certain things must be said
because i can't live on this island anymore
i will try to tell you i am sorry
but i won't know how to pronounce the words
so we'll leave it here, in these blackened lines
im sorry.
im sorry because you aren't in love.
im sorry you've wasted your winter and spring
with someone you have no feelings for.
im sorry that i need so much
but i'll promise never to include you in what i need
ever again.
is that what pushed you away?
was it something i did, something i said?
i guess it doesn't really matter any more
i think we both know what happens now
i have shirts, cds, and cords
you've got my undies, pjs, and books.
a civilized trade, lets not try to ruin it
find yourself a nice girl
a girl who wears no make up
a girl who has no plans for life
who will stay by your side and grow old and used to you
with your body pressed into her wrinkles when you two hit retirement
a girl who doesnt need love
a girl who doesnt need so much. |
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| 4th Floor:Electronics, Fake Antiques and Lingerie. |
[Apr. 3rd, 2003|12:22 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  geeky | ] |
| [ | music |
| | such great heights - postal service | ] |
and again, another wasted fourth period for me. I really get so bored this time of day, oh well....
Last night I finally figured out how to make a cd with just mp3s.
It scares me how retarded I can be about certain things. Like first off...I never seem satisfied with the amount of mp3s I have.
I have some folders where I only have a few songs by a particular artist because I really may only want a few songs by that artist. But oh, when I go to put them on a cd - I feel as though I need ALL the songs by that artist or I just don't feel right. I don't know, so then right there it takes me forever to decide what to put on a cd and then the other thing was that I couldn't for the love of me just FIGURE out how to do it once I was decided. LOL so... I finally made a cd last night, 150 songs - it has Air, Creatures, Figurine, Fosca, dntel, postal service, zoot woman, tatu [LOL hehehe hahaha harharhar] and then some misc songs like bittersweet symphony, hippy chick, bjork, dan the automater with miho hatori, etc. I went to sleep with it on last night and I woke up at exactly 8 am to the sound of TATU heh!
thats it for a few minutes. word. |
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| the metro the bus stops the market the disco |
[Apr. 1st, 2003|11:40 pm] |
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| |  hungry | ] |
| [ | music |
| | figurine - heartfelt | ] |
hell if i knew.
makeup?
make up.
you called me senorita and i thought 'oh its like that, i see. oh well.ok.'
i was reminded, i don't know when. |
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[Mar. 31st, 2003|12:26 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | cold | ] |
| [ | music |
| | dont let me down, the beatles | ] |
now im going to copy things that i had in my actual journal from last year
to my livejournal...here we go
Lets pretend that we might be real.
We could break glass with our extra high heels
you can suck me dry,
i will get whats coming to me
its all i ever want
breathe heavily in my gace when your eyes are closed tightly
speaking speak speak, the new trend to delicate failures
sharp bones bruise and curse words cruise through our guts to our mouths
i shall sing only in my sleep and you will sing to our conscience selves
i never had the faith until you gave me drawings of how it was to be
everything that stood on a solo leg before my eyes,
it has fallen down the stairs
bloody and cracked with an arrow through the chest
i will some day sleep a long solid century of golden cherubs massaging my spine
you dont have to take that hand off my side
leave it sweaty
ticking to the beat of your heart
if i cant hear your gentle voice
i will be blind and deaf as well
feeling, not feeling, you cant decide which way we turn.
if you taste me, it might sting and if you dont it stings worse
so lets pretend that we might exist in a world such as this
no man could ever shape me or shame me to the other world we used to dance on
shake my pulse and dry my eyes
forget the awful way you taught yourself to disguise
kidnapping time
a delicate crime
we climb into automobiles and you cant find the words to ever shut your mouth
dizzy, you never say goodbye
all i'll ever say is thank you |
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| she gave me a pen...i gave her my heart, and ...she gave me a pen - Lloyed Dobbler |
[Mar. 28th, 2003|12:18 pm] |
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| |  bouncy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | An Electronic Address - Figurine | ] |
And yet again.
I sit in the computer class room with nothing to do. Nothing to look at, nothing to do.
It is friday, I missed school yesterday because my mother was 'not well', as she puts it. I can't take her some times. I'm not well at times but I don't try to kill the people I live with because of it.
Last night I stayed in new haven at matthews. I suppose it was nice, except when he was being a dork and annoying me before hand. but we watched say anything and i cried when john cusack lloyed dobbler held the stereo outside her window with in your eyes playing...
I've seen the movie well over 50 times
I've own the movie since forever
you'd think that I'd eventually get over crying in that scene. but noooo.
I've definately been writing a lot lately but not in this. I recently found something called a pen, and I realized what the purpose of paper, particularly, my JOURNAL was. So i've sort of been writing in my journal nonstop - particularly in bed and in algebra [oh hush i have 100% average].
I've become the biggest fan of figurine and fosca the past week.
IMpossible is like - MY LIFE.
BRILLIANT STUFF MAN, GREAT.
AND THEN "An Electronic Address"
I TURN MY COMPUTER ON
I SEE I HAVE NO MAIL
I TURN MY COMPUTER OFF
IS THIS LOVE NOT FOR REAL?
I TURN MY COMPUTER ON
I CHECK THREE TIMES A DAY
I TURN MY COMPUTER OFF
CONTACT ME RIGHT AWAY
*I GOT YOUR ELECTRONIC ADDRESS TO TELL YOU I LOVE YOU*
Now I'm going to end this in some manner... ciao! |
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| st patricks hung |
[Mar. 18th, 2003|12:19 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  bored | ] |
| [ | music |
| | some weird computer tutorial teaching english as a 2nd lang. | ] |
so it's march 18th, thats basically doomsday for irishman as it is to be expected, the worse hangover day of the year.
Lord knows how someone who only weighs 100 lbs on a 'heavy' day, can drink as much as i do? it must be because im a quinn, im really not sure.
yesterday was pretty interesting though
i had my first day back at school - the first day to start my last trimester of school - OH OH
graduation is june 10th! mark it in your calanders y'all.
I'm taking a 'career' class, a math algebra course, and world cultres II and of course - i have a free period in the middle of it all where I roam around to find anything thats possible for me to do. oh and it gets very boring so today I took over the computer lab but I'm really wishing they had stereos or mp3s or something.
i'd like a milkshake too.
i am so rediculously hungry at the moment, it's not even funny. After school yesterday, my mother and I went to the 'lansdowne roadhouse' or something in Oakville, it was pretty pathetic. I saw my old best friend's older brother and I think he was flirting with me which was a definate scare. And the biggest surprise of all was that we ran into my old girl scout troop leader from fifth grade and we ended up hanging out with her for the entire night! oh yes i dressed in green naturally. I don't particularly like to dress in green but i decided to give it a go for st pat, it was the least I could do. Then my mother brought me home and I waited for matt to come pick me up and we met them [my mother and the ex girl scout leader] at a different bar 'gahan's salloon'...quite interesting, i must say. There was an amusing woman, probably in her fortys, she SEEMED like she could be a respectable woman when she isnt hammered. anyway she was kissing everyone! she totally kissed the singer while he was singing! and then sheh ad her hands in some guy's pant pockets while the guy had his arms around another chick AND the woman had a wedding band on! frightening indeedy. My mother and the troop leader some time around eleven maybe? I'm really not even quite sure and so matt and I hung around and then went to the bar where the metal heads hang out and we went to go see them. jared was there, as funny as ever. steven has a new girlfriend which I didn't really know about. Actually jessica told me about her but only that she hated her. she said 'uhg steven has a girl friend and I CAN'T STAND HER' and it's pretty strange - oh well the girl did have quite a potty mouth, that much i noticed. For a while i was getting into that friendster thing, its really sort of strange, how they do this whole six degrees of seperation to show you how you're connected to everyone on the site. I find that to be a little bit too creepy. Oh man I smell. As if having bad breathe from the alcohol the night before [even after toothpaste and loads of listerine] isn't bad enough, I had to go and get so confused this morning that I forgot to put on deoderant and perfume and evne scented lotion. My ring finger on my left hand is bloody as hell and I don't know why. I have decided that I think when I drink a lot of alcohol my fingers start to bleed. It's not the first time it has happened. Last night we were just sitting at the table and I looked down and i saw blood everywhere! I guess I just have really dry skin or something and they all crack around the fingernails. Its pretty sad. But yeah, I totalyl forgot about the blood so I didn't even look for it to wash it off this morning when I woke up OR last night. ha im pathetic. I will go now just in hopes of finding something better to do. toodleloo. |
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| you don't want me anymore, how can it be? look what you've done to me. |
[Mar. 10th, 2003|02:54 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | thirsty | ] |
| [ | music |
| | all girl summer fun band - video game heart / charm bracelet | ] |
tonight :
fell asleep on my bed, prematurely -
under pink xmas lights which were meant to be for valentine's...
isn't that how it always goes?
pipas singing softly in the background
'you dont really love me do you' ... me saying amen.
i had incense burning of all things...that means its serious.
coke-cola monopolized my evening once i woke up.
helen love - diet coke girl [shes not the real thing]..so adorable.
i need to make a cd of the all girl summer fun band, they are just too damn fun.
my mother has this thing for jell-o...she really thinks i dig it. which, i admit, i do have my moments when i have some jell-o and it tastes so good, it tastes like im eight years old, yes but it isnt every waking moment. she buys these fruit in gel bowls, which aren't actually jell-o brand, which makes me think thats why they call it 'gel', copyright stuff...anyway she always buys them yet she doesnt eat them, i'm the only one. and i forget we have them so then i find package upon package of them. its really strange. some times she gives them to the neighborhood kids as 'treats'...i think it saddens her that i dont take packaged lunch to school with me anymore...maybe it should sadden her that i dont eat anymore. ha. tata! |
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[Mar. 9th, 2003|11:07 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | nervous juvenile, won't smile | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the pines | ] |
sometimes I have these feeling like i woke up and realized that Im singular. I've always known that I was singular, that all human beings are singular. It's strange though, how easy it is to forget that I'm only me, that I'm only a part of one being, myself. This must happen to all people, I'm sure...I hope. It's a strange feeling because it just leaves you feeling hopeless and empty. I wonder what it's like for the other people, I wonder if they ever feel this? I wonder if they always keep in mind that they are singular, so they never seem to trip up on false expectations. It's really easy to forget myself sometimes, well it's really easy for me to sacrifice things for myself. I should learn how to do that. I'm so far, from everywhere I need to be. And I certainly can't drive there. |
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