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[25 Jan 2005|11:44pm] |
I got a new lj. I hated this user name. My new one is Hysterectomy, I'm not sure if I'm going to use it or not, just because I feel bad for leaving this one behind.
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[25 Jan 2005|02:14pm] |
Today while walking to fourth block, I saw these two kids standing in the middle of tons of other kids, holding each others faces and moving in slow-motion for what I'm sure was a very sloppy kiss.
It made me want to fucking puke.
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[24 Jan 2005|10:40pm] |
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Sometimes I feel it so much I'm surprised it doesn't come oozing out my ears.
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[23 Jan 2005|11:24pm] |
For some fucking reason, I can't load my saved Earthbound Zero game.
Wonderful end to a wonderful evening.
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[23 Jan 2005|02:04am] |
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So today I downloaded Earthbound Zero, and now my life feels a little more complete.
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[22 Jan 2005|01:47am] |
Everyone, stop trying to be straight edge.
Face it, being drunk is awesome.
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[22 Jan 2005|01:44am] |
I just thought... what if I'm reading someone's info that I don't really know, or never talk to, and they have that buddy thing in there, and then think I'm a really big weirdo or something? What if I end up going like 32 times, and look like a stalker or something?
I think I might still be high.
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[22 Jan 2005|01:42am] |
I have that my buddy thing in my aim profile now. I didn't know it let you see how many times someone went to your profile, but it does and I got it and now I can spy on you guys.
Sorta.
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| There was more to this rant, but fuck it. |
[20 Jan 2005|11:32pm] |
You know where relationships get fucked up? People start to expect things. Things like phone calls, constant attention, sex. Some things are to be expected from a relationship, like loyalty, and respect. But when people expect the other person to make them the center of their world, things get fucked. I mostly see people get mad when their other half doesn't call them enough, spends time with their friends instead of them, or doesn't treat them a certain way. Then when their expectations are not met, they get pissed. Then there's stupid fights.
To be perfectly honest with everybody, because I've decided I should be, I hate other people's relationships. For the most part. Partially because I'm in high school, and surrounded by people who think they're in love because they're fucking and that THIS IS TOTALLY IT!!! It's forever because they have promise rings and that's the real fucking deal. Another contributing factor is that I think I'm right. A lot of the time. Yep. So shoot me. Everybody thinks they're right, or else they wouldn't fucking think it.
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[20 Jan 2005|10:42pm] |
You can't go digging it up after you declare it dead and done with, and throw it in his face. What are you hoping to find, anyways?
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[19 Jan 2005|10:05pm] |
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Right now I feel pissed off at everyone, pretty much.
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[19 Jan 2005|01:09pm] |
Sitting in the library. Was going to do my college thing, but it's really hard. So I gave up. I have no clue what I'm going to do with myself after CHS (which is sort of soon). Eh. I dunno.
Me and Lindse are supposed to hang out today. Then I have to go to my sister's soccer game at 6. It's going to be so fucking cold, that's all I know. I asked Mike if he wanted to go, but he doesn't and I knew he wouldn't. I wouldn't want to go. I don't want to go. I'm being forced. Anyways, today is my last day off until Monday. I'm covering for Leah on Sunday. Usually I hate working Sundays, but once in awhile isn't bad. I have to go in earlier than usual, though. I don't care. I could use some extra money, plus it's delivery. I have the worst hangnail in the world. I was going to stop picking at my fingers, but it hasn't happened yet. And I was going to quit smoking, but I don't know. Right now I am quit, cause I smoked my last clove yesterday.
Still have those shitty 305s I found, but they taste like complete ass.
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[18 Jan 2005|11:05pm] |
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My Mom just told me I was "the bomb."
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[18 Jan 2005|11:02pm] |
So I only made $5.50 at work today. I also only had three tables, which I didn't mind so much. These really cheap kids came in around 7.30, which irritated me. I'm supposed to get off at 8. Anyways, they ordered one thing (House Fried Rice), sat there and made a mess, and then left me one dollar. I knew it would happen, I've waited on them before.
Anyways I got out around 8.15, which isn't too bad. Then I went to Mikes house. Wooby was there. Then Danny showed up. Then I left. And that's about it.
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| I dunno man. |
[18 Jan 2005|10:57pm] |
I had a weird ass dream the other night. Sarah (Carter) was in it, and she was like president or famous or something. First, I was around some lake and Sarah was in the middle of it in a canoe, and she was going to give a speech or read a poem because she was either the president or a famous actress, I'm not sure which one. There were tons of people around the lake to listen, but I didn't know what was going on. The canoe drifted over towards the side I was on, and I thought if I got in it I could get to the other side. So I jumped in it, and then realized I wasn't supposed to be in there, and tried to get out when it was close to land but I didn't make it, so I just stood in the canoe extremely embarrassed. Then I was looking in some beauty magazine and saw Sarah in there for being president/just famous, and they were talking about her great fashion influence, and how she made hip huggers cool. I thought about how weird it was that I knew a really famous person. And that's all I remember.
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[18 Jan 2005|01:22pm] |
Sitting in the library. I think the bells about to ring. I lost my folder, and I have stuff due today. Brought my Math C up to an A. Work today. Tables. Shitty. That is all.
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[17 Jan 2005|11:53pm] |
WTF? For real...
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[17 Jan 2005|10:51pm] |
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( High )
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[17 Jan 2005|02:13pm] |
I just ran on the treadmill.
omfg.
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