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[17 Apr 2006|06:53pm] |
lets fall off the earth together and travel places no one else will be.
i'm so in love with you, you don't even know it.
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[16 Mar 2006|07:38pm] |
watched the amazing movie V for Vendetta last night.
so very good!
Remember, remember, the fifth of November, gunpowder treason and plot. I see no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot. Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'twas his intent to blow up the King and the Parliament. Three score barrels of powder below, Poor old England to overthrow: By God's providence he was catch'd With a dark lantern and burning match. Holloa boys, holloa boys, make the bells ring. Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King! Hip hip hoorah! A penny loaf to feed the Pope. A farthing o' cheese to choke him. A pint of beer to rinse it down. A faggot of sticks to burn him. Burn him in a tub of tar. Burn him like a blazing star. Burn his body from his head. Then we'll say ol' Pope is dead. Hip hip hoorah! Hip hip hoorah!
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[10 Mar 2006|02:51pm] |
it is all over in one single move.
you are SUCH an ass.
p.s. missing someone like you is like missing an annoying itch you grew attached to for unknown reasons. why in my life do i love.
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[12 Feb 2006|01:08am] |
be jealous.
and scared.
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[06 Feb 2006|06:16pm] |
My butt is so poopy that it gave me a rash!!!!
))<>((
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[05 Feb 2006|04:43pm] |
march first.
DEADLINE.
i hate deadlines. my portfolio and application must be in. if i don't get in, this will be crushing. my entire life is based on getting in and getting away. i have no back up plan. no other goals. no what if.
i can enter slides, or a digital portfolio.
i'm not sure what i will do. perhaps a digital portfolio. i don't think they offered this before, so i should take advantage of using better technology that will so my work off better.
i'm working on being a better whore as well. creating work that will sell, rather than convey a message. like painting birds instead of vaginas. it is a start.
nervous. but your face makes me feel so happy, and looking over at you and seeing that smile. you are such a dream. thank you for coming back to me.
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[27 Jan 2006|08:59am] |
i've been up all night doing the most pointless shit ever.
but now, at least, i've revamped my lj.
AND have a sweet bull icon.
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[27 Jan 2006|06:23am] |
you make my world a lot better.
especially when you go cruisin' on your bike.
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[26 Jan 2006|02:13pm] |
let's make it better.
you really know how to break a girl's heart.
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[23 Jan 2006|08:53pm] |
i get so angry every time your name gets mentioned.
you hurt me, and you don't even know it.
i can't look at your face without wanting to scream at you.
i know it is petty, but i don't care.
i'm not going to pretend i'm not upset.
there are bigger things to worry about than this.
but this still sucks.
i can't get over it, even with time.
maybe i'm being a baby. but you hurt my feelings.
i'm so over it.
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[19 Jan 2006|01:19pm] |
when all i want is a little reassurance, all i get is snubbed. i don't wanna be the girl in the back seat tied up to flashing lights and virgin mary figurines. dance with me one last time, you were the only one that ever did. tell me you think i'm cool. stop making fun of me. constantly being your joke isn't very fun on the receiving end. it is kind of mean. you don't even notice me crying when i'm sitting across from you. take some time out of your world to stop and talk to me.
my heart is my own worse enemy.
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[14 Jan 2006|04:23pm] |
dance dance baby...
and in the new year, life will be much much different than before.
pinball + harold and maude + pinball = heaven/coffee rot
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[12 Jan 2006|06:22pm] |
don't forget.
new surroundings, lost feelings, and a whole lotta chill.
come sneak in through my window in the middle of the night. catch me in my creepiness. crafting at four in the morning. breaking apart the world into small pieces, and then gluing it all back together again.
i miss talking to you most of all. and i hate this feeling as if i've lost what i had. i knew it would start at some point, just not this quickly. don't be so sick of me. i don't mean to hug you so hard, i just get so excited. i know i'm too evasive to make sense. cry on my shoulder, it makes me feel important in this world. i'm craving to be around someone i can talk to. i want this inspiration to seep into my heart.
i want friendship most of all. a partner in crime.
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[05 Jan 2006|07:37pm] |
guilt.
- the smell of your hair
- walking in the rain
- puddles up to knees
- all hands on the bad one
fast forward.
- heart ache
- romance me ! !
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[07 Dec 2005|05:41pm] |
Ground rules: The first player of this "game" starts with the topic "Five of My Weird Habits" and the people who get tagged need to then write a LJ entry about their five quirky little habits as well as state the rules of this game clearly. At the end, you need to list the five people you want to tag.
My Five Weird Habits:
1. Sometimes I get in really weird moods, usually brought on by hangovers, and cut my hair into beautiful creations. Such as my lovely mullet.
2. I really like not changing my underwear and seeing how smelly my vagina can get.
3. Buying Jane magazine just to get upset at how stupid and pro-womanizing it is.
4. Always touching my crotch. Just cause it is comfortable.
5. Picking tobacco out of my teeth is really fun. It is one of the reasons why i roll my own. That, and I'm cheap.
[Whenever i drive alone, i look at the last 3 letters of license plates and try to turn them into a word or an acronym (I DO THIS TOO!!!]
i tag:
no one.
I'm against "golden rules"
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[16 Nov 2005|03:58pm] |
last night my beauty of a car got broken into.
sad to say, all the cds are gone.
however my ART SUPPLIES and cd player isn't gone.
oh, and they left the ciggs. how sweet of them.
my fingers are now made of glass.
this stalking works better once i find out where you live.
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[30 Sep 2005|03:52pm] |
AUBURN SKATE CONNECTION TONIGHT.
be there or be [not skating with me] square.
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[05 Sep 2005|07:06pm] |
the last lights of christmas on the sumner bridge.
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