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[21 Sep 2007|10:47am] |
Newwwww journal
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[27 Jan 2007|03:05pm] |
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"Carry On" - Blessed by a Broken Heart. |
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I'm considering a lot of things, many of which are destructive to the current personality and lifestyle and reputation I have, but it's almost like I could care less, anymore. If ever.
I'm loathing the thought of moving on to my senior year with a B in my English class, but A's in everything else. What happened? English was always my best subject. I'm not thinking about a pass/fail grade, but a percentage. I was 3% away from a 90%, which is an A.
Thinking about doing a cheap photo op for Aaron's band tonight, I'm not quite sure, though. It all depends on whether or not I actually get over there. Hmm..
I'm sick of hearing about Fall Out Boy and people saying that they're going to "Fall Out Boy Hell" for listening to the leak of Infinity on High. It's retarded. Better than their older stuff, but retarded.
So, it's been Silverchair for me for the past week. Well, Silverchair and Fear Before the March of Flames, and I'm still obsessed with Dave Marion, like that's ever gonna change. Haha :/
I had a math competition and I got 2/20 questions right, that's pathetic, even when I know I could've done way better on it. Ugh. The easiest one on there just had to be the longest one on there, what the hell, that's retarded. I've decided that maybe I need to do more Algebra homework.
Still deciding course selection for next year. Definitely taking Pre-Calculus, AP English and American Government. I'm debating on whether or not I want to take Drawing and Painting and Ceramics, along with the advanced courses of each. I mean, computer graphics is my field, but, I know that I'm gonna have to step it up with my drawings. Yuck, yuck, yuck. If only we had photography. Maybe I'll take Introduction to Graphic Communications... probably.
What a joy life is right now..
send me music.
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[15 Oct 2006|08:42pm] |
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Desperate Housewives. |
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I made one of Rachael's recipies and I spilled it on the dog, and now I'm saaad.
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[07 Aug 2006|01:18am] |
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Joanna Newsom "Sprout and the Bean" |
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Sug?
Noone calls me "sug" or has that sweet sincerity anymore. You know what I'm talking about... They make you feel at home, or at least try, and they call you any and every term of endearment. I should be used to it by now, I've had friends from the south and treated me with that stereotypical Southern Hospitality.
patterns we all come to know and love.
t=thought. w=words. s=sentence. i=imagination. l=logic. z=letters
t+l+z=w
2tlw=s
si=amazing.
I tried to write out my thoughts
and they were much too jumbled and
I just don't like how my writing
changes with the mood I'm in...
I've been offered to smoke left and right these past couple of days and I'm sick of it. I really am. I don't want to be labeled straight-edge, but I don't want to do drugs. It's all overrated. Or I just don't get it.
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[27 Jul 2006|06:26am] |
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The Verve "Bittersweet Symphony" |
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Bring back the nineties, please.
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[08 Feb 2006|10:27pm] |
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"haligh haligh a lie haligh" bright eyes |
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I am the queen of mixing messages.
Why? You ask/wonder.
Because, I am always confused about what people say and how they mean it.
Anyways.
I stared at the concrete as I made my way to that dreadful place they like to call "school." My eyes turned to the sky, maybe to appreciate the possibility that the sky might have a pleasing blue hue. To my unfortunate surprise: the blue was desaturated to become the same hue as the sidewalk I walked upon. So I stared back at the ground, my shoes going in and out of my sight. The music of Birght Eyes was playing. And so my journey ended with:
"Haligh, haligh an awful lie, this weight must be satisfied, you offer only one reply, you know not who I am."
Soothing. Quiet. Yet, it was... thought-provoking. His voice made me want to walk a little slower and think a little deeper.
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[24 Jan 2006|08:54am] |
Dated: December 26, 2005
And life goes on.
With or without people. With or without friends. It always goes on. And you can move with it, or you can sit there, and you can try to collect yourself like dust sitting on a wood finish table. You win some, you lose some. And that goes for everything.
[.including.friends.]
Dated: December 27, 2005
The beauty of it all is, that there is no beauty. Just what we are taught is beautiful. The price of the "beautiful" American image is a few botox injections, a couple liposuctions and a face life. I guess most of us are too stupid to realize that we can't look like Barbie. It's impossible to do it. Haven't we gotten that through our thick skulls yet? Apparently not, it still hasn't penetrated the skin of the scalp. Who really wants to be
[.plastic.]
It's all our world revolves around. Credit cards are made of it. Materialistic is what the American society is. And everything we try and make of it is usually
[.useless.]
Why can't we just make the best of what we've got while we still have it.
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[24 Dec 2005|11:33pm] |
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It's safe to say I love my layout
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[31 Oct 2005|05:18am] |
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No me gusta Hawthorne Heights.
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[01 Sep 2005|10:25pm] |
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'Devils" 69 eyes |
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Come to thinking about it, I could sit in front of the tv all day long and watch updates on Katrina. I could sit there and watch these poor, helpless, dying people, or I could go out and forget that it ever happened. I'm not sure which one's right. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do. It's saddening, sickening and horrifying to watch these people suffer through Hell. They'd better get rewarded in the end. I don't care how it is. I just hope that someone gives them something in turn for the hardships they've had to endure. Noone that's safe truly understands how the stranded feel. They don't know what it's like to be raped in public. They don't know what it's like wondering "When will I get my next meal? When will I get my next glass of water? Is my family safe? Can it possibly get any worse? When will help arrive?" etc., etc. I mean, yeah, we've faced our hard times, but we'll never have anything compared to this.
These past five years have gradually gotten worse and worse. We went from 9.11.01, to the Iraqi war, to this.. what's next? Are we ever going to get through this? Is relief coming for us?
I don't even know how long I can take this. I can be one of those people who just sits there in front of the tv, watching. Waiting. Hoping. Thinking that maybe. Just maybe. Someone will get help. At this current time, I hope someone is getting help. That someone sick is getting medical treatment. That someone is boarding a bus to Dallas. That someone's getting a bottle of water or a bite of food. I hope that someone's reuniting with their family. It makes you wonder.. "Are our lives really worthy of being called a 'living Hell'?" Are they really worth that title when people are dying in the streets, literally. Left and right. The dead are among those people.
Someone was told to "move that dead body before it starts to smell." You want to know who that dead body was? Her husband. Imagine your fucking dead spouse in the middle of the street and someone coming along, telling you to move him/her before he/she starts to smell. Right while your grieving and mourning your loss. I can't imagine that.
I can't imagine the shit they go through just to survive another day. They don't want to die like that. They want help. They want to live to see electricity, clean and running water, healthy food, they want a shower. They want a bed to sleep in. They want to be safe. Yet, we supposedly can't provide that for them. We can go down and send every resource we have to save them. The president says that we are. Like I'm gonna believe him. He's full of crap. I don't care if I have to give respect for him. His approval ratings are the lowest they've ever been. And he's sitting in office, going "HM. HOW CAN WE MAKE THIS WORSE?!" New Orleans will take years to recover from this natural disaster...
And just think..that's only natural.
Think about what humans can do.
Nuclear missles.
Bombs.
Tanks.
Guns.
Our complex minds simply can't handle the devastation.
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[29 Aug 2005|06:18pm] |
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[22 Jun 2005|07:58pm] |
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That.. kinda scares me?
( mehhh )
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[29 May 2005|11:31am] |
my new journal is here
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