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| 10:36pm 18/01/2007 |
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make it stop |
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| 11:35pm 16/01/2007 |
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if wishing death on people is a sin, then i am going to hell a thousand times.
ask me if i care. |
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| fuck off. |
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| 09:41pm 15/01/2007 |
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blah blah blah 2006 decided to throw me into a jungle of my own emotions and 2007 took a big fat shit on my head. i suppose i did this to myself so if you would like to come over and say "i told you so," you know where i live. |
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| 11:40pm 21/12/2006 |
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I AM GOING FUCKING CRAZY. SOMEBODY PLEASE KILL ME. |
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| 10:31pm 30/11/2006 |
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myyyyyyy baby likes to shoot pool :) |
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| 01:33pm 23/11/2006 |
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i am thankful for all the dirty skank hoes in the world... i won't mention any names. |
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| 01:23pm 04/11/2006 |
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there is not a word in the english language strong enough to express the hatred that i have for people in general these days. leave me the fuck alone. if you don't like me then don't come to my page and read my fucking shit; i don't want to hear your opinions. i don't want to know what you have to say. i don't give a fuck what you think about me or my life or anything at all, for that matter. stop wasting your time trying to hurt me because you can't.
i can't even fucking type anymore. i don't care. |
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| 10:39pm 02/11/2006 |
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they don't know nothin' bout us. |
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| 11:57pm 31/10/2006 |
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so i've been really working on this new thing; it's called "drawing a line between people who are friends and people who are fuckers." say whatever you want about me behind my back --i know what you talk about with your awesone friends and i know what you really think, reguardless of the fake ass image you try to put on in front of me. sure, i'll be nice; i'll be polite. but deep down inside of me, i know that i can not trust most of you as far as i can throw you. i really wish that you would all just mind your own fucking business and maybe stop being such hypocrites... but whatever, you know? if you feel the need to be hideously fake to me, go right ahead. you aren't fooling anyone but yourselves. |
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| life is going down the tubes these days. |
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| 10:10pm 17/10/2006 |
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so i just got my 5 week report and uhh... the only thing above a 60 was physics, which was a 90. the funny thing is that i really was trying my hardest. i'm going to arizona in two days and i might decide to never come back. |
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| ewww, school :( |
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| 08:11pm 29/08/2006 |
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semester 1
resource (thank you jesus)
trigonometry
us history
english
physics
resource
sculpture
gym/resource
semester 2
local history
trig
us history
english
physics
gym/resource
war&holocaust
printmaking
i don't have a real lunchhhhhhhhhh :(
but i am excited about all the resources.
and local history.
and physics.
but not that excited.
dramafest 06-07, here i come. |
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| 12:29am 17/08/2006 |
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dude, fuck livejournal, becuase every single thing about it pisses me the fuck off. for real. |
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| 09:39am 20/07/2006 |
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oh, i just wanted to let everyone know how cool i think it is that i am grounded for the rest of the summer just because i slept out last night and my mom told me at the begining of the week "no sleepovers this week." ok, so i didn't listen; punish me. i deserve it. but the whole summer? please.
if anyone ever writes a book on parenting, just give my mom a copy of it. that would be sweet. |
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| 02:45pm 23/06/2006 |
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yeah that's funny to me becuase you all really have room to talk, i mean with calling me a whore and everything. you're sooo mature, but really i told you before and i will say it again, i could not care less that you are trying to make the whole entire world hate me. i'm not sure why, but it seems like people are taking sides in this, i'm glad that you are like, recruiting a bunch of dumb sluts to support you. birds of a feather, i guess. to sum it up, i am done with this, for real, i am done. i have my own opinion about you, and you are entitled to yours, just try to grow up a little bit because it's getting old. |
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| 01:35pm 21/05/2006 |
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yesterday was the best day! we left nick's at like 730 in the morning, came home and slept until like 1230. courtney picked us up at like 3 and we went to that thing, i don't know what it was called but it was SUPER FUN. sara, j, seamus, and mike played the best songs known to man, plus sara's mom, i'm not going to try to spell her name, who is the sweetest lady ever. so many sublime songs :)
ummm, there was so much food and grown-ups there. it was molly's birthday and, surprisingly, she wasn't crazy drunk. but her and courtney are still dancing fools almost all the time. i finally saw andrea and she told me about that vietnam journey. shayne was rolling a cigarette in the front and everyone started coming over and yelling because they thought it was a joint, it wasn't awkward or anything. just kidding, it was. i felt bad becuase he didn't know anyone there, strangers are the scariest thing ever. but there was this asian guy there and he was secretly an insano guitar player. he was just standing off to the side all day video taping everything, then suddenly he whipped out this trendy white guitar and blew the whole circus tent away. it was nuts. rich made fun of me all day because he is a crotch.
but the ultimate highlight of the day was finally getting to see TANYA after 18237345861234 days. it was return of the sweet yarn head PLUS.................
WHAT A DAY |
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| 03:00pm 15/05/2006 |
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if this is how it's gonna stay, i think i would rather just remember how it was and go our separate ways, i don't feel anything. |
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| 02:01am 22/04/2006 |
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against me was short but fun, we had to leave early cuz courtney got sick. jeannine had to drive home from niagra falls and all i had to do was pay attention, courtney was sleeping in the back. at first it was easy, and then it got even easier, we had to stop at some places because courtney was sick obviously, but we were doing mad good. the signs were like "rochester 40 miles... rochester 28... rochester 15..." and then suddenly 45 minutes had gone by and we weren't even in rochester yet. for some reason we never saw any of the rochester exits... how? i don't know. and i don't understand how we didn't realize any sooner. if rochester is 15 minutes away, how do you drive for 45 minutes, not be in rochester, not see anymore rochester signs, and not notice? of course, that is what they get for putting me in charge of paying attention... i wouldn't have felt so bad if courtney wasn't so sick, all she wanted was to go home and throw up in her own toilet. if she wasn't sick i would have just laughed, you know, "hahah, we're lost and it's my fault, you guys are tired and i'm notttt, sucks to be you.." i don't know what i am talking about but i want to go for a walk and my parents are in the living room so i can't just walk out of the door. i was trying to be loud so they would wake up and go to bed but they wouldn't. plus i think it's raining? i am too paranoid to try and sneak out of the door with them right there becauseeee i'm shutting up now |
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| 11:53pm 17/04/2006 |
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oh my god, this house is so boring, i don't know what to do with myself. i have been here for like 3 days straight, there is no where to go and no way to get there.. i am so tired of watching dumb things on video google, or dumb movies, there isn't even anything to eat anymore because i have eaten all the leftovers and made all the soup. i'm not allowed to play nintendo anymore because my sister thinks i am going to break the controller, because it's hers, and i get too frustrated and i throw it at stuff, or put it on the floor and punch it. i thought that the super nintendo makers knew that people would do that, so they made it out of america's sturdiest plastic, but jeez, i guess i was wrong. someone please get me out of here, or at least bring over some jelly beans or a harp. |
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