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sweet right?
I really miss my red interior.
Grey is ugly.
I'll get over it, thanks mom & dad.
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| Events that have happened in the past 48 hours. |
[05 Feb 2006|03:59am] |
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Death Cab |
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1. Diagnosed with asthma, sweet right?
2. Old man at speedway smashed my car to hell.
3. Bought another super cute kitten.
4. Parents bought me a new car.
:)
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| Hell Yeah |
[28 Jan 2006|11:53pm] |
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Something big's gonna happen. You just wait.
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| straight edge doesn't make this better, but drugs make it worse. |
[13 Dec 2005|12:43am] |
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Main Entry: nos·tal·gia
Pronunciation: nä-'stal-j&, n&- also no-, nO-; n&-'stäl-
Function: noun
: a wistful or excessively sentimental yearning for return to or of some past period or irrecoverable condition
Last night I looked through my journal entries from 2002-now. I read of times that I would give the world to have now. When best friends stayed the night and we just chilled and played video games all night. Or when I was perfectly content with just being around certain people. There's some things about some people I'd prefer to never have known, and if you can figure this out --you really let me down, I mean really. I miss alot of you. I want my old life back. I want my friends back. What happened? Where did everyone go? Why did everyone get so busy yet i just stayed right here? Why is it so hard to just fit me in? All I want is some of your time. I'm so close to giving up.
I just need to get out of this place, I just need a break.
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[07 Dec 2005|11:13pm] |
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you have faith in nothing
you stand for nothing
you are nothing
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| this is the part when i stop moving foward |
[28 Nov 2005|01:59pm] |
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i don't give a shit about you or your life anymore. I give. fuck your friendship.
edit:
fuck your "friendship" acquaintanceship; our friendship died a long time ago.
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| you know who you are |
[06 Sep 2005|12:45am] |
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I can't wait until life smacks you in the fucking face.
Come back to reality; straighten the fuck up.
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| Just following suit. |
[31 Aug 2005|12:31pm] |
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This years schedule, only first semester since gc public schools suck.
1 - Personal Living - Petersen
2 - Print Tech 4 - Nitz.
3 - Print Tech 4 - Nitz.
4 - Nutrition/Foods 1 - Salach
5 - Statistics - Herman
6 - Visual Imaging - Mitoraj
locker # 1027
Comment if you schedule has any likenesses.
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| the bottom line. |
[22 Aug 2005|11:53pm] |
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All you really need are a few good friends.
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[13 Aug 2005|11:07am] |
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I gotta get out of this place.
I'll be gone till Thursday.
p.s. Yesterday on the freeway, my muffler fell off. Awesome, right?
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| fuck |
[29 Jul 2005|11:53pm] |
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Promises and apologies; two very crucial pieces of a relationship or a friendship. When both of these are meaningless, what else is left? What is there left to say? What kind of assurance can one really give to the other? What is 'staying true'?
p.s. don't make assumptions you stupid pieces of shit.
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[22 Jun 2005|11:13pm] |
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[21 Jun 2005|10:21pm] |
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fuck you |
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donnybrook |
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fuck my friends (this excludes a select few that do more than smoke weed.)
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| why do we fall? |
[21 Jun 2005|10:25am] |
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so we can learn to pick ourselves back up.
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| wait until light my dear, wait until light |
[06 Jun 2005|09:10pm] |
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let it die |
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I feel like shit. I'm lonely. My best friends haven't called me in weeks, they're all too busy smoking weed. fuck drugs, fuck alcohol, just smoke cigarettes. I have a green military cap because fuck you.
you're already dead motherfucker
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