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[12 Dec 2009|06:55pm] |
You'd be surprised how much you like the person you have become becuase of the things you wish had never happened.
(At least... I am.)
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[03 Oct 2009|09:30pm] |
Maybe I know, somewhere
Deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we've got to find other ways
To make it alone
Or keep a straight face
And I've always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable distance
And up until now
I had sworn to myself that I'm content
With loneliness
Because none of it was ever worth the risk
But darling...
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
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| Elegant Bride magazine :-P |
[22 Sep 2005|05:03pm] |
"There is a pretty girl
on the
Face
of the magazine
And
all I see
is my dirty
hands
turning the page"
Don't be worried :-P
Anyway, I should get back to the art of beauty. Sketcbook is due tomorrow....
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| wow. close call. |
[14 Sep 2004|06:06pm] |
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I just wrote an entire entry, and then deleted all of it. As in, it was a long one... and incredibly transparent. Incredibly. It was almost posted...
This whole disconnected feeling I have going on... must not be an entirely good thing, but it's giving me a whole new perspective. I wasn't thinking about everyone else, and what they'd say to what I was writing, or what they would think about what I thought.
Now, you need to understand. I don't write for things for other people, but I do look over my stuff, and make sure that I'm not going to hurt anyone with what I say, that I won't make anyone worry...
I had forgotten for a while.
It felt like, I could be completely honest, and it wouldn't matter what others thought, because it was real.
(I had to remind myself, I'm not upstairs in my room. What I write here is not private, it can be... but I don't use that option. It's the internet, everything can be broken.)
I know, I sound like some privacy maniac. It's just... in my last entry, I wrote about this feeling... here is an effect.
I like art. I can be real, and no one could ever decipher it.
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| rain. our favorite topic. |
[30 Aug 2004|03:20pm] |
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I really love the rain guys. There is nothing like it. I know, this is an overdone topic, but I can't help it. This will be long, lame and pointless... I'm sorry.
I love getting soaked.
Rain is the anecdote of every good spiritual occurence. Blessing. Worship. Renewal. Rain it down.
Then again, we also say that we "want to be on fire." So I guess the spiritual side isn't always good enough on earth. Since jumping into a real fire, wouldn't give us more passion. So setting aside all symbolism... and behind a cut for legnth...
( rain is good. )
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| peices of me. |
[19 Aug 2004|03:58pm] |
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So I had my senior pictures today. He took a lot. It wasn't bad. I wanted to get grilled chicken ceaser salads from mcdonalds for lunch, but we didn't have any cash.
So I came h ome, with my proofs, and my parents had to take off to Utica. So again, I'm all alone. And I had WAY too much for lunch. Actually, I intended to eat a lot more. But I got full really fast. Then I got wicked sick. I went upstairs to get something and fell on my bed... out of breath. I didn't move for another hour and a half.
Now I'm downstairs. And awake. and I feel a little better. My headache is gone... I don't know why I'm getting so many of them.
Problem is, I still feel ready to die, but I have to get moving... cleaning and such.
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| faded memories and unknown joy |
[24 Jun 2004|12:34pm] |
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...rachel is sleeping |
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I've been cleaning my room, well... not really. I've been going through old pics that need to go on my wall. It was really fun. I was especially suprised when I found pics that Joanna gave me from our school visit to the High Peaks... it was beautiful... I mean, the mountains. :-P
I'm going to stop rambling about things no one else understands. *mischevious giggle*
Anyway, that was fun. The pics were mostly from past summers. Which led me to thinking... what am I doing this summer.
Visiting Cali.
What else? I'll make a list.
Things I want to do/ places I want to go this summer:
~Cali will be fun. But it will fly by. I declare it.
~Visit Boldt Castle... I haven't been there in ages.
~Go to the Enchanted Forest (duh)
~Have a spontaneous day. As in, meet pple at a place, any place, and just... go. Eventually, coming back. No plans, just go.
~Make clothes.
~Get a pretty dress.
~Play dress up with brittany and take pictures... can we, britt!!? PLLEEEEEEAAAAAAAASE!
~C l e a n m y r o o m. blah. uh... clean my room, and make it fun? hmm... Who wants to come and watch me clean my room!? Didn't think so...
~Have a water baloon "fight."
... This summer is going to fly by. I can feel it. Any other ideas of things to do? (Once I'm back from Cali.)
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| chipped nail polish and baby faces... |
[01 Jun 2004|05:51pm] |
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Rachel singing... the most beautiful song I've ever heard |
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It's June. June 1st. Hello June... be kind to me.
My subject has nothing to do with this entry. So I'll explain. My nail polish is chipped. I need to paint them again.
And Rachel and I made faces at eachother through dinner. Could she be anymore beautiful?
So... Joanna and I made a catapult. It doesn't really work. We are losers. We are working on it.
It's June... I'm entering 16... and leaving 17. Oh geez... I'm going to be seventeen... like the magazine... I guess there really isn't much more to say about that... besides...
Look out Hollywood.
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| im alive... |
[11 May 2004|08:14pm] |
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Oliver James |
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I'm having this sudden urge to be nothing other than me, and forget what everyone else things. I will have fun at prom. I love my dress, who cares if it's not the prettiest thing I've ever seen? Who cares if no one else likes it?
That's what I get from listening to Oliver James... and playing with Rachel. That beatiful little girls rubs dandelions all over her, and still gets her yellow face to make a grin that would win anyone over to what she wants.
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| Time for a real entry. |
[22 Mar 2004|07:37am] |
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Coffie maker in Mr. C's room. |
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I could just write a whole bunch of events in here... and that would be ok... but it would still be kinda fake... So this is weird, doing it at school but...
Let's see where it takes us ;)
So, as my friends have pointed out to me many times before... I've been really distant lately... I'm in another world altogether. And I don't know what to say about it. I want a story guys. I real one. Something interesting enough that it would be some TV show. Even if it's a story I can't tell anyone. Or maybe I'm watching too much TV. But still... I want something amazing.
That was real. Boring, but real.
Better luck next time. Sorry.
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| Girl... |
[16 Mar 2004|06:56pm] |
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I was sick today, and I cried.
I watched Roswell and I cried. I tell you, I get more like a girl everyday.
The funny thing was, I loved it.
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[17 Feb 2004|10:33am] |
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MJ ska stuff... thanks brit ;) |
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I think I should go get dressed.
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| No time... |
[12 Feb 2004|08:41pm] |
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typing sounds... of the busy fingers |
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I really don't have time to be writing a journal entry... I have to write ten pages about dolphin friendly tuna.
I'm a ... I can't even think of the word, this is stressing me out wicked... oh well, i put things off, because i am a MORON!
Oh well, It's getting done (it hasnt started.)
I just havent had an entry in a while... and this is a really bad entry cuz I'm biffing everything today.
So bye!
Leave some encouragement, if you have it. :-/
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