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| 08:23pm 14/12/2003 |
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mood:  crazy
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yes. if you want to read my journal, add me and I'll add you. |
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| 10:41am 10/12/2003 |
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mood: crazy music: "white flag" dido
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Hugging. Its intimate, right? I love to hug. At home you hug your parents, your family, and your friends. But a real hug is when you hug your lover. Its more then just hugging someone you know because you know them intimately, in a way you can never know your friends. Hugging sounds so innocent, but its so much more. I'm not even saying sexually. But for me, hugs are so important. Its like a drug, I get so fulfilled by it.
For me a hug is even better then a kiss because you can kiss anyone, you're stimulated regardless. But a hug, its so common but to unique at the same time. When I hug someone I'm with I'm getting satisfaction and re-assurance.
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eeh.
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i was bored during my 9.00a lecture and i thought about hugging aaron, which is really pathetic 'cause we only hook up. -.- but if i hug him i'll get that momentary feeling of romance or something. In a two second hug I can just pretend. .. eh.
i need someone, which sucks because i've never needed anyone before. |
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| 02:17am 02/12/2003 |
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mood: crazy music: tatu "all the things she said"
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this.
damn you abercrombie and fitch.
i hate you.
$60 for a pair of wrinkled shorts is one thing, lord knows i own a few. but $350 for a blazor?!
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| 06:46pm 24/11/2003 |
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mood: chipper music: simon and garfunkel.. "i am a rock.. i'm an island."
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these are the leather gloves of my dreams.
for sure. |
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| 01:53am 22/11/2003 |
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mood:  crappy
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I came down from the heavens and proclaimed..
This journal is now FRIENDS ONLY.
If you're not on my friends list, you might as well just take me off. If you want to be on my friends list, leave me a message or something and I'll put you on. Yeah. |
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| happy hour.. |
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| 05:38pm 20/11/2003 |
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mood: crazy
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off to the bar with justine for happy hour.
good times to ensue?
i hope so.
im so going to have sex with gay dave. |
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| 04:09pm 20/11/2003 |
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mood:  frustrated
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I had a law test at 8am today.
Barely made it.
But I'm sure I did well.
Then since i finished early I went back to my room to sleep for a little while before my next class at 10.. I laid down at 9, planning to wake up at 930..`I woke up at 145. Yeah. And Linda calls and says she'd go to town with me 'cause I needed to go and cash my pennies. (don't ask).. Well, she says she can go, that she'll tell Amy we're in a hurry and to go over there, have a quick lunch at catch the next bus into town. Well, in the course of five minutes, she changed the plans without telling me.
So instead of the quick execution of eat and run. Its sit around and wait for Amy because Linda needs to register for her classes. So I'm sitting for like half an hour, wasting my time while she screams and curses at a computer thats not listening to her. Amy doesn't come because Linda left her a voicemail telling her that she was just going to eat with me. SO I WAITED THERE FOR NOTHING. NOTHING. I asked her, "Linda, do you know when the bank closes?" She like throws it off, "probably when all the other banks close." So she doesn't give a shit that the bank might be closed when the whole reason for me going into town was to GO TO THE BANK.
So I'm like (being the patient person I am) go, "So we'll just catch the 245 and eat after." And then she's all like "JUST GO! JUST GO."
its like, hello bitch, you said you would come with me, so i walked my ass to your fucking dorm and then sat around for like half an hour not doing anything. don't fucking yell at me while i was sitting there patiently. Homie don't play that. No No No. |
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| 06:49pm 19/11/2003 |
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i feel empty. like i have this massive gap thats missing from me, from my soul. it's like i can't feel anything.
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| 06:18pm 19/11/2003 |
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mood: cold music: darren hayes "insatiable"
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I still recall the taste of your tears
echoing your voice just like the ringing in my ears
my favorite dreams of you still wash ashore
scraping through my head 'till I don't want to sleep anymore
you make this all go away you make this all go away
I'm down to just one thing
and I'm starting to scare myself
you make this all go away
you make this all go way
I just want something
I just want something I can never have
you always were the one to show me how
back then i couldn't do the things that I can do now
this is slowly take me apart
Grey would be the colour, if I had a heart |
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| ........love is a dangerous angel. |
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| 10:47am 19/11/2003 |
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mood: calm music: fionna apple "criminal"
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i know i've mentioned this before, but one of the most amazing books that i have ever read has to be dangerous angels by francesca lia block its a compilation of her Weetzie Bat series... its.. breathtaking. literally. the first time i read it was in 9th grade. I almost died of a heart attack it was so great. an orgasm for the eyes. I've read that book so many times after it.. its a hefty read, but once you start you can't stop.. i've started reading it again, more slowly.. and its even better. its like.. her words can ignite flavors in your mouth.
anyhow. PICK IT UP. READ IT.
I've chosen some of my favorite quotes so far..
(..im soo weird.)
"Wake up," My Secret Agent Lover Man said, kissing her. But she was suffocated by roses that no one else saw- only their shadows showed on her lips and around her eyes.
"Weetzie," he said, kissing her mouth. "You are my Marilyn. You are my lake full of fishes. You are my sky set, my 'Hollywood in Miniature,' my pink Cadillac, my highway, my martini, the stage for my heart to rock and roll on, the screen where my movies light up," he said.
Dirk and Duck gazed at the ocean.
"How do you hear the water." Dirk asked Duck.
( i guess this needs clarification.. -.- Dirk and Duck are gay, and they're boyfriends, and Duck goes home to tell his mom and step dad about their relationship, and he tells Dirk about how his mother used to ask him how he heard the ocean and how he felt things. and Duck's family couldn't understand why he was gay, so they left and went to spend the night at a beach, and Dirk consoles Duck by asking him that.. i get chills..)
"Baby Jah-Love," Ping Chong sang. "Why are you so sad? Once I was sad like you. And then I met Valentine in a rain forest in Jamaica. He appeared out of the green mist. I had been dreaming of him and wishing for him forever. When I met Valentine I wasn't afraid anymore. I knew that my soul would always have a reflection and an echo and that even if we were apart- and we were for awhile in the beginning- I finally knew what my soul looked and sounded like. I would have that forever, like a miror or an echoing canyon."
This whole book is about finding love and the heart breaks that come along with it. Its about triumphant over everything that's painful and being happy.
Its a tear jerker.. but a happy tear jerker.
ps.. why is my roomate so fucking kick ass? |
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| 05:12pm 18/11/2003 |
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i have never been so humiliated in my entire life.
i cannot even go into detail about what happened, the thought of the very event brings me to the verge of vomiting myself.
all i can say is:...
BOYCOTT HESS GAS STATIONS. they have hicky, uneducated, going-nowhere behind the counter WHORES who for some apparent reason think they are better then everybody else. kindness goes a long way. too bad that inbred poisioned pussy of an asshole doesn't know that. |
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| 11:32am 18/11/2003 |
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mood: crazy
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Roar.
I woke up late this morning, hop scotched to ethics only to find it was just me and another girl getting taught about the philospher hobbes.. apparently i missed last class and everyone who showed up was given a wish, so they wished they could be ten mintes late to class and we could have breakfast in there. -.- roar.
i was so confused, my head began hurting.
anyhow.
i stared at mark seiger non-stop. he's gorgeous.
when koedderrmann asked me on a scale of 1-10 how happy i was i said .. uhm, 8? and mark seiger laughed.
then i laughed because that kid doesn't know i cut out his picture from the newspaper and taped it to my alarm clock. which i guess is really creepy but funny at the same time.
shit. if i were ever to do his laundry, i'd totally smell his underwear. ..omg. did i just say that?.. omg.
now i have to shit but my roomate is going to the bathroom. |
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| 03:39pm 17/11/2003 |
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music: fionna apple "criminal"
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http://www2.commercialcloset.org/cgi-bin/iowa/quicktime.html?record=257
I love, love, love that commercial. I wish it played in the states. -.-
Anyway, I met Chris from Real World Chicago last night. I never realized it before, but he is fucking gorgeous. I mean, melt in your pants hot. AND HE IS SO FUCKING NICE. this girl was like "can I come up and give you a hug?" and he's like "yeah!" and she runs up to the stage and tries to jump up but falls on her face. It was soo funny. And he like hugs her and tells everyone that she's going to have his baby.. and all that. it was nice.
and we took pictures. *ahem*.. yes.
me and this girl meghan took a picture with him (i must tell everyone this) and he just draped his arm around her, but he put his arm around me.. I was wet myself, i did. and as i was walking away, like two inches from his presence I go.. "omg.. i pee'd myself."..
yeah. i never did the teeny bopper thing.
it scares me. |
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| 11:42pm 16/11/2003 |
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UBNSCREWED2: u snored alot lastnight
UBNSCREWED2: lol
the dummy plug: i did? ha.
the dummy plug: i do not snore!
UBNSCREWED2: uh...yea you do
the dummy plug: no i don't. whatever.
UBNSCREWED2: trust me justine adn i were making fun of u for it
UBNSCREWED2: u werent real bad
the dummy plug: thats really bad. i never snore.
yeah. allegedly i passed out so bad they couldn't wake me up. and now, i'm informed that i'm a SNOREER!!.. what?!
i want to dress like that. for sure.
and i want to be asian like that. -.-
i want it. i want it. |
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| 05:48pm 16/11/2003 |
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yuck.
im still hung over.
im going to see chris from real world chicago tonight, he's speaking at my school.
my back is killing me and i'm cold as fuck.
UGH.
ramen for dinner. -.- |
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| 02:18pm 16/11/2003 |
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Last night was weird.
Bored out of our minds Linda and Justine came over. We watched finding nemo.. i've never seen it before, but I definately fell in love. Then.. my BFF KELLY MCKNIGHT (see my ppl2ppl entries.. circa 2001..) came to visit because, get this- her boyfriend's sister lives in Oneonta 'cause she went to the SUNY. And I know both her and her girlfriend because they're in the gay club. Small world. Small world. I am totally in love with them too.
So we went to their apartment. My entorage (.0) included linda, justine, and jeff.. weird ass kid. omg, anyway, get there, drink our minds away and then took the last bus back to campus.
where weird shit insued. thats all i have to say. |
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| 01:48am 15/11/2003 |
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mood: crushed
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Weirdest thing. Me and Linda and Justine bummed alchol from some boys. Mm. All you need is coke. Yeah. To sum it up?.. Severe buzzidness.. Random halls, random boys, random mockery of our dignity. My stomach hurts.
The coke is being pre-chilled and the tylenol downed.
Good times. |
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| friday night. |
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| 07:31pm 14/11/2003 |
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mood: complacent
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its hard being broke off your ass.
no parties tonight. -.-
ps. i hang out with asians now. i have succumb to the stereotype. !.! |
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