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| 11:02pm 11/04/2005 |
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Okay, real post. I've had an extremely interesting week. It's really weird not having my family around because I talk to them ALLLLLL the time. I just spent about and hour talking with them on the phone, except it was sad because they are in the very beautiful Vancouver B.C. and I'm doing mounds of homework and napping curled up in a ball in a very silent, very empty house. I'm not saying I don't like being alone, because a little aloneness is good, but everything just feels so weird when there is no noise and no people for an extended period of time. There isn't even an annoying little sister to blast amazingly bad music through the floor...for for that matter, wind, or rain, or tweeting little birds, just the hum of the computer and the ANNOYING kitchen lights.
Meg, that dream was so screwed up, I thought of more that I didn't tell you. THAT was one long dream. Thank you for letting me tell you. I will remember for all time now.
I pretty much ate cereal all day long. Except for that piece of pesto pizza, which yes, I did buy at the Co-op and I don't care because I like it and decide to splurge every-once-and-a-while so all you Co-op boycotters can just not hate me for that. I came home and had some granola and then a little while later, I had a small bowl of cheerios, and then an hour or two later I had a little bowl of healthy yummy cereal, and then recently I had a very small bowl of more cheerios. I feel like I ate a lot of cereal, but they were all very small bowls, so I don't feel bad, just cerealed out.
I wish I could post what I really care about on here, but I don't think I ever will.
It's very quiet. I guess I'll go read until I die. |
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| Those Bastards |
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| 05:37pm 11/04/2005 |
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Some loser(s) ripped off/bent the left front end of my bumper in the Hastings parking lot yesterday while I was buying books with my Canadian potter friend. They didn't even leave a sorry note or a number. I thought that was rude. Sigh.
I'm sorry Krissy, your baby got hurt a little. I'm sure she'll get better soon though. The parents just have to get home. |
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| She's controling my brain activity |
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| 09:53pm 05/04/2005 |
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I ate pancakes for dinner. I'm irritated by the fact that I can't count on dinner at my house. Some days, I decide that I will fend for myself because I don't want to wait until 9 at night to see if anyone is going to make dinner and then my dad ends up making dinner. Then, there are the days where I do wait and nothing ever happens and I just nibble on cashews or something else relatively small-ish. pancakes are good. My dad is now making chicken...my family is so weird.
I've decided that school will be really good tomorrow. I'm going to wake up and take a shower and feel really good, and then I will take my beautiful clean self and go to school and have a wonderful day. I hope everyone else has a great day too. |
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| DOOM ON YOUR SOUL! |
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| 10:43pm 27/03/2005 |
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I figured it would give me something to do....and...people like hearing about themselves, so it's a good thing. Why does it make people feel bad to put things in their journal like this and feel they have to blame/give credit to who they took it from. I TOOK IT FROM MEG, because hers was the prettiest.
[01] Reply with your name and I will write something about you.
[02] I will then tell you what song/BAND reminds me of you.
[03] Next, I will tell you who you remind me of, celebrity/animated or otherwise.
[04] Last, I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
[05] Put this in your journal |
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| Getting to know you |
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| 10:19pm 27/03/2005 |
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I love my parents. I love them so much I don't even know how other people get through their lives without them. |
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| 10:00pm 20/03/2005 |
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I constantly feel like I'm wasting my time. |
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| Back from the Tri-Cities |
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| 10:33am 18/03/2005 |
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I am back, but sadly I do not have any pictures. I left that all up to Xenia because I'm a big fat lazy fat-ass. Hey, speacking of lazy fat-asses, has anybody (besides Xenia and Sara of course) heard that song by Harry Chapin with the fat watress and beautiful lady that an old man had slept with and how the fat-ass watress wanted to be beauftiful and there was a line that went like, "I wish I weren't so god damn fat, or you were half way blind." Man, what an intresting song/ballad/story/thing/whatever. We listened to a whole Harry Chapin CD on the way home, and I found it strangely pleasent. As for the trip, it was good, but I've decided that I am ultimately and possitively not a coutry chirstian music person. Xenia has some interesting documentary. I'm scared.
MEG! MY LOVE! PLAY! WHEN? I MISS YOU!...I'll call you.
That's about it for now. I'm glad to be home. |
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| Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo |
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| 09:03pm 08/03/2005 |
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I just posted mine because I've never seen spider man dance and I thought you all should all experience this as well because I know you are bored....you're on live journal. |
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| 03:51pm 03/03/2005 |
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Umm...the person's car broke down. So all the important information in the last post will be changed. Don't come. It will take place on the 11th and it won't be at my house I don't think. I will post later.... |
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| Landmark Education |
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| 03:57pm 02/03/2005 |
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DEAR ANYONE...yes, even people I don't know,
To all who care, thre is a very weird but interesting thing that is called Landmark forum. I've mentioned it so many times I feel like a preacher/cult leader. That is not my goal. Tomorrow, being 7pm on Thursday March 3rd at my house, located 1024 ElCajon, there is a Landmark introduction. If you ended up going to the landmark forum it might change your life drastically, but I don't know because I've never been. It will go till 9:30. I'm not telling you what it's about because firstly I'm tired of doing that and secondly because that is why you would come, merely to find out what I'm talking about. If you plan on coming, even if you've already told me, please post saying you are doing so. THEN AGAIN, if you don't post, that doesn't exclude you from coming. This is not my thing. Think of it as....a local introduction of this thing. It normally happens in Spokane every 2-3 weeks. You are also welcome to go with my parents at any of those times if you miss this one and still are interested in knowing about whatever the hell I'm talking about. You only need to bring yourself. It doesn't cost anything, I don't want anything of you but that you come. Thank you.
You can also go here
http://www.landmarkeducation.com
But it looks creepy if you go that way. |
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| Arabian Killer Intellectual Samurai Seaman |
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| 11:44pm 01/03/2005 |
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I don't think I'm a very good live journaler. I don't actually want to tell anybody anything. I guess I just feel like I talk all the time when I'm around people so I don't need to ramble on and on on here. And when I am talking to people, I don't tend to make any sense, or I'm making a fool of myself because I've said something stupid. This paragraph doesn't even make much sense. I'm just so confusing. I think that's one of my glitches in my writing style and most likely why I never get a perfect grade on English papers.
People like Sara, at least the previous Sara, are people that make me want to be great. If they can strive and be great and get things done and care, then I can surely care as well. But I guess some life altering event will have to smack me in the ass before I get off it.
I'm renaming my cat chubbaka. Good thing I only have to call it that and not spell it, because I don't know how.
Every day is a great day. My relationship with my life is a good one. I'm fairly compatible pretty much all the time with a few minor arguments here and there. They don't normally last very long anyway. Thank you life for being so nice.
I only want one thing. |
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| Invisible Solid |
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| 12:17pm 27/02/2005 |
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My weekend was indeed action packed, but I'm too lazy to really tell you all about it here. I think I will try to sum it up.
Friday: I went Jazz Festing. It was sunny. Later, Sara Young and I ate 5 pounds of raviolis and then fell asleep watching the history channel. I really wanted to keep watching though, I was just too tired. Her dad called at 1-ish and I took her home.
Saturday: Sara Bunting and I went Jazz Festing together. We danced. She helped me make a cake for my dad at her house. She came to dinner at my house to celebrate my dad's birthday. She left to go baby sit. Jenny came too, but just for dinner. I then went to The Vagina Monologues with Meg, Brice, Bethany and Xenia. It was pretty interesting. They gave us free condoms and luna bars. I forgot the tickets, so Meg and I, when we had just left Pullman, turned around and headed back...but uhh...we ran into some trouble. I'm sure she'll tell you. We came home when the show was over. Brice came for cheesecake and was also raped by our new chair, and then he left to go blow something up. Meg and I stayed and watched Kill Bill, but I fell asleep I guess.
Sunday: Meg was gone when I woke up. Sorry dude. I didn't MEAN to fall asleep. |
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| 11:28pm 23/02/2005 |
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I really really really don't feel good. I couldn't talk a while ago, and I cried. I hate feeling like shit...understandably. My nose hurts a lot, and I haven't done any of my homework. It's 11:27. I worked it all out and decided that I could away with not doing any of it. I could do my math during my free period during science tomorrow while I eat breakfast and then beg sympathy from Mrs. Erickson and then do my history during lunch. I then decided that would suck a whole bunch. I think I just get it over with tonight...or at least part of it, even if it kills me.
In other news, I don't think Eldar is here for Jazz Fest this year, which makes me very sad. He kicked major ass with his super fricken cool piano playing ability. I wanted to buy him lunch last year, but instead I just drooled all over myself and stared blankly at his forehead until he left and went back to Russia. Not really. If he's really not here, I'll probably go on with my life and hope for next year.
I wrote a bunch of books (book titles) on my hand the other day and it was all scribbly because I was standing up. It took up most of my hand. Today, it looks really creepy and gross. I hate looking diseased.
WAIT, I am diseased.
On the news tonight, there was a story about an abusive baby sitter. They had video footage of this horrible girl beating these poor innocent babies and making them cry and she would through them around and carry them by their feet. It was creepy.
I think that's all for tonight. Happy birthday tim, minus 25 minutes. |
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| 09:38pm 22/02/2005 |
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I wrote a whole bunch of stuff, and then I erased it all. Where do you go, when you don't want to tell your friends or your parents or your siblings, or even your cat? Strangers? maybe.
Think how easy it would be to walk up to someone you didn't know and tell them everything on your mind.
I feel stuffy and unpleasant. I wish I never had to go to math again. |
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| AHHH! |
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| 10:47am 18/02/2005 |
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Alright, first I have to admit that I've been watching the shopping channel for too long, but it's just so insane. I bet women all of the world and taking the husband's credit card and charging it to there QVC account willy nilly on this huge fricken gold ring. They're $4,000 with matching $2,000 earrings. WHAT ARE THESE PEOPLE DOING! THEY HAVEN'T EVEN TRIED THEM ON YET! And WHO has ALL that MONEY! The woman's hands that are showing it off aren't even pretty. They're all old and she's got that nasty french manicure going on. I'm done yelling now. WAIT! NOW she's complaining that she didn't have a 'real' gold ring until she was in her twenty's. Who does she think she is? Wow, those are really pretty though. STOP CECE! What are you thinking! THEY'RE $500! There are 116 diamonds in them though. Not that that means anything to me. They have matching everything on this show. I'm really going now.
ooooo...pretty.... |
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| just another day |
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| 06:25pm 17/02/2005 |
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I love coming here and typing and really only writing about what I think is interesting. No one else cares really, and that's fine with me. I've found that a lot of things are fine with me and it makes life boring. I don't care what people think, I don't care what people do. I don't care if people don't like me just because my hair is brown or because I don't follow the group wherever it goes. I do care, but only to a point. You have to care a little bit at least, or you are just this mindless pile of junk. If people don't come up to you and say, "hey, you're cool," it doesn't mean that you are the most stupid, unloved person in the world. Most people go around thinking that they are so uncool when in reality there are only a few people who rise above the common uncool folk just because they are extremely sociable. I hate how meanness is attractive to people. I personally dislike mean people. God high school is so stupid. Sometimes I wish I could go live on a hill and be a herder. But instead of herding sheep, I would herd big fluffy 30 pound cats. They would be afro cats. Basically, all you would see from far away is this giant fluffy ball skipping through the grass. Wouldn't that be happy? I would get lonely of course as most people would. If I was enjoyable to be around, I would invite the lonely people of the world to come and have a movie marathon with me. I'll just be at my house, trampolining and eating muffins. Anyone can stop by, I swear. I'm not joking. My parents are nice too. I'm not begging, just offering. To anyone that I bug the crap out of or annoy until the little man in there head explodes, I apologize.
That's all....for now.... |
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| NO NOT ANOTHER ONE! RUN AWAY! |
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| 10:15pm 15/02/2005 |
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1. If you read this,
even if i don't speak to you often,
you must post a memory of me.
2. It can be anything you want, it can be good or bad, just so long as it happened.
3. Don't tell me I'm stupid for putting this in my journal...well I guess you can if you want. |
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