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2005 7 January :: 10.05am
:: Mood: content
Oh hello, darling.
I woke up kind of late this morning, so I was like... ew. and... Josh came... and picked me up. CRAZY STUFF OKAY? I accidently locked my phone while we were driving to school and I was trying EVERYTHING in the WORLD to get it unlocked. The code was 4 numbers and I was like "How many possible combinations could there be?" So I'm sitting there... it's been like 10 minutes trying to figure it out, and Josh goes... "Try 2825." ... HA! It worked.
Today... wow. hm. ew.
I MISS JOSH! Miller. It's been.. like... 2 1\2 hours.
I miss belverio.
I have a lot of stalls to clean tonight.
Josh might come over soon. Tonight? Who knows.
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greyXmatter
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2005 6 January :: 5.46pm
:: Mood: good
:: Music: [Brad Paisley]
oh wow.
today.
was.
a...
day.
I got into school and I felt extremely vulnerable, and I don't know why. I have those days like... once every two months and I HATE them with ungodly passion. I felt as if I'd totally fucking die if I looked at someone or they looked at me. Gross. I felt very uneasy.
Today was a day.
Lets see... I stained Josh's truck like mad. HA! It's like as big as my hand. I'M GONNA BRING OXY CLEAN IN TOMORROW AND SCRUB IT! Oh wow, I hate myself.
Anywhens.
I uh...
I really... like Josh... a lot. I'm so happy we're together. :]
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greyXmatter
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2005 5 January :: 8.43pm
:: Mood: amused
if you could only see what I was wearing.
red, white, black plaid pants
green tank top
red, black, gray, whatever flannel shirt
hair down
bright green john deere trucker hat. sporting the backward.
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greyXmatter
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2005 5 January :: 5.26pm
:: Mood: weird
:: Music: [Dust on the Bottle]
I have a question. Feel free to answer if you'd like. When you tell me... that... I could do better. Or no, let me re-phrase that. "...Ew. I thought you had better taste than him." or "You deserve better." ...What exactly do you mean? Better than what? Someone who cares about me? ...or... Someone who wants to know what I'm thinking, and wants to know me? Or perhaps you mean someone who isn't afraid to call me by name and tell me I look amazing in my nitty gritty. Is that it? Or do you mean that I deserve better than someone who doesn't just want a piece of ass and someone to call "their chick", and makeout with in the halls to prove that he can get a girl? Yeah... I think I'm okay, guys. I think he's really... really wonderful.
So I guess my question is this:
What DO I deserve that's better than him?
People piss me off sometimes.
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greyXmatter
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2005 5 January :: 9.42am
:: Mood: blah
It's... been a day. I'm hungry. I don't feel good. and I look like a dirty secretary. I bought jeans for TWELVE BUCKS ON SALE at some store... I think it was pacsun. It was kind of amazing because you can't find decent fitting jeans ANYWHERE for less than 40 bucks. These are great. and comfy. So I'm wearing my jeans which doesn't boost the dirty secretary look, but I'm wearing a really tight tanktop and a button-up white shirt with a collar and cuffs. So bite me, loves. I'm dirty. and I'm a secretary.
People love me in this school. They either love me, or they hate me. I don't understand it. I'm so easy to be friends with, you just can't be a douche. If I'm friends with you, its all good. If I'm not....either... you didn't introduce yourself... or you're a douche. HA!
I'm loving him a lot.
OW, CARPAL TUNNEL.
That would suck.
I smell french toast, and I don't like french toast very much.
I almost vomitted this morning.
Puked.
UP-CHUCKED...
...What have you.
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