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greyXmatter

:: 2004 21 November :: 10.35am
:: Mood: mellow

I kind of miss my dad. ...ha. I never thought I'd say it... either did you. I was thinking about this the other night. Why the hell should I spend my life despising him and his wife? They just don't understand, and that's not their fault. It's how they were both raised. It's what they know. My father and his wife only know sucess. They don't know failure. I can't blame him for that. No one taught either of them failure. That's why they are the way they are. Buisness suits, fancy everything. They need perfection because it's what they've learned. I'm still acting really apathetic when it comes to giving him a call. Because I know where it will get me... and that's... nowhere. He doesn't understand my goals or my life. He doesn't understand where I'm going. Quite frankly, either do I. Right now I'm taking one day at a time. If that bothers him, let it bother him. I'll stay another 6 months from his house. He'll learn eventually that it's my life, and if I fuck it up, It's no one's fault but my own.

I know what I'm getting myself into.

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greyXmatter

:: 2004 21 November :: 10.32am

......o_0

silence is deafening.

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greyXmatter

:: 2004 20 November :: 9.15pm
:: Mood: bitchy

For Starters...
I don't care about your name, so let's skip that, ok?: haha, nice.
Instead, what's the best thing anyone has ever called you?: People don't call me things.
How old do you feel?: 15
How old do you look?: 16
How tall is your best friend?: Josh is 5' 7" i think, and sara is 5' 2"
What color hair did your 5th grade teacher have?: black
What color are your father's eyes? I don't know, I havent seen him since June. I forget a lot about him. That reminds me, I have to write something about him in my next entry..
Where do you wish you lived?: Colorado or Arizona.

A Bit Deeper Now...
Do you remember your dreams?: Always.
If so, tell me the one that disturbed you the most: I wrote all of this already. But I accidently Xed off... I don't feel like typing it again.
How about the one that made you feel really good?: Ditto.
When you were a child, did you have very vivid nightmares?: yeah, one re-occuring.
If so, do you remember them even now?: Ditto.
Were you ever betrayed by someone you trusted implicitly?: Ditto.
What do you do when you're home alone?: Nothing exciting. Clean. Ride. Work.
What do you think about when you are trying to fall asleep at night?: Anything bull riding. Never fails.
Do you fall asleep easily?: sometimes. ...well... no.
Who is the one person you could never forget?: Lyle or Mike
Who do you trust the most?: My horse and my bull.

Tell Me Your Secrets...
Are there things that you've never told another human being?: yes.
If so, have you ever even written them down?: no. if someone found it... woof.
Have you ever been deeply hurt by a friend?: no... things like that don't bother me. no matter how much I bitch and moan about it... I'm really not as affected as i make it sound.
If so, have you ever *really* forgiven them?: .
Are you a virgin?: yep.
How do you feel about that?: Fine.
Is there anything that you really regret doing?: yeah...
How about *not* doing?: defifuckingnately.
What frightens you the most in the whole world?: anyone I love dying... or... failure.
Have you ever contemplated suicide?: contemplated, no.
Have you ever tried to commit it?: no.
What is the worst thing that ever happened to you?: Red. That was the best... and the worst.
Are you afraid of death?: Not for myself. ..but for... like... i said... people I love.
What do you think happens afterwards?: It depends on how you live your life.
Are you a religious person?: yes.
What *do* you believe?: things.
What are you passionate about?: bull riding, my life, my career, my animals, my family, God.
Do you carry a lot of guilt?: some.
Would you carry a gun?: m. no.
Do you have a lot of anger?: some.

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greyXmatter

:: 2004 19 November :: 8.08pm
:: Mood: blah

this may never start. we could fall apart... and i'd be your memory. losing half a year waiting for you here... can i be your memory?
So Tiffany spoke with Josh.
It went something like this:

"I know someone who liiiiiikes youuu..."
"Really, Who?"
"Caseyyyy..."
"Really?"
"Uh huhhhhh..."
"Cool! Yeah, her stepdad told me that she did..."
:Tiff laughs::

...something.

Yeah, I dunno, you know that old torn apart line about love at first sight? ....eh. I don't know... I seriously can't get over this kid. Any other time that I've had a ''crush'' it's been like "Aw, he's so cute ... ajhfjahfs." I haven't felt this way over someone, I BARELY TALK TO, nonetheless... ever. I'm going crazy just wanting him to talk to me. I want him to come up to me... on his own... and talk to me. I've tried everything just to get him to say something. At lunch I left my agenda on the table on the way out, in the hopes he'd pick it up and bring it to me... he went the other way then he normally goes. He lives two houses down from me. ...ugh. I watch him walk to his truck after school from the bus... I can't take my eyes off this kid. i think he has a girlfriend. ..whatever. I see him at his locker all the time with that girl on my bus. They just talk.. but yeah. She's so pretty. ...Whatever. Fuck, I'm going insane.

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greyxmatter

:: 2004 18 November :: 10.11am
:: Mood: drained
:: Music: Soty- Sidewalks

I think it's safe to say that I never have to take another survey ever again after that one.

Today sucked so far.
Robert found it neccesary to take my book out of my backpack and drop it in the garbage on his way out. -_-

I'm exhausted.

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