:: 2005 19 February :: 12.37 pm

"Strange that cars, clothes, liquor, medicine, cosmetics and tiny, wireless video cameras are sold with sex, but mattresses are marketed with sleep."

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:: 2005 18 February :: 5.11 pm

Well. My mom doesn't want the dog anymore.

Now she wants to buy a mattress and down comforter.

For a bed she doesn't even sleep in.

My mom is crazy.

I hurt my index finger. I don't know how. I cracked my knuckles and I guess that one cracked weird. My knuckle joint hurts. I'm typing and clicking the mouse with my ring finger. It feels really weird. The finger, not the change in operation.

Something. Something.

I want to get out and do something this weekend. I don't care if it's seeing a crappy movie, I want out of the house.

Next week, progress reports come out. You know what that means. I have a lot of Japanese homework I need to make up.

I love you all.

P.S. Jeremy Lister rocks.

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:: 2005 17 February :: 8.20 pm

Names. This is going to be amended a lot.
I'm going to name two of my 47 children Constantine and Tellurium.

Kelly and I agree that Const is a good nickname for Constantine.

It's probably not a cool thing that I think this periodic table is totally awesome. And sexy.

I think Viscosity would be a really awesome name too. I think that's got to be the sexiest word in science besides friction.

I think bombardment is a pretty awesome word too but you can't just go naming your kid "Bombardment".

Or can you?

Velocity would be pretty cool too.

I've always though Adenine sounded like someone's name. Some really pretty girl's name.

Okay, I'm officially not allowed to name any of my kids.

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:: 2005 16 February :: 5.50 pm

Kyle!

I just bought Eisley's CD off of iTunes.

Want me to burn you a copy?

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:: 2005 16 February :: 5.26 pm

Speaking of little things being totally awesome...
Yesterday, at lunch, I was standing in line and looking around because the line wasn't moving.

I saw this kid. He had orange hair, a grey sweatshirt with some words on it and must have been a sophmore. He was wearing this gold chain necklace. Just a thin gold chain.

But on the chain was evil. It must have been the devil himself who crafted such an decorative instrument of torture.

On the chain was a rubber monkey. Not just any monkey mind you, but a large, evil monkey that looked at me funny.

In fact, a quick google image search for "rubber monkey" had that thing as the first result.

WITNESS THE EVIL!
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I thought it was the coolest and scariest thing ever.

I love you all.

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:: 2005 16 February :: 4.36 pm

I turn everything little into something totally awesome. Jessa might appreciate this Smiths mention.
I don't read magazines and I'm not up on the celebrity things.

But I read Entertainment Weekly. Why? I don't know. My dad gets it and I read it to find some attachment to the outside world. Mostly so I don't look or seem like a total idiot who has no idea which chick Nicole Kidman is. (I don't. She's one of those women folks. I like her. Unlike that other one who always looks like she's wearing a wig. I don't know what her natural hair color is. Not Nicole Kidman, but the wig-wearing one. I think that one doesn't have real hair.)

Anyway. My point. EW had a list of The 50 Greatest Love Songs or Some Really Stupid Title Like That. I normally wouldn't care. It was just another V-Day thing in another periodical and I'm sure they just needed a filler.

I love music. So I flipped through the pages, trying to search for some song I knew or recognized.

Number 39 was There is a Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths. I love that song. I love The Smiths.

So I wigged out and thought it was so totally cool that The Smiths was in a big magazine that people read. I freaked out when they had an article on Morrissey too. (He's pretty dreamy for a guy who is about as old as my dad.)

I like that they included that song in there. I like that they looked past The Smiths' normally mocking tone and into the true meaning of one of their songs.

I really love that song. I'm going to go put all my The Smiths CDs on the computer now.

I love you all.

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:: 2005 16 February :: 6.15 am

I'm not going to complain when I should be thankful.

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:: 2005 15 February :: 6.16 am

I went to Nick's last night.

We didn't do much and that didn't matter. It was still awesome.

We took a long nap together. That really has to be the best thing in the world.

I love you all.

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:: 2005 13 February :: 3.15 pm

I love you.

Sorry if I explode.

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:: 2005 13 February :: 11.12 am

Whoa boy.

PAX. This year.

Who wants to go?

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:: 2005 12 February :: 6.14 am

I took a four-hour long nap last night. It was nice. I had slept well with a little nap on Thursday so I thought it was a good idea and I'd get a good night's sleep.

Apparently not.

I woke up (what felt like) every half hour since I fell asleep last night at 11. It was probably more like every hour but it was still horrible.

So now I'm exhausted and sore.

And today I get to go with Nick to take the ACT for the third time. On our eight month anniversary.

This day is looking so fantastic already!

Actually, after that four-hour long test that is going to end up wasting a total of 12 hours (half a day!) of my life, I'll be happy to just get out of there.

I'm really dreading the whole lack-of-intelligence feeling you get afterward. I've already felt like a bimbo twice this week.

I love you all.

P.S. Downtown, the sounds of single people doing nothing.

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:: 2005 10 February :: 10.16 pm

Heaven is eating a twizzler in AP Lit, second hour, while blasting Mogwai and playing solitare on your iPod.

All while Mr. Watson is frustrated and angry that his new DVD won't work.

Ha! That's what you get for giving most of us D's on our smurfing papers that you took forever to grade.

I love you all.

P.S. I got a D-. Kelly the genius got a B. Everyone else I've talked to (well, minus two people) has gotten a D. Cool job, Watson.

P.P.S. We think he's bipolar. Or an alcoholic.

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:: 2005 9 February :: 10.07 pm

My heart...a very shouldn't-be-on-this-journal entry
Do you ever feel trapped inside your own body?




There are a couple things that go on in my chest that freak me out.

Sometimes.

I can feel my heart beating really fast.

I can feel my heart in my breast and it hurts. It feels like it's right near my skin and going to come out.

It feels like my ribs are poking my lungs and it hurts to breathe. My sister says a lot of skinny people get that. I hope so.

I feel my heart beating on the right side of my chest and I get that same feeling like it's going to pop out.


Really, it's kind of interesting.





I love Nick. Sometimes that hurts too. A lot of times.

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:: 2005 7 February :: 9.28 pm

Eisley's new CD comes out tomorrow.

Listen! Please! Or just click it and close it again. Whatever you want.

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:: 2005 7 February :: 7.43 pm

I miss Benjamin Arthur. That's sad. The only time I usually saw him was at lunch and before school. Sob.

In other news, I've been trying to beat solitare on my iPod since I got it. I thought it was impossible.


It says "We have a winner!" I just can't hold my camera steady or straight.

Story of my life.

I love you all.

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:: 2005 6 February :: 12.09 pm

Friday. Right after school, I went with Nick and Ben to pick up their paychecks. We went to Best Buy then went back to Ben's house. I got home at 1ish.

Yesterday. Ben picked me up and we went to Nick's. We hung around there then went to Ben's. Nick bought me a milkshake and I didn't fall asleep. I got home around 12:30.

Cool weekend.

Today I was thinking of finding stuff to put in the purse Ashley got me and maybe do my homework. Maybe.

I love you all.

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:: 2005 5 February :: 12.59 am

Hey.

I am thankful.

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:: 2005 3 February :: 10.55 pm

"If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."


Hemingway had a very pessimistic view of the world. I'm not surprised he shot himself.

I just don't see why. Why have such a negative outlook on everything?

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:: 2005 2 February :: 6.09 pm

It might be a good idea to stop reading now.
I weighed myself a while ago at Ben's house. I was wearing heavy jeans so it didn't really count but it came out to 106 pounds. The other day, I decided to weigh myself with pajamas on because I knew the other weight was faulty. I weighed 102. Which was perfectly cool because I knew I had probably gained weight.

Here's where you should stop reading if your 23rd pair of chromosomes aren't twins. I'm warning you. Really. If your sex doesn't begin with the letter "f" you should not read this. In fact, maybe no one should read it at all.
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I can't wait until I can get married. That came out of nowhere, I know, but it's been on my mind since I turned 18.

I love you all.

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:: 2005 1 February :: 8.11 pm
:: Mood: calm
:: Music: Last Days of April for some reason.

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