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:: 2005 11 May :: 6.25 pm
:: Music: A Perfect Circle - Judith "Renholder" Mix

Lying; laughing while crying

*Updates about how cool it is that we don't have school tomorrow, and also how dumb Ryan is for bringing mercury to school*

Dooouuuucccchhe Baaaaag.

I worked throughout the day on my homework that was due in English, and I finally finished it in art, right before I found out I wouldn't be going to 6th hour. Oh well, at least I finished it.

I got my math unit test back today, and I got a pretty good grade on it for how hard it was. I was surprised I did so well, but that's how I am. I don't pay attention during class, and I never do work then either. I never even understand it. But somehow, miraculously, I get great grades on tests. I love it.

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:: 2005 9 May :: 6.42 am
:: Mood: blah

I felt like crap all last night, and I couldn't fall asleep until 1:30. Well, at least it was 1:30 the last time I looked at the clock. Let's see how much sleep I got.

5:30 - 1:30 = 4 hours of sleep

I woke up this morning feeling even crappier, but I decided to get ready anyway, to see if I would start to feel any better. Obviously I didn't. I fucking hate missing school. I'm already behind in english, and today is just going to set me back even further. If I start to feel better, I'm definitely going for the rest of the day, even if it's just for 6th hour.

I need sleep, goodnight or..whatever

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:: 2005 7 May :: 5.16 pm
:: Music: Red Hot Chili Peppers

How about, shit no?

Someone fucking save me. I'm trapped here until 8 with two little brat kids and Mark's mom and sister.

Gah...*dies a slow and painful death*

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:: 2005 6 May :: 10.05 pm
:: Music: Taking Back Sunday

Rain drips, the colors bleed and run together

I sure do love thunderstorms. Only at night though, for some reason. It's just so much cooler when the lightning brightens everything up for half a second. I used to love to listen to the rain beat down on the roof of my trailer, but now we must have some sort of insulation, so I can't hear anything.

My wall of flyers is looking pretty sweet. I finally have some color in my room, instead of being surrounded these bland, off-white walls.

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:: 2005 4 May :: 9.15 pm
:: Mood: amused
:: Music: Rage Against the Machine

What's it gonna take?

Come on. Just let me go. I won't laugh, I promise.
I'd love to see you all dressed up, screaming your lungs out.

Speak


:: 2005 2 May :: 4.59 pm
:: Mood: bored
:: Music: Queens of the Stone Age

I can't wait

I'm feeling a bit more content here, but I'm still a little reluctant to come home everyday. If anyone wants to hang out, I'd be happy to.

I've been thinking about this summer a lot, and I have two things I really need to do:

1. Get a job.
2. Learn to drive/take drivers training.

Doesn't sound too hard. I might have to do number two before number one though, since getting to work would be difficult without being able to drive.

This summer could be one of the best I've ever seen, if things keep going as well as they are now.

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:: 2005 30 April :: 7.24 pm
:: Music: Razorlight

Restless

There is nothing to do here.
Absolutely nothing.

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:: 2005 26 April :: 4.54 pm
:: Music: Linkin Park::Somewhere I Belong

And all was good

I'm back, finally hooked into the internet.
So, things are going good.
Well, no, they're going greatly. Amazingly.

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:: 2005 22 April :: 10.35 am

The morning after...
I stayed home today so I could pack, which I still haven't even started. Guess when we start moving in.

Go ahead...guess.


Yeah, it's tonight.

[Edit]
I'm not going to be back online until Tuesday night. If anyone has to reach me for some reason, call my cell phone.
799.2701

Speak


:: 2005 19 April :: 5.47 pm
:: Music: Razorlight

Crumbling to the ground

The new pope looks evil. Like one of those guys who files their teeth down to points.

Yeah, evil.

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