ONWARD !

ONWARD !

:: 2006 4 May :: 9.15pm

NHJLDI(O^F&TGUJ

SCREW IOF&IUFJ
FUCKING OIPFFUY
PEOPLE

JESUS CHRIST

HIO(D^&*UHN
...
>.>
I dunno.
School shit.
Too much.
And.. blah.
I'm anxious.

One of my old "slutty" (but really, she's just VERY flirtatious with all the guys) friends hangs out with Tristan.
And I'mlyk, ohnooooe, he'll fall for her.
even though he was a pretty girlfriend, whom i hayt.

ya.
too lazy.
no science notes.
no english notes for the test.
shit man.

i'm screwed, hahahaha.

EDIT:
My typing went to Hell.
I like it looking like that.
Seems like I've changed just by typing differently.

3 hey there | jasmine

mieko

:: 2006 23 April :: 7.06pm

I'm so emotional, I cry over a person I only know over the internet!
Go me!
x)
Edit-
I shouldn't have gotten myself into this stupid mess.
Now just make that person an eighth grade boy and I'm all set to become the greatest most emotional pedophile the world has ever seen! =]

Last messages sent to Wyatt:
sedative03: I really am trying to make the situation better.
But I can't if you keep shrugging me off.
imthenewtihs: ...
sedative03: . . . what?
imthenewtihs: Nothing.
sedative03: Okay. Do you care about me? At all?
imthenewtihs: I don't know.
imthenewtihs: I do, but.....
sedative03: ...but...?
imthenewtihs: But, I just don't know.
sedative03: I see.
Okay well.. I'll be here.
You can message me when you're done contemplating obout where I'm fit to stand in your life, if at all.
imthenewtihs: ...
sedative03: ... I just realized my typo. >_>
*about

I totally ruined the moment(s).. with my stupid typo.

1 hey | jasmine

mieko

:: 2006 16 April :: 8.37am

Guh.
I had a bad dream. >.>
Whenever I have bad dreams or emotionally taxing dreams, I get bags. o_O; It's a good thing I don't have them often...

[dream]
I was in a big clothes washing/dryer place, and students were in line for this one machine at the very end of the room.
Well I was in the middle with Nasya, and Tristan and his friend was behind us.
And I could feel him looking at me and saying out loud intentionally, "Yeah, she told me she loved me."
He sounded really proud and ... not cocky, but it was close.
I clung to Nasya's arm, and she looked at me sympathetically.
I just kept my gaze forward, but I continued to listen to his conversation (which I can't remember).
Then we came across this freebie box of stretchy toys. These were the kind you could find in a quarter machine. There were three or four strawberry boxes that held them.
So we just took the ones we liked as we moved on.
But Nasya and I took a while looking for the ones we liked, and suddenly everyone behind us disappeared, and there were only a few people upfront close to that machine.
When the people in front left, so did Nasya (they disappeared abruptly) and I was by myself. These pink plastic ball came out of the end dryer of that wall, and I went to get it, expecting something OTHER than tiny white weed flowers.
Some blonde girl who was older (but seemed to be really nice and knew what she was doing) told me to put it on top of the dryer, and that it could be left alone.
Then when I turn, I have to go sit down in a classroom I've been in once before, and couldn't find any seat I liked but by some football player who looked like he'd be a jackass.
Nasya's in there somewhere, but she's sitting somewhere else, and I didn't turn to look. I knew where she was anyway.
Jessica (a bus-ride buddy-type person) came in, but sat at the very desk farthest away in the cluster of desks and me as she could.
Just as the teacher (a bald man who was really curt and snapped at me to take my seat) rose to the projection machine about to start class..
I woke up.
[/dream]

I want to know what that means. Because I sure haven't been going to class because of spring break, so it couldn't have been a recap.
And I've only gone to the dryer/washer places once in my life, and that was in Texas, when I was about 2-3 years old. o_o

2 hey there | jasmine