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2004 13 December :: 11.48pm
:: Mood: distressed
:: Music: LP + JZ
not all at once, please
Okay, so something weird is up. I dunno what. There's this odd tension between my friends. I think it started because the 4 of us (Keith, Jessica, Sara D., and I all hang out a lot) but everyone's still friends with everyone. And then the three of them made bracelets for themselves and me because we're in a "band." Ugh. honestly, I feel so stupid for evening saying any of this. It sounds so much like middle school. Anyways, I wore my bracelet to dinner and then theresa asked about it and then things just got really weird. I guess Keith was pretty pissed off tonight. So Sara and I were discussing it while we were going to rambler room and he snuck up on us, right while we were talking about him. But I don't know if he heard anything or not. I asked him if he was mad about me telling theresa, but he said no. But I dunno. This is college. We're all adults here...sort of. I haven't studied sufficiently for honors. It might just kick my butt. Actually, I think we'll both give each other a few bruises. I'm expecting a B (+?) so I'll be disappointed if I don't get it. But I just realized tonight that if I would have actually studied sufficiently, an A range would've been possiple. Crap.
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fatman
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2004 11 December :: 11.28am
A friend in need's a friend indeed
A friend with weed is better
A friend with breasts and all the rest
A friend who's dressed in leather
A friend in need's a friend indeed
A friend who'll tease is better
Our thoughts compressed
Which makes us blessed
And makes for stormy weather
A friend in need's a friend indeed
My Japanese is better
And when she's pressed she will undress
And then she's boxing clever
A friend in need's a friend indeed
A friend who bleeds is better
My friend confessed she passed the test
And we will never sever
Day's dawning, skins crawling
Day's dawning, skins crawling
Day's dawning, skins crawling
Pure morning
Pure morning
Pure morning
A friend in need's a friend indeed
A friend who'll tease is better
Our thoughts compressed
Which makes us blessed
And makes for stormy weather
A friend in need's a friend indeed
A friend who bleeds is better
My friend confessed she passed the test
And we will never sever
Day's dawning, skins crawling
Day's dawning, skins crawling
Day's dawning, skins crawling
Pure morning
Pure morning
Pure morning
A friend in need's a friend indeed
My Japanese is better
And when she's pressed she will undress
And then she's boxing clever
A friend in need's a friend indeed
A friend with weed is better
A friend with breasts and all the rest
A friend who's dressed in leather
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sherriffsteve
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2004 10 December :: 10.36am
classes are finished as of 10:04 this morning.
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blondie17
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2004 10 December :: 7.42am
im so pissed off. our school blocked xanga, so now i have to find places to get on sense my mom wont get the fricken internet!
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Fatman
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2004 9 December :: 3.33pm
Call me Spicky - Fight - Wicky
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blondie17
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2004 9 December :: 1.20pm
i dont know how to pick colors for my journal....i just put a bunch of number in...is there any way to see the colors that i choose?
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sherriffsteve
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2004 9 December :: 10.17am
Yesterday was a great day.
I made plans with Richelle to go shopping, which is awesome. I've been friends with her for such a long time and we've always talked about doing stuff together but it never happens. But this Saturday, her and I are going shopping. Yea.
I saw Dan, I love Dan, I'm really glad God gave me Dan. Or at least put Him in my life, I don't think I would be the same person I am now if we hadn't crossed paths. I feel that way about all of my friends though. Like Marisa, and Jessa, and Ryan, and Richelle, and Kelly, and Matt, and Dylan, and Michelle, and Nick, all of everyone I've ever met or talked to, I wouldn't be the same. Everyday I wake up and thank God that I have had such good people that actually care about what's inside, instead of looking at me with shallow eyes.. I love you all so very much, and I am so sorry that I haven't been there lately, but I will be. I'll be closer. speaking of which...
I'm not going to be in college anymore. After this next week, I'm going to get a job in Cedar somwhere, and possibly a car, and maybe, just maybe, some money. It'll be different, but I'll be there, and It'll be good.
I love you. all.
Talk to you later. I promise.
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blondie17
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2004 9 December :: 9.03am
this looks just like live journal now.
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blondie17
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2004 9 December :: 9.01am
so why is this changed?
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joslyn_julia
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2004 8 December :: 8.50pm
i found my old woohu username and all that today... i had to laugh...
my un was foever-in-debt-to-love....lol go figure
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joslyn_julia
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2004 8 December :: 7.59pm
:: Mood: contemplative
:: Music: ladytron-- abercrombie
I want everyone who reads this to ask me three questions. Anything you want. Then go to your journal and copy and paste this, allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything.
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jus4fun06
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2004 8 December :: 4.07pm
:: Mood: angry/sad/defeated
i am so fuckin pissed off. so the other day i looked in my bag cause i thought my journal was in there, but it wasnt. i thought i had simply took it out sometime and didnt remember it. i soon forgot about it. in first i had nate being... well... nate. i heard him say something like, "see, i told you she was a bitch." and "shes obessessed with travis. all she wants is to ride his dick." they were passin somehthing back and forth. amber said, "dont you want to give it back to her?" nate said "no, we were ripping them and burning it last night." i believe it was amber who got up and threw something out. i just assumed they were talking about some old note i wrote to travis, back when. i got to leave class early cause of sectionals. i was pissed, but only at the fact that nate was acting like a dickhead, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. so sectionals was boring and i got out really early. i was waiting in the hall to see shawn and i saw nate and amber walk by me. amber was like, "shes gonna cry." i was like what the m-th-fuck. so i went to class and ignored them. i was all happy and all then i have justin who goes, "danielle, i got this from an anonmous third party... can i give it to you?" i was like sure. so he hands me my journal cover, torn off. i like started to shake and i almosted cried. everyone was like, what is it. i was like, the cover to my diary. i had to take a mother fuckin test. a hard test too. my essay had fragments. i swear. in the test i was bouncin my leg cause i had all this adrenalin in me and i needed to yell at nate. i knew his class was somewhere in the history wing. so i asked to leave and find nate. my teacher went, "what are you gonna do?" i was liek yell at him. so i left and search the classes. i couldnt find him at all. i was like whatever... fuck it. and i went to guidence and told my conciler. he called nate down and nate denyied everything. i knew he took it. i went back to class. my teacher asked me if i got carted down to the principal office cause i was gone so long. i was like no, i went to the guidence office. i went to third. in third i had the brillant plan to dig through the trash cause i remember about how amber threw something out. so when we let out for trash, i went to my sociology room and dug through the trash. at first i thought it wasnt there but then i found it. i marched to guidence and gave it to mr. mckinley. he said somethign how i need to write a statement. i didnt do that yet. i went to lunch and told my lunch table and carrie made me go to the office to report nate and travis for harassment. i did and i had to write everythign down. im awful at writing things. id rather say them. then the secretary in there had the nerve to tell me i was up to somethign all cause i happen to know tyler and he was movin closer. she said, "its a coudince(sp???) that you come down while hes here." meanwhile im like all upset. half crying. half shaking. ready to beat nates ass and she tells me im up to somehting. that was the first time in like 2 years since i went to the principal's office. motha truckers. then dr. donely yelled at carrie for stayin with me. she was helping me by being there and he yelled at her to leave and said she was skipping class. i cant stand this school. after third i marched up to nate and flipped out on him. well, course im not any good at flipping out so i liek said the same thing over and over again, "nate, how could you do this to me," while im like bawling my eyes out. nate, in his gay ass pink shirt just said, "step the fuck back bitch. im not afraid to choke a bitch" i just kept screaming at him. then i pushed him and ran away. i was amber hess staring at me. i saw all the mother fuckin hoes staring at me. i couldnt take it. i cant believe he would go and do that. then all these people inform me that they recall nate or travis talking and/or seeing a book of mine. thanks for the help guys. i remember that yesterday nate said something about "gonna get it" and amber asked what. and he was liek, "youll see." how could he do that??? and this past summer he came over i was like protect me. he said, from what? i was like everyone who tries to hurt me. he was like, i wont let anyone hurt you. now this.
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sherriffsteve
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2004 8 December :: 9.11am
JUST A MOMENT -----
by Max Lucado
It all happened in a moment, a most remarkable moment.
As moments go, that one appeared no different than any other. But in
reality, that particular moment was like none other. For through that
segment of time a spectacular thing occurred. God became a man. While
the creatures of earth walked unaware, Divinity arrived. Heaven opened
herself and placed her most precious one in a human womb.
God as a fetus. Holiness sleeping in a womb. The creator of life being
created.
God was given eyebrows, elbows, two kidneys, and a spleen. He stretched
against the walls and floated in the amniotic fluids of his mother.
God had come near.
He came, not as a flash of light or as an unapproachable conqueror, but
as one whose first cries were heard by a peasant girl and a sleepy
carpenter. The hands that first held him were unmanicured, calloused,
and dirty.
No silk. No ivory. No hype.
Were it not for the shepherds, there would have been no reception. And
were it not for a group of star-gazers, there would have been no gifts.
To think of Jesus in such a light is-well, it seems almost irreverent,
doesn't it? It's not something we like to do; it's uncomfortable. It is
much easier to keep the humanity out of the incarnation. Clean the
manure from around the manger. Wipe the sweat out of his eyes. Pretend
he never snored or blew his nose or hit his thumb with a hammer.
But don't do it. For heaven's sake, don't. Let him be as human as he
intended to be. Let him into the mire and muck of our world. For only
if we let him in can he pull us out.
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