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2004 23 August :: 8.54pm
not even two weeks. and i change it.
the layout whore is here to stay.
i got a kick ass watch from target. whee.
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Rina
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2004 22 August :: 1.02am
:: Mood: dizzy
define change.
it is 1 in the morning.
and i am writing an essay, watching batman, and eating ice cream. simultaneously.
how fucking great is that.
multi-tasking. jeez.
but yesterday i was feeling really dizzy. i almost fainted in my room.
i dont know why. and, suprise, more strange dreams. this one was about lemonade, im pretty sure.
school on monday. thank god. free lunch for 3 weeks.
i saw without a paddle. it was perfect. holy shit, man.
but anyways. more essay work for me.
ta.
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Rina
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2004 18 August :: 1.15pm
:: Mood: crazed. i'm going insane, really.
:: Music: somebody help me - full blown rose
such fickle words
no school for the rest of the week.
stupid fucking charley.
we've had a total of four days of school. and i would like to go back and see all of my friends in my classes. grah.
im still having really messed up dreams.
last night consisted of obstacle courses, being blind, and running down dusty hills.
anyways. so far in school, chem is my favorite because winter kicks ass.
everyone thinks he is gay though, and i wouldnt be suprised if he was. not to sound stereotypical.
and i learned how to play piano yesterday.
im not very good, i can only do one song from memory.
but ive written a few songs. and im trying to get the melody on the piano, so i can transfer it to guitar.
"and i dream of a place called home."
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Rina
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2004 13 August :: 11.43am
:: Mood: curious
:: Music: rasmus
i awake to find no peace of mind
its hard for me to explain what happened over the summer.
my perspectives shifted. i think differently on topics than i did before, but i guess that's natural. i will show pictures when i can. because pictures replacing words is becoming evermore common in our society.
but ive had two nightmares. one is long and strange. its too long to type. if you really want to know (which i doubt you do) then just tell me and i will.
but my other nightmare is different. i didn't feel scared during it. and although you may call me morbid, or twisted, or delusional, in a sense it was almost beautiful.
i still dont know why i categorize it as a nightmare, but i guess its the only word that can describe it.
a guy that is 18 years old wearing faded denim jeans is dragging a girl by the hair across a cement floor. her hair is blond and she is clawing at this boy's arm, but he doesn't notice.
and the girl looks like she is screaming her lungs out. crying and screaming for her life. but all i hear is opera music.
and i can remember it so vividly.
she didn't open her eyes. i only saw the boy's legs. but i knew he was 18. don't ask how, its a dream. her top was a beige-ish color, and it was smudged with dirt along the shoulder. the guy was wearing dark brown shoes, they kind of looked like boots.
but i just heard this beautiful opera music.
i cant even describe it.
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