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2004 23 March :: 2.52pm
:: Mood: blah.
:: Music: basketcase - green day
forever wandering the winding trail of imagination
i. hate. school.
i was looking at my chicken sandwich today. and i realized how everything is the same. every day. i have the same teachers, the same seats, see the same people, have the same conversations, have the same lunch. even have the same amount of boring, monotonous crap.
i came back to the same place. where everything is like a routine. i walk to my classes the same way ive always done. i get to my classes at the same time. i feel the same feeling of dread.
why cant just one thing change? just the slightest, tiniest little change. maybe i'd look forward to school then.
but sydney wrote me a note. so my day is 3215698793 times more improved.
more essays to do.
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2004 20 March :: 12.46pm
:: Mood: happy
:: Music: lost prophets
there seem a strange stillness to everything, as the evening wears into night
ok.
i wrote a poem that i really like, so i thought id put it up here.
"garden"
you can find me in a dark and fragrant garden,
where roses grow wild and lavendar sings
where all you can hear is the soft wind
but can feel the humming of another time
i walk upon this beaten path
where flowers wind their way at my feet
and i can feel you with me
like the stars' light
with every sigh of branches and all the bluebells' rings
you are here with me
the breeze whispers your name
like the kiss of a falling leaf
and as i lay into the midnight sky
like the silent breath of fog
i can taste your presence
with all my being i walk in you
my feet grazing the dew covered grass
and my footprints forever imprinting your heart.
alright. lets move on to some more interesting things...
im going to lissa's house today. (;
i still have a bunch of homework to finish though. so when i get back to school i will be majorly screwed. ha. ha.
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2004 17 March :: 10.04pm
:: Mood: sleepy
:: Music: Suite from 'Restless'
feel the sun like daggers of flame
ok. changed the layout. you like?
hmm.. interesting day today. me and lisa were going to go to the beach. because, i got a new swimsuit and we wanted to look less vampire-ish and tan ourselves. well, we got in an accident. yea, it sucks. there was a minivan in front of us that stopped short and we didnt have very much time to brake. screeeeeech.. pow. it was a fender-bender. i just got a little freaked. and had some whiplash.
we pulled over to the side with the lady. she was british. another 10 minutes. screeeech pow. a crash in the same place. of all the damned luck. woo. man, that spot is cursed. they had more of a fender bender though.
anyways, we were stuck with an $80 fine for wreckless driving. dont ask me why. that cop was an ass.
more biology fun.
happy st. pat's everyone. go out to your local pub and drink. :)
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2004 16 March :: 6.04pm
:: Mood: tired and angry
:: Music: Sic Transit Gloria - Brand New
kiss the rain through a blanket of pastels
biology should be a sin in itself.
the very mention of the word should be enough to drive a human insane and wish for better things to come.
or, ms freis shall internally combust and then be sent to live in the eternal flames.
let me suffer and die in silence.
well. i saw secret window twice this weekend. but its ok because that is one freaking awesome movie. i also saw starsky and hutch haha. johnny and owen are the shit (;
i shall be confined to my room for the rest of break to continue my endless work of that-which-shall-not-be-named. (refer to top paragraph)
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