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2005 13 March :: 10.03 am
:: Mood: fidgety
Forget me not....
There is a flower called a 'forget me not' and I wonder why it is called that. Is it because it is such a forgetable flower that it needs a name to remind us not to forget it? Or is it simply a name that was randomly picked because it needed a name? I don't know and frankly I could care less. I just thought it was an interesting topic to wonder on.
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2005 13 March :: 1.06 am
:: Mood: aggravated
:: Music: The Muse
I feel like a tag along....
I didn't mind the group as a whole but it just wasn't the same as just katie and I. I love her to bits and pieces but I just felt out of place. Not to mention the fact the when I got out of the car Ryan said ' thanks for coming.' I am the one who fucking wanted to go in the first place and I get a 'thanks for coming'???? I am not trying to be selfish and keep Katie to myself nor am I trying to arise conflict but the fact is that yes we have not been spending as much time as we used to and its a bit of a change on my part. But the fact is that when I actually do want to spend time with her, Ryan is always there. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy having Ryan around very much but he is always there. I think I have finally gotten to the point were I have had enough of him for a while. I hear about him everyday from katie and I just need a break from him and I am not even his fucking girlfriend!!!
Hows that for irony!!!!
7 zoos are out of control |
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2005 10 March :: 9.52 pm
:: Mood: pissed off
shit
fuck
damn
son of a bitch
What now????!!!!
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2005 10 March :: 9.47 pm
:: Mood: not sure
What to do........
I don't know what to do......
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2005 8 March :: 10.57 pm
:: Music: Something Corporate
The sky is beautiful tonight. Just take a look. I wanted to reach out and touch them but realized that they were too far away.
Everything is always too far away
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2005 4 March :: 10.10 pm
:: Mood: weird
:: Music: The muse
Typical....
I am exhausted but I cannot sleep.
I am not hungry yet I still eat.
I pray but don't know what I am praying for.
I am in love but I don't know who I am in love with.
I am tempted but of what?
I am talkitive yet keep all secrets.
I am in pain but show no weakness.
I am starving but do not eat.
I am crazy yet completely sane.
I am sick but appear fine.
I am heartbroken but it seems mended.
I am forgotten yet still remembered.
I am foolish yet wise.
I am wishful but nothing comes true.
I am thoughtful and wonder why.
I am forgetful but remember everything.
I am dying and nobody knows.
From the inside out I deteriorate everyday, little by little. Nobody notices because it is hidden so well. I want somebody to look at me and know. To be loved without the drama.
Help
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2005 26 February :: 11.32 pm
:: Mood: frustrated
TWO DAYS LEFT!!!!!!
I might get my license sooner than I think. From what I have been told I can take segment two, my driving test then go get it but it is nore or less the conflict with if it is 'legal' to do that. It said that you have to wait 3 months after S2 but if that is not required by law then fuck it. I am so sick of relying on people to cart me around and I know for a fact that KT is getting frustrated and I am sorry. I really am. Hopefuly by the end of March I will have it if not sooner.
I pray....
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2005 25 February :: 11.24 pm
:: Mood: sick and everything in beween
Sick....
Sore throat, stuffy/runny nose, achy, cough, hard to breathe, drowsy, headache, everything draining into my stomach, fever, sneezing, nausea, and coughing up blood (nothing serious or anything it has something to do with my nose.)
My life.....
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2005 24 February :: 6.07 pm
:: Mood: gloomy
If you only knew....
Nobody knows. Only my best friend. Its so easy to destroy yourself. So easy to fuck everything up. And despite the fact that you say you could never do it you do it anyway just make yourself feel happy. Yet you know that it is killing you from the inside out but in a way it just feels so right. I want to stop but it like a drive that keeps me going. Its not everyday and its hard to do but for some reason I keep doing it and feels good when I'm done. Its a dark secret. Everybody has them. Mine is just so well hidden that the only person that knows me best figured it out. And I love her for that.
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2005 23 February :: 1.10 am
:: Mood: curious
:: Music: Behind Blue eyes
I wonder....
I LOVE MOUNTAIN DEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I dont understand how anybody can starve themselves to loose weight. I wonder if something allows them to turn their head when they smell the good stuff or even see it. Damned if I know. I tried it and it doesn't work.
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2005 22 February :: 11.07 pm
:: Mood: blank
What did I do now?
I am grounded again. I don't why. But the term grounded was not used. It was more or less said as 'you cannot go anywhere for a week and after that you have to ok it ahead of time'. It is practically bullshit. But I guess I can deal with a week even though it will be hard cause I usually do something with Ryan and Katie. I pray I can find enough things to do around here to keep me busy.
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2005 21 February :: 11.28 am
:: Mood: sick/excited/sore
:: Music: Interenational Superhits
Still haven't broke a bone....
I nearly broke my arm last night at HH by slipping on anchovie oil. How that managed to find its way on the floor is beyond me but I didn't realize I was falling until I saw the cabinets of makeline. Typically everybody was laughing until I didn't get up and I kept yelling 'that fucking hurt' and 'ouch' really loud. Andrew then made an ice pack out of snow and made sure I didn't break anything. Now I have this humungo bruise on my arm and that whole side of my body is sore. But thats what I get for wanting to make and XXXX- junior. pizza.
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2005 20 February :: 12.47 am
:: Mood: not sure
:: Music: Red Hot Chili Peppers
Stuck in my head....
Psychic spies from China
Try to steal your mind elation
Little girls from Sweden
Dream of silver screen quotations
And if you want these kind of dreams
Its Californication
It’s the edge of the world
And all of western civilization
The sun may rise in the east
At least it settles in a final location
It’s understood that Hollywood
Sells Californication
Pay your surgeon very well
To break the spell of aging
Celebrity skin is this your chin
Or is it war your waging
First born unicorn
Hard core soft porn
Dream of Californication
Dream of Cailfornication
Marry me girl be the fairy to my world
Be my very won constellation
A teenage bride with a baby inside
Getting high on information
And but me a star on the boulevard
It’s Californication
Space may be the final frontier
But it’s made in a Hollywood basement
Cobain can you hear the spheres
Singing songs off station to station
And Alderon’s not far away
It’s Californication
Born and raised by those who praise
Control of population everybody’s been there and
I don’t mean on vacation
First born unicorn
Hard core soft porn
Dream of Californication
Dream of Cailfornication
Destruction leads to a very rough road
But it also breeds creation
And earthquakes are to a girl’s guitar
They are just another good vibration
And tidal waves couldn’t save the world
From Califonication
Pay your sugeon very well
To break the signs of aging
Sicker then the rest
There is no test
But this is what you’re craving
First born unicorn
Hard core soft porn
Dream of Californication
Dream of Cailfornication
I don't know what the song means but it is stuck in my head and for some reason it is a 'feel good' song to me.
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2005 17 February :: 9.58 pm
:: Mood: crazy
:: Music: The Muse
Lately I have had sudden fascination with squirrels. I dont know why but they seem to intrigue me none the less. Speaking of exotic animals, I have two lambs camping out in the kitchen who are frolicing everywhere. I really have nothing else to say,
Except that I am still wondering........
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