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2003 6 December :: 12.01am
:: Mood: energetic
:: Music: "You spin me right round" - Billy Idol. ...I'm so out of date.
Ostrich and Egret were filled with regret, but the rent's well worth it.
I didn't have any school today due to the snow. Ironically, I was up until 12-something finishing up Biology because I've been staying afterschool for, yes, track. The final cuts were Monday, and I made it. Why do my plans backfire like this?...
On a better note: If weather allows it, I'm going to a Pink Floyd concert down near Towson. It's not really Pink Floyd themselves, but it's a cover band. I guess that's good enough. Jimmy, Corinne, Kat, and I will all be going. Plus, Corinne's boyfriend(s) and company will be joining us. I don't really know Corinne that well, but since it was her mom that got us all the tickets before they sold out and is taking us there, she's cool.
Another note: My dad has fallen deeply into depression and hanging all his emotion on me. It is not fun being the support he rebounds off everytime he's in a crappy mood. Not fun at all. Today he went off yelling about how it was my fault he bought the wrong kind of pencils, and how I just knew he'd hate them. Yeah. "ALL my fault." I feel bad about telling people my insignifacant family problems. Sorry.
Fleur IMed me a while ago. Conversation:
Fleur Porcelaine: Hey
ReneeOfTheMafia: Hey.
Fleur Porcelaine: So, how are you?
ReneeOfTheMafia: I'm decent
Fleur Porcelaine: Just decent?
ReneeOfTheMafia: Yeah. Just decent.
Fleur Porcelaine: So... I g2g.
ReneeOfTheMafia: Right. Cheerio.
...Seriously, someone could have ate a bowl of alphabets and crapped out a better conversation than this. Maybe I'm just boring... Crap.
I have more to say and not enough time to pay for it all. Pretty much like the rest of my life.
Cheerio.
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2003 1 December :: 8.40pm
:: Mood: restless
:: Music: "Rock me Amadeus" - Falco
Colourless arc-en-ciel.
All right...
Alright.
The one-word spelling alright appeared some 75 years after all right itself had reappeared from a 400-year-long absence. Since the early 20th century some critics have insisted alright is wrong, but it has its defenders and its users. It is less frequent than all right but remains in common use especially in journalistic and business publications. It is quite common in fictional dialogue, and is used occasionally in other writing.
...Yeah, I'm that type of loser.
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2003 26 November :: 8.47pm
:: Mood: frivolous
:: Music: Listening to myself pretend I can drum, using a pen lid and spoon.
How can you have any pudding if you don't eat 'yer meat?!?!
You know what? I haven't been cut from track yet. And you know what else? That's a bad thing. Why? Because now if I'm not cut there is no decent excuse which I could come up with to stop.
...Six people have been cut so far. I thought all of them were better than me. It's not like I'm the slowest one out their or anything; but still. I can't just quit, so my only way out is to be cut. My body aches, and I've had three "charlie horses"...or whatever I was told they were on my left leg in the past week.
Charlie Horses: ((To my definition)) Agonizing pain which suddenly occurs out of NOWHERE, and strikes you down like a hawk feeding on chicken.
And, most importantly, Woohu has decided to add pop-ups. ...Boo.
Maybe I'll use the L.J. afterall.
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2003 23 November :: 4.13pm
:: Mood: quixotic
:: Music: "Brain Damage" - Pink Floyd
Why don't you slip into somethig more comfortable... Like a coma.
Someone poked a hole in my self-esteem bucket and now I lack the instigation to explain where I've been. Hopefully, this array of nothing will suffice. Cheerio.
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2003 13 November :: 8.24pm
:: Mood: nauseated
:: Music: "Dig Ophelia" - Rasputina
S is for Stupid.
Gahhh... I mess EVERYTHING up. >_<
I had my chance to talk to (him). But I was too busy with what-cha-ma-call-its like computer-freezings, other people's IMS, my father and so on.
I feel like the little kid standing in the corner with "dunce" writen on their cap. They're ashamed, and probably picking their nose.
"THANK YOU, cornpuffs."
"Sincerely, Jesus."
...I need a cure for this condition. Spoken to you from a shyness that is criminally vauger.
I'm sorry, person-who-I-doubt-knows-I'm-talking-about-them. I'm really sorry.
o_o... I don't even like cornpuffs.
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2003 12 November :: 9.05pm
:: Mood: nostalgic
:: Music: "Iron Man" - Black Sabbath
Everything is opaque but nothing.
Two entries in one night. Well, aren't you just the lucky beaver with the gold front tooth? This'll be a short one. Much like the rest, actually. All I feel like saying is that I'd rather be talking to someone else right now. Someone who is online and surprisingly doesn't have their away message up. Someone who I've been meaning to talk to for the longest of times but have been too wrapped up in the thought that if I were to IM him...<_<...Or she, I'd be disturbing them or interupting whatever they may be in the middle of. Which is completely irrelavent to what I really feel. What I'd really LIKE to be able to do is IM them. And that if this person is reading this and knows whom they are, I'm probably being mentally shot at in their minds. Or something close to that.
Welp. So much for that.
Cheerio.
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2003 12 November :: 8.22pm
:: Mood: nostalgic
:: Music: "War Pigs" - Black Sabbath
Words with no meaning cannot fly.
Pow. No more hiatus. I can't spare much for detail right now, so I'll give the short of it all. ((Again...))
1. Scott gave me his Black Sabbath-Greatest Hits CD. Yay.
2. Maki somehow got me to try out for indoor track. My plan: Go. Get cut from the team. Act sad. Subject Maki into pity so she'll never ask me to try out for anything else. Ever again. Then reinstate my actions by supporting Maki somehow. The rest of my plan has yet to be made.
3. I got an "A" in math. Take that, last year's Algebra teacher!
4. I'm failing Spanish. Boo...
5. I should be going my homework right now. Why am I sitting here talking to myself?
6. I don't know why.
7. Lets get to ten. Easy to count to and say. Always good.
8. But first I should start writing complete sentences.
9. I need to catch up with some people. Namely: Ashmo, Hiei, Akira, Kudd, Day, Faye, ect.
10. Ect.
Oh, how I wish I was Iron Man.
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2003 4 November :: 10.11pm
:: Mood: crappy
:: Music: "Dig up her bones" - Misfits
The obvious unnoticed.
I'm taking a hiatus. Be thrilled. Cheerio.
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2003 1 November :: 11.27pm
:: Mood: nostalgic
:: Music: "Spider and the Fly" - London After Midnight.
Like a pencil with no lead, the shell of skin rotting.
I haven't updated in a few days...
I haven't updated in a few days because I haven't been online in a few days.
And I haven't been online because Typically: I was punished.
And there you have it.
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2003 28 October :: 8.54pm
:: Mood: Bored, with a hint of crap-y-ness.
:: Music: "Nas ne Dogonjants" - By some band Maki wants me to listen to
Pudding Piles of Snowflake Rice.
All right. This entry must be as terse as possible, being how I have less than five minutes to complete it.
So... Let's see. I'm bored. This is boring. My life is boresome. ...bore...
Well, something not-so-boring happened today, but it wasn't anything worthy being happy about. Some kid named Scott whom I barely know asked Kat if I'd go out with him, and when Kat told him no, she never really went out and said directly: "No."... So now Scott has been going around thinking I'm his girlfriend. So tomorrow I have to tell him that in fact we are not going out. Tomorrow. First thing. How fun. Thanks, Kat. Thanks a bundle...
How do things like that even get started? Scott is in ONE class of mine, and he sits on the completly opposite side of the classroom. How could you possibly like someone you don't even know??....
Time is up.
Cheerio.
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2003 20 October :: 6.48pm
:: Mood: artistic
:: Music: Malchik Gei
Ne ver, Ne Boysa.
Nikto nichego nikogda ne poymet. Takaya lyubov', iskusstvennyi med. Iskusstvennyi med, iskusstvennyi led. Iskusstvennyi rai, skoree vklyuchai
Takaya lyubov', nereal-nyi polet. Iskusstvennyi med, iskusstvennyi led. Takaya lyubov', iskusstvennyi smekh.
Iskusstvennyi sneg, I vse kak vo sne.
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2003 18 October :: 3.08pm
:: Mood: rambunctious
:: Music: "Colour me blood red" - Malice Mizer
The perfect scent of paper flowers.
It figures. I'm online, but nobody else is. I'm off-line, and nobody is home. It's like that song sung by who know's whom which goes: "And isn't it ironic?"
...I'm going to have to look that song up sometime. But not now. No, not now. Now it's time to rummage around the internet until I've ran out of possible words to type into the search engine starting with the letter "Y".
Cheerio-
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2003 12 October :: 12.58am
:: Mood: cold
:: Music: Ogata Megumi's
Chips, dips, and plastic hair clips.
So: Here I am. At Kat's. Do you know how LONG it is been since I was over here? And yet, what am I doing? Updating. Whoa.
Kat is sleeping, as so should I. But obviously, I'm not. And being the good friend Kat is, she's allowing me to use her computer because mine is being a total jerk. Heh.
You'd have to either be a random stranger whom randomly looks at random online journals, or blind not to notice the new background. I feel pretty stupid simply bringing it up or discussing it whatsoever. So all right then, there's that.
Homecoming was a complete waste of my time. Maki and I were bored out of our minds. So bored that we decided to leave an hour and a half eariler that expected. We have no idea who ended up being homecoming King or Queen. We also don't care.
...Have you ever been able to feel your eyelids dropping as you struggle to keep them open just another minute then they should be? If not, try pulling your eyelid down while keeping that same eye open.
Okay. Nevermind. That doesn't quite suit the same purpose of what I'm trying to explain.
To continue my rant on how much homecoming sucked: All the music played was either kitschy songs, rap, or love songs from the 70's; a contribute to all the teachers and parents whom were forced to stay. Although they did play that one 70's song from Air. Eh, I believe it's called "Playground Love." It rocks. I'm getting depressed just thinking about how much time I wasted at homecoming, so I'll start something else.
Here is a list of people I need to contact/ talk with/ and-dash-or assure I'm still living:
1. Akira.
2. Hiei.
3. Ashmo.
4. Toby.
5. Pretty much everyone from online...
6. Corinne
7. And Matt.
I hope if I can accomplish that, my life won't feel like it's ripping from the thread of every moral fiber. Even if I can just get a hold of the first three that'd be nice. Just to talk or be with them...
Argh... I. Need. Sleep. Now.
.Cheerio.
And forgive the dearth of effort in this entry. It's late and I'm starting to see things.
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2003 2 October :: 6.08pm
:: Mood: cheerful
:: Music: "Magic Man" - Heart. -[]- Whoo. Top 70's -[]-
Subhuman fool walking barefoot on the moon.
I have good news. And then I have a pretty ample amount of common news; the kind that people skip through; to type about. First off: The good news. My dad is finally going to fabricate some sort of plan or whatnot to enable me access to the computer. Apparently, my brother was the cause of the damage, ((The reason why I couldn't track websites)), so now, while my dad showers Taylor with unmericful hatred and constant "evil eyes," I have taken on the title of "the good child." I don't know how long it will last, but I'll bask in the glory for whatever time I have remaining.
....woo...
Em. And now the common news: I have like, a bo-billion-ma-trillion-a-thons ((That's right.)) of things I must do daily. Consequence of that: I won't be getting online until around 6:30-ish everyday. Wow. That information was pretty unaffecting.
......This song rocks. Whoo, 70's oldies.
Oh, and about that Live Journal-thing. I discovered that no matter how much I tried, I like this journal-thing better. Hence, if anyone wants a LJ code, feel free to ask.
End. Cheerio.
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2003 27 September :: 11.49am
:: Mood: blank
:: Music: "Vivica" - Jack off Jill
Your words seem so true; I wish I could believe them.
Today is the start of just another uneventful day in the life of me. Hurrah...
Last night I was over Jimmy's, along with Kat and Nick. Nick apparently is Jimmy's cousin, but I think they're too different to be related.
Anyway, we all watched "The Virgin Suicides" on the Life Time channel last night around midnight. Don't ask why we had Life Time on, because I yet to know that answer. I don't have much to say other than it was something to do. I'm using Jimmy's computer to update because mine won't track any websites or allow me to get to my mail box. Which, for lack of a better phrase, sucks.
And now it's time for me to wake up Kat and leave. Something tells me I don't want to still be down here when Jimmy's mom wakes up.
So there's my day in a nutshell. Be amazed.
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