| here we go again, world |
[10 Jun 2005|03:50am] |
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kings of leon- molly's chambers |
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introducing... my little brother.
topping 6'6" and he's only sixteen.
eat your veggies, kids.
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hey ho, let's go
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| to my brother george, the richest man in town |
[01 Jan 2004|12:00am] |
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i don't think i'm the best resolution-keeper...
last year, i believe, in no particular order they included:
1)find a way to do something unbelievably wonderful on st patrick's day (-)
2)go to a misfits show -IT ALMOST HAPPENED BUT THEY FUCKING CANCELED, ALRIGHT? (-)
3)have fun on sisters day and get anna the perfect present (-)
4)change my hair signifigantly (+)
5)promote spontaneous acts of kindness towards strangers (+)
6)take lots of pictures (+)
7)film a documentary (-)
8)learn to play guitar no..excuses..(-)
9)learn to juggle (+)
10)pierce something(+)
11)stop my constant intake of ramen noodles and cotton candy (-)
12)rip somebody off for at least $20 (+)
13)change somebody's mind drastically (+)
14)NOT get addicted to the real world (+)
15)leave behind stupid high school drama (-)
16)meet a nice boy and forget about previous assholes (-)
17)buy something on ebay that i can't afford (+)
18)overdose on eyeliner (+)
actually, 12 out of 18 isn't that bad.
and some of them were really... dumb.. so hah.
i resolve to not hold myself to anything.
and maybe grow up.. a little.
but that's it.
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| and girls that eat pizza but never gain weight |
[01 Dec 2003|01:07pm] |
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i am henry the 8th i am.. henry the 8th i am i am... |
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after last night's rendezvous at the new secret location, school was definitely not an option. i thought it'd be more fun to explore salem on foot, beginning at f.n.e.b. and ending at main street. hah. i must say i believe up until this point i have taken automotive transportation for granted. it seems a lot longer to get from place to place walking. and being 'hooted' at. ooh yeah.. those burly construction workers. mmm. baby. anyway, here i am at the library & i shall be off seeking further exploration adventures. [and with $17.25 in my pocket, i think i'll have myself another iced cappichino]
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| sometimes i've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast |
[29 Nov 2003|10:12am] |
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liam lynch- frankie forcefield |
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truly great madness cannot be achieved without significant intelligence.
what a week.
wednesday- 1/2 school, work, snoop dogg, el mall, shoe store, kroger<-bastards, food lion- cash paycheck, hecht's, walmart?- ah yes, coffee shop, macado's [we stayed 4.1 seconds] coach b, her very 1st car bomb, kicking ass at pool, drunk teacher, home, super clean, 4 something a.m. - sleep
thanksgiving- wake, pack, go to work, clock in, deal with the insane, clock out, pick up stuff, get iguanas, serious hanging out with mackenzie, james bond movies, cherry pie, dance party, staying up all night watching movies
friday- rudely awakened at 12 something by mackenzie, sprinkle cake, Gorgeous Ladies Of Wrestling, more movies, salem walmart, then underwear shopping with my brother, lollipop paint shop, not killing anybody driving home, mother yelling at me, sprinkle cake, falling asleep to the matrix
and here it is- saturday finally leaving for home but more work.
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| you know what happens to popular people... they get fat |
[28 Oct 2003|06:18pm] |
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i had such the adventure last night. it all started like this:
it was a cold and dark night. at approximately 10:30 p.m., the amazing anna & i decided to embark on a long walk, utilizing only each other's company and the presence of rosie the pigdog and lord vader the cat (explained later). now while this seemed like a good idea at the time.. our happyfunstroll soon took a startling turn for the worse. allow me to elaborate. after some accidental trespassing on :scoff: private property... we were on our way. lord vader (he had followed us out of the house and wouldn't go home) led the way. and there we were- anna, happy, slightly nervous about the possibility of setting off those motiondetector lights, and myself- frozen, excited, and just a little too hyper. the first interesting thing we did was search for the two-story completely HIDEOUS statue of liberty located in somebody's backyard. unfortunately, it was dark, and the statue was not spotlighted, and we couldn't quite remember whose yard it was in or where they lived. so we continued on our merry little way- past the horse pasture and down a little lane by the lake. i suggested we jack a paddleboat and put around the lake, but anna was not particularly into that. we had been walking for about a half hour by then, and we were looking for our way home. i mean, it's not like we could have gotten lost, right? not a mere mile or so away from our house, you say. well... i wouldn't say lost so much as temporarily misplaced the relation of latitude and longitude of our beings and that of our house. yes, we went up every street and dead end and backyard and shortcut, but we simply could not find our way back. after leading anna down the road i was so SURE was the right path.. we uhm... ended up almost in salem. how, you ask, did we end up in SALEM of all places? so far from home? on a simple evening stroll? perhaps this is not meant to be known. we somehow retraced our steps and after several wrong turns (and almost nakedness on my part, which was quite embarrassing to my beautiful sister) we found the road on which we came. and this time, when we passed the horse pasture, the horses were out and they came up to the fence to see us. i miss being around them all the time, they're gorgeous creatures. anyway, the important thing is, we arrived home, near midnight, frozen and tired, more relieved and grateful for our continued existence than anything else. oh, and guess what we're doing tonight?
that's right.
lace up your walking boots.
it's party time!
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| death is better, a milder fate than tyranny |
[27 Oct 2003|07:59pm] |
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i've been working. a lot. too much, in fact. let's fix that.
who wants to hangout? pick a time & a place- i'll be there. [i miss you all too much]
1st block- adv. english: 9:12 a.m.-
"UHM, ms chandler? the chick who did the harry potter thing... is that the same chick who wrote the twin towers and those movies?"
eeeek. apparently i have vastly over-estimated the intelligence of my generation. too bad.
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| america had often been discovered before columbus, but it had always been hushed up. |
[22 Sep 2003|05:20pm] |
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new york dolls- looking for a kiss |
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i'll betcha five dollars i shall fail this book report unless i develop ultra-fast reading powers slash book-report writing ability.
:/
ooooh:
science grade: A 100.0%
class average: C 78.6%
gloat/glee/boast/brag/HAH.
<small>maybe i <i>SHOULD<i> have been a marine biologist</small> |
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| pencil and grin: and who cares about grace when you've got a pretty face? |
[15 Sep 2003|07:56pm] |
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david bowie- bring me the disco king |
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i know the most amazing woman. her name is sasha. she is eighty something and i love her. i met her at brandon oaks.. and the first thing i noticed was her amazing apartment filled with all these incredible pictures from all over the world (she was born in poland). there's interesting artwork everywhere. oh.. and SHE KNOWS AUDREY HEPBURN. i was just.. casually perusing her apartment when i looked up and saw a picture of ms. hepburn and a beautiful young woman. i was shocked, to say the least. when i asked her who was with audrey, she told me, in the most casual manner "oh yehs, my dear, zat vould be audrey, ve vere great friends. ze young voman on the right vas me." i think i just stood there, staring in a dazed stupor. i looked around some more and there were letters and signed pictures. i couldn't believe it... anyway, she is completely amazing and i love her already. she has so many incredible stories to tell and experiences to share about growing up in poland. she was sent to a concentration camp when she was a little girl where most of her family was killed, and she came here and married a handsome man who became insanely wealthy. she has the greatest and most refined sense of humor, and she's incredibly intelligent. mmmmmmm.. i guess this is enough gushing and raving for today.
OH! franky, my dear, i don't give a damn..
for you know who you are.
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| when you're strange no one remembers your name |
[12 Sep 2003|06:02pm] |
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violent femmes- kiss off |
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ohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeezohjeez.
stress. thumbs down.
definitely...
would anyone like to buy me a trip to europe for my birthday?
i'll take you with me.
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| no reservations for the blue ice virgin |
[23 Aug 2003|06:09pm] |
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my life with the thrill kill kult |
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yeah, i was booted out of the baptist home [you're SO suprised, i can tell]. now don't go thinking i'm hardcore just because i got kicked out of a place for juvenile deliquents.. because i didn't do anything all that... bad... whatsoever. running away was stupid... but i did get my 36 hours of blissful freedom. other events and small.. mischief-like 'incidents' occured daily until i finally 'crossed the line' and was granted residence with my gorgeous sister [776-3027 for all my stalkers out there]. so i am set to invade patrick henry high school on august the twenty-fifth. i'll miss my northside dolls- such as sharon & ashly, oh and of course, my fangirls & fanboys.. and salem.. only a distant dream. oh depress! aklsjdflkasdjfklj effe patrick henry up its patriot ass.. they have these stupid block schedules with only 3 classes a day & each class is a whopping hour and fifty minutes long.. anyone who knows me will tell you i have the attention span of a 3 year old at a barbara streisand concert. how shall i survive? sigh.. tis only one more year after this. wish me luck [<3].
p.s.- guess whateverbody? i heart nathan. HAH.. bet you didn't know.
p.p.s.- watch this movie:
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| i am the death of real |
[26 Jul 2003|08:40pm] |
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flaming lips- drug machine |
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fuck the baptist home... AND not getting letters that were sent (<3 to my homey, audrin). AND nuns chewing on MY cotton candy bubble gum. because that's so not cool.
goddammmmnnit i miss you nathanannaaudreysharon.
so go ahead and send me some mail... i'll love you forever (not that i already don't, of course):
rachael gammon
english cottage [vbch]
860 mt. vernon lane
po box 849
salem, va 24153
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| the only good thing to come out of religion was the music |
[09 Jun 2003|11:06pm] |
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kiss me where it smells funny- bloodhound gang |
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sharon and i are SO psychic non related twins.. it's not even funny. we BOTH GOT ASKED OUT THE VERY SAME MINUTE TODAY BY DIFFERENT BOYS THAT WE HAD NO INTEREST IN WHATSOEVER. coincidence? hardly.. strange things are afoot at the circle k. anyway.. so today.. i didn't pack as much, didn't think as much, i just kind of sat around and talked to people on aim.. more than i usually do.. and it was interesting.
quotes of the day, in chronological order:
superskrull03: leeroy butch is my name and sex is my game
DarkShogun15: bah i wish i didnt have to live on this plane of exsistence
x Pseudo Logic x: on another note, how do you feel about the flaming lips and the talking heads?
The Convicted03: 723 days? Fuck, that's a long time.
x Pseudo Logic x: OMG, I LIKE, BET THEY HAVE THAT RAWKIN VID OF LIKE, THE JESUS DUDE WHO LIKE GETS NAILED ON A STICK! DOOOOOOD!
AftermathScumfuc: DONT TELL ANYONE IT WAS ME
Morrisonxix: its just the thought of having a hot girl then having another one making out with her; two great things are better than one
a1one in a crowd: ::beams:: i heart you too rachael.
a1one in a crowd: your mom sucks ass....
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| the day after tomorrow is the third day of the rest of your life |
[09 Jun 2003|05:53pm] |
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wow... the nicest thing my mom's EVER said to me: "yeah, you're weird. but you're a smart, unique, weird. i guess that's why you want to be an independent film director- to make smart, weird, unique films."
she couldn't possibly begin realize how much that meant to me.
but THAT didn't last for long:
morrisonxix: can you go go goo gooo?
i killed the spy: let me see
morrisonxix: come on
i killed the spy: she's screaming at me
i killed the spy: i told her i loved her and she looked like she was 20
i killed the spy: and yet she screams
morrisonxix: really
-^ michael.. didn't care TOO much
and so i've been spending approximately 0% of my time studying for exams, 80% of my time wandering aimlessly, and the remaining 20% packing.. getting ready to go to the 'summer camp for bad kids... in hawaii!' well, not exactly hawaii, persay.. but anyway. i'm just trying to look on the bright side.
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... and speaking of that dreaded establishment, i recently discovered you are allowed to have music there. thank allah. unfortunately... my music collection has grown both small [from unreturned borrowings and theft] and repetitive [now i love b.b. king AND the clash.. but after the 82384739th time of 3 o'clock blues and london's burning .. things can get frustrating].. so if anybody has something they've gotten tired of or if any of you lucky ones with a cd burner would like to mix me something [i'd pay you, of course].. that'd be pure ecstacy. as nietzsche once said, "life without music would be a mistake". well for me, it would a mistake, mortal sin, and abomination all rolled into one. music is life and life is music.. it could being a going-away favor or something.. and as i said.. i would be all too willing to pay you for your efforts. thanks <3
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| our love is rice and beans and horse's lard |
[08 Jun 2003|02:55am] |
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I ain't lookin' to compete with you,
Beat or cheat or mistreat you,
Simplify you, classify you,
Deny, defy or crucify you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.
No, and I ain't lookin' to fight with you,
Frighten you or uptighten you,
Drag you down or drain you down,
Chain you down or bring you down.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.
I ain't lookin' to block you up
Shock or knock or lock you up,
Analyze you, categorize you,
Finalize you or advertise you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.
I don't want to straight-face you,
Race or chase you, track or trace you,
Or disgrace you or displace you,
Or define you or confine you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.
I don't want to meet your kin,
Make you spin or do you in,
Or select you or dissect you,
Or inspect you or reject you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.
I don't want to fake you out,
Take or shake or forsake you out,
I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me,
See like me or be like me.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.
i miss her more than anything. i would go without cotton candy forever if everyone could live in our chateau in the south of france.
( •don't•bother; it's•lame• )
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| it's funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you viddy them on the screen |
[07 Jun 2003|02:36am] |
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i killed the spy (2:00:57 AM): hmmm
i killed the spy (2:00:58 AM): things
i killed the spy (2:01:00 AM): andstuff
i killed the spy (2:01:03 AM): ijustwannajasdfkljasdkljfkl;jsdfk
i killed the spy (2:01:04 AM): scream
i killed the spy (2:01:06 AM): really loud
a1one in a crowd (2:01:08 AM): yea....
i killed the spy (2:01:12 AM): and smash a beer bottle on the road
a1one in a crowd (2:01:15 AM): you should
i killed the spy (2:01:43 AM): i will
i killed the spy (2:01:47 AM): in a minute
a1one in a crowd (2:01:49 AM): GOOD
i killed the spy (2:08:07 AM): wow.. that was the best i've felt in weeks
a1one in a crowd (2:08:14 AM): yay
i killed the spy (2:08:30 AM): i couldn't find a beer bottle.. so i took one of those dumbass kubuki figurines/drink glasses and ran down my street.. in the rain
i killed the spy (2:08:36 AM): and smashed it as hard as i could
i killed the spy (2:08:44 AM): it's 2:00 in the fucking morning
i killed the spy (2:08:47 AM): i'm insane
•that helped... so fucking much• i probably shouldn't deal with my problems like that... but it's instant gratification & i've learned from the best. ever since i've been little, my family has controlled their problems that way. & smashing things is such a release... it feels so good to hear the glass shatter into a billion tiny peices on the asphalt.
people are crazy and times are strange
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| now I need you more than ever; let's spend the night together |
[07 Jun 2003|12:23am] |
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after my geometry exam, i went to the va. baptist home to take a tour. god, or some other higher power.. help me the fuck out. but then again.. i'm not on very good terms with god.. and i guess i'm not as lucky as i once thought. so, without further ado, the place where i will almost definitely spend my summer:
[sob]
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| we hope your rules and your wisdom choke you |
[05 Jun 2003|11:52pm] |
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my options for this summer include:
A) a 2% chance of staying with my most gorgeous sister, anna
B) a 98% chance of spending the entire summer in the virginia baptist children's home [which is, to me, the equivilent of hell]
i bet you're SO jealous right now. i'm generally a pretty lucky person.. not counting the past 8 non-winning lottery tickets i've purchased recently.. but the odds sure as hell are against me this time. wish me luck?
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| here's looking at you, kid |
[01 Jun 2003|11:28pm] |
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i woke up saturday morning feeling like shit...
however, saturday afternoon was much better.
miracle, you say? how, you ask?
well it's quite simple, actually.
another lonely weekend marathon.
the stats, if you will:
movies-it's a mad, mad, mad, mad world (1963)
one flew over the cukoo's nest (1975)
the beatles- yellow submarine (1968)
casablanca (1942)
wrestling ernest hemingway (1993) [yeah, i cried]
october sky (1999)
pocahantas (1995) [i was babysitting]
yours, mine, and ours (1968)
total popcorn consumed-3 bags
total time spent-15 hrs., 48 min.
so the biggest regret of the weekend?
not making it to presidents of the united states with sharon/not making it to the beatles tribute with audrin
there will be mandatory hanging out with the both of them because they rock so hard and i haven't seen aurdey in forever. [which is so not cool]
yeah. and then today, i did a lot of yardwork. then barry took me to wendy's, and saw i boon at wendy's, and then onto kroger, where i saw one of the stupid twins and his dumb friend, and ashley and the girl that made out with chicken man at a party, and then i saw adam, and then i went to norfolk & southern, where i saw 7 men with moustaches. on the way back, he told me a funny story about some guy at work whose 15 year old son asked his dad how to masterbate properly. and that was my day.
( •s•h•a•r•o•n• •r•o•c•k•s• •m•y• •c•a•s•b•a•h• )
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| that backs up their views but your face is so bruised |
[30 May 2003|07:26pm] |
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The Seven Deadly Sins Survey
1)ANGER.
¤ Who did you last get angry with? my mother
¤ What is your weapon of choice? my words
¤ Would you hit a member of the opposite sex? most assuredly
¤ How about of the same sex? even more so
¤ What's your Pet Peeve? ignorance
¤ Who was the last person who got really angry at you? my mother
¤ Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily? i'm definitely a pretty forgiving person
¤ Do you enjoy smashing things? yes, especially beer bottles on the road.. i learned from anna
2)SLOTH.
¤ What is one thing you're supposed to do daily that you haven't done in a long time? homework... school.
¤ What is the latest you've ever woken up? probably around 4 in the afternoon
¤ Name a person you've been meaning to contact, but haven't? stephanie
¤ What is the last lame excuse you made? "i don't want to...my feet hurt"
¤ Have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through (one of the long ones...)? yea.. i watched the whole Pilates infomercial the other day when i was sick (yeah, and i ordered it too)
¤ When was the last time you got a good workout in? 2 days ago.. yoga power
¤ How many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock today? precisely 3 times before being jolted awake with the rather unpleasant sounds of WHAM!
3)GLUTTONY.
¤ What is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice? strawberry daiquiris.. lattes and cappichinos
¤ Meat eaters: chicken once in a GREAT while... i don't like meat
¤ What is the greatest amount of alcohol you've had in one sitting/outing/event? jesus.. there's my weakness
¤ Have you ever used a professional diet company? NO
¤ Do you have an issue with your weight? never... i've always been pretty alright with my body
¤ Do you prefer sweets, salty foods, or spicy foods? CANDY... especially cotton candy and the like
¤ Have you ever looked at a small housepet or child and thought, "LUNCH"? oh hell no.
4)LUST.
¤ How many people have you seen naked (not counting movies/family) ugh.. TOO MANY
¤ How many people have seen YOU naked (not counting physicians/family)? uhm.. just sarah i guess.
¤ Have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest/crotch of a member of your gender of choice during a normal conversation? uh.. never
¤ Have you "done it"? haha... nah
¤ Kissed a member of the same sex? well.. yeah
¤ What is your favorite body part on a person of your gender of choice? bangs... and scrawny boys..
¤ Have you ever been propositioned by a prostitute? hahaha.. not that i can remember
¤ Have you ever had to get tested for an STD or pregnancy? nope
5)GREED.
¤ How many credit cards do you own? none
¤ What's your guilty pleasure store? EBAY, dammit
¤ If you had $1 million, what would you do with it? kidnap my friends my sister and go to europe
¤ Would you rather be rich, or famous? rich
¤ Would you accept a boring job if it meant you would make megabucks? hell no
¤ Have you ever stolen anything? not from a store.. from people i don't like, yeah
¤ How many MP3s are on your hard drive? no idea
6)PRIDE.
¤ What one thing have you done that you're most proud of? i can't think of anything.. which can't be good
¤ What one thing have you done that your parents are most proud of? i used to get straight a's
¤ What thing would you like to accomplish in your life? be successful, independent/do what makes me happy
¤ Do you get annoyed by coming in second place? i love second.. it's better than third, and i'm not a competitive person
¤ Have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were of much higher skill than all the other competitors? perhaps?
¤ Have you ever cheated on something to get a higher score? no [unless you count stupid online quizzes]
¤ What did you do today that you're proud of? smiled non-sarcastically at my mother
7)ENVY.
¤ What item (or person) of your friends would you most want to have for your own? sharon's computer ;Þ
¤ Who would you want to go on "Trading Spaces" with? my gorgeous and stylish sister anna
¤ If you could be anyone else in the world, who would you be? the girl in the chris issak video 'wicked games'
¤ Have you ever been cheated on? i'm skipping this one
¤ Have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own? just bangs..
¤ Finally, what is your favorite deadly sin? i'm particularly drawn to:
Lust- With so many beautiful people in this world
how can you control yourself? Maybe you and
vanity should hook up. You have the craving for
the pleasures of the body. Why this is your
sin: I think its obvious. Lust is ruled by
Venus and associated with the cow and the color
blue. Your punishment in Hell: You'll be
smothered in fire and brimstone. Not kisses.
7 Deadly Sins
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( naughty? )
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| and would you care to explain yourself, young man? |
[22 May 2003|10:16pm] |
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October 20, 1996
Dear Rachel,
It's a beautiful day outside, and I find myself wishing that we could have spent this morning doing something fun like looking for golf balls in the creek at Brookside Park instead of me waiting around here and you being in school not very far from me. Then I think of all the other beautiful days that have passed with you in one place and me in another and realize that time, precious time, is something that I have squandered a lot of in my life.
Not that wasting time is always a bad thing to do … I have always felt that when it comes to "stopping and smelling the roses" some time can be "wasted" in a very valuable manner, and indeed I have often felt sorry for those people that we meet that are pushing so hard to make every minute of their life count as one more step toward some important goal in their life that they never give themselves the opportunity to relax and enjoy life' s most simple pleasures … like holding their daughter on their lap and listening to her chatter away about little things that are important to her …..
I have certainly "wasted" plenty of time in my life that would have been better spent talking, laughing, and walking with you; I am now in a position where the luxury of times like that will be something that I will have to work very hard to arrange. I am sorry that there is a four-hour drive between you and me, I wish that we lived a lot closer to each other. We will have to just see if we can't make the best out of what is available to us as far as our opportunities to get together with each other.
You know, you should really think about 3 things:
1. Getting organized at school so that the flurry of notes home stops.
2. Keeping your room clean.
3. Always get the things that you have to do out of the way first, so that you can do things like talk on the computer with me and spend time with me when I come to see you.
Anyway, work on those three things really hard until they happen almost all by themselves without you even having to think much about them, much less having Mom have to constantly remind you of them … then maybe we can pretend that you are getting a lot better at taking care of those things partly because you are so happy to be seeing your Dad! Who knows … maybe everybody would be dying to get us together!!
Anyway, your Mom is here. Bye Rachel … see you in just a little while.
I love you.
Dad
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wow. looking back...it bothers me more now than it did back then.
although i guess i was too young to care.
the billionth time around, it's starting to make sense..i know i should have noticed it before.
maybe i wouldn't have hung on to my foolish, immature hopes for so long. i cannot conceive of any other explanation.
things i've learned from this letter:
1)if your "DAD" can't spell your name right, he doesn't really like you.
2)grownups have mastered bullshitting little kids.
3)when they try to impart their accumulated wisdom 'thus far' upon you, and you can't trust them to spell your name right, it's not worth knowing.
4)boys lie.
5)"i love you" has to mean something different and/or completely opposite in some other language.
and of course,
6)"see you in a little while" in fact, does not mean.. "see you in a little while". in all actuality, it really means, "i drove 4 hours to see your mother and then leave before you got home from school even after writing this incredibly 'deep, heartfelt' letter to you, who i supposedly love so much, although i have not cared to contact you since your mother gave birth to you, you little bastard girl..
i haven't talked to you since before you wrote this letter, so:
peter clayton, please rot in hell.
love always,
your little bastard girl.
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| it's mayhem, ladies and gentlemen; ABSOLUTE mayhem |
[08 May 2003|07:52pm] |
friday:
×1st day of school in forever
×homework
×getting out of class
×constant fake sympathy
×UNZIPPED zippers [grr.]
saturday
sunday
×the coffee shop
×a vanilla espresso cooler
×VERY suprise reunions
×blue eyeliner
×renassaince fair
×madelyn the bashful knight
×a shopping spree w/ my beautiful seeester
×spiderweb tattoos by joe
×salem ice cream parlour-
×2 scoops of cotton candy ice cream
×the bathroom at tastee freeze
×sword fighting at the skatepark
×an inpromptu visit to jeremy
×subway
×laughing at stacie
×slums of beverly hills
monday/tuesday/wednesday/thursday
×insomnia
×4 consecutive nights of adult swim
×sunbathing
×puking my brains out/staring into this:
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| i found religion in the greeting card aisle, and now i know hallmark was right |
[02 May 2003|09:40pm] |
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tori amos- playboy mommy/she's your cocaine |
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choose an artist: tori amos
answer these questions with their lyrics:
1) are you male or female?
muhammad my friend
it's time to tell the world
we both know it was a girl
back in bethlehem
2) what do you look like?
and are their devils with halos
in beautiful capes
taking them into the flames
3) how would you describe yourself?
i'm much stronger than you know
sometimes i'm not afraid to let it show
4) how do others feel about you?
she didn't know how to live in a town that was rough
it didn't take long before she knew she'd had enough
walking home in her wrapped up world
she survived but she's feeling old
'cause she found
all things cold
strange little girl
where are you going?
5) what do you believe in?
father says bow your head like the good book says
well i think the good book is missing some pages
6) describe your home
excuse me but can i be you for a while
my dog won't bite if you sit real still
i got the anti-christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again
yeah i can hear that
7) what do you want to do right now?
i'll go chasin' the nuns out in the yard
and i'll run naked through the streets without my mask on
and i will never need umbrellas in the rain.
i'll wake up in strawberry fields every day
8) where do you want to be right now?
maybe i'm a witch lost in time
running throw the fields of scotland by your side
kicked out of france but i still believe
taken to a land far across the sea
9) how do you love?
why do i feel so threatened
that somebody else will take what's mine?
babe, it's only rented
no one really owns the merchandise
10) what do you think about the opposite sex?
cause boy you still look pretty
when you're putting the damage on
11) what is love?
so confused
i almost threw it all away
for you
you took me higher
and you dropped me lower
than i've ever been
13) what do you think about God?
god sometimes you just don't come through
do you need a woman to look after you?
god sometimes you just don't come through
12) what do you think about your best friends?
i say the world is sick
you say tell me what that makes us, darlin
13) how do you feel right now?
here we go again
these little earthquakes
doesn't take much to rip us into pieces
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| a heart can be broken but it keeps on beating just the same |
[29 Apr 2003|02:34pm] |
that's from fried green tomatoes.
the damn insurance doesn't cover anything- and six hundred seventy-eight dollars a day doesn't fly.
i'm not suicidal, but i'm not alive. i'm not crazy, and i'm not sane. and i really don't care.
i said,"hey, where's my mom?"
the response:"i hurt her real bad, she's downstairs bleeding."
and then i ran away. i guess that makes me a bad person. but wandering the streets at night looking for a phone is just another way to pass the time. i'll be gone soon anyhow. murderous thoughts don't last forever. not even those of revenge.
i just don't want to anymore.
leave me be.
let me rot.
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| horoscopes & horror hopes |
[23 Apr 2003|03:37pm] |
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subhumans: ex -teenage rebel |
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yeah, so i played hooky... again. i really should start going to school more often, it might be good for me. i've just felt really weird lately. when i wake up in the morning, i get this horrible sense of dread- like i can't get up, and my brain feels like it's going to explode. maybe it has something to do with the continuous headaches. or maybe not. anyway, i'm going to a neurologist soon to get some tests done. yeah, more doctors. they all think i'm crazy/fucked up. but maybe i am. i'm learning how to fuck with them more... i'm beginning to ascertain everything they ask you has a double meaning. just because i responded "sure, i think everybody thinks about that at one time or another" to the question, "have you ever thought what it would be like if you weren't here", i get labeled me suicidal, and i am not allowed to administer any of my medication to myself. haha.. anybody who knows me knows i'm not suicidal. they're all full of shit, anyway. fake medicines for fabricated illnesses, prevaricated diagnoses, one moronic 'physician' after another... i'm not dealing with that anymore. (excuse the angst, it's just one of those days)
numerology to combat boredom:
Name Analysis: Rachael Elizabeth Gwendolyn Clayton Gammon
Expression: 1 (The Expression number shows us who we truly are, what we came into this life already knowing. This is where we feel most comfortable and how we automatically act. It is the essence of our identity.)
You have an innate ability to get what you want and what you need for your survival. You are primarily concerned about developing the self and acquiring resources for your own enjoyment. Your independence and courageous determination to succeed makes you a good leader, and your unique approach is sure to open the doors to brave new worlds and fascinating discoveries.
Soul Urge: 5 (The Soul Urge number has also been called Heart's Desire and Spiritual Urge. It is our secret, innermost longing. Our dream, our motivation, the fuel that energizes our journey.)
Variety is what drives you. For this reason travel, the arts, education and self expression are areas where you are likely to be found. Freedom to choose, to move about without limitation, to absorb information and to observe life are imperative to your inner health and happiness. You crave stimulation and may be drawn to exhilarating adventures and death-defying sports. Your sensual nature will lead the way.
Persona: 5 (The Persona number describes the way we appear to the outside world, the first impression people have of us.)
You've got charisma, and a following to prove it. You live by your belief that change is progress, and so there tends to be a quick turn over in your relationships, jobs and even educational interests. You are the proverbial, "jack of all trades-master of none.", and this gives you a multi-dimensionality that befriends you to people of every walk of life. You are colorful in your dress and possess a magnetic sensuality.
click to find out what your name says about you
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13 gave 'em the boot - hey ho, let's go
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| because in my town you can't drive naked |
[22 Apr 2003|05:47pm] |
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my mom bitching out her problems to some unfortunate soul/whoever will listen on the telephone |
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:/
well i'd like to visit the moon
on a rocket ship high in the air
yes i'd like to visit the moon
but i don't think i'd like to live there
though i'd like to look down on the earth from above
i would miss all the people and places i love
so all though i might like it for one afternoon
i don't wanna live on the moon
so if i could visit the moon
well i'd dance on a moonbeam and then
i would make a wish on a star
and i would wish i was home once again
-ernie, seasame street
 and a merry earth day to all.
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| we call ourselves the people in the real world |
[21 Apr 2003|01:52pm] |
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dead kennedys- we've got a bigger problem now |
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friday: sucked. except for one thing (or should i say person) in particular.
saturday: had a few things wrong with it. such as- easter dress shopping. for church. at the mall. WITH MY MOM. fun. yeah, but thanks to sharon's fabulous sister scotti, i ended up with.... ( THIS ) score one for me. well, i actually began to feel bad about my shopping tactics with my mother. she HATES buying me clothes, and she rarely ever does, (since we can't agree on anything) but i think i've figured out how to manipulate her in times of my extreme lack of any money whatsoever. when we first get to that dreaded place of mass commercialism, i simply insist we "check out the sales" at all the department stores. then i proceed to encourage her in the purchase of anything she picks up. how would this help my case, you ask? well, it's quite simple, actually. after indulging herself in the latest ralph lauren/tommy hilfiger getup, i have found she is more willing to er.. help me out a little in the buying certain items, such as the oh-so-necessary/slightly-overpriced easter dress. (oh, and please tell scotti i said thank you, sharon- her suggestion completely worked)
sunday: boring to the 18th power. (generic easter activities with the family)
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| if you think you're bulletproof, you're right |
[15 Apr 2003|10:23am] |
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all that nothingness here in the library |
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she actually broke the internet, so i'm updating from school.
and just when i thought i couldn't climb any higher on the ladder of white trash-ness, she starts a fistfight at the hair salon. crazy bitch that she be. anyway, i'm expecting to be sent away soon enough, because she can't 'deal with me'. but it is her, so i have no idea how anything will turn out. i mean, it's not like i have anything to worry about. her stupid "detention center threats" aren't valid because i haven't done anything illegal (that she knows about). i'm actually not that bad, compared to other people. we just don't get along.
yeah, so yesterday was a little screwed up. i took refuge at robin's house after school, the salon, and the fight. he made me breakfast. such a nice boy. and then i spent the rest of the day at kim & terry's, talking about haircuts and trading spaces. stacie was there, she's moving to boutetourt (good riddance?). yeah, and then home- and more screaming, more cursing, more bullshit.
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8 gave 'em the boot - hey ho, let's go
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| sometimes i think i'd be better off dead. no, wait, not me, you. |
[12 Apr 2003|09:08pm] |
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# 7 on the cd john made me while staying at kurt's house. |
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last night was great. it could have been 9384789234798 times better- but i'm the only one in the world with a psychotic, bitchy, strict as hell, completely insane mother. i could have ridden with everybody. i could have stayed at the show later. i could have seen nathan.
BUT-
i got to meet audrey (finally, & in the flesh)
AND... she rocks the casbah. ( i've got a whole new meaning of "BE the tree") and anyway, just in case you haven't guessed, last night was spent hanging out at the excellent venue of:  , watching the red skulls/k word/good for you/born with a tail show with some amazingly fabulous/beautiful people, such as:
sharon, audrey, ashly, audrey's boyfriend john, and anna. (not my sister) she's this really cool girl that has enough sense not to go to NHS anymore. and yeah, i missed nathan by 2 minutes. that's what i heard. damn her. i really do not understand how that woman could have given birth to me. it just doesn't make sense. not at all. we're completely different. ugh, & i have 993 days left until freedom. damn it. that seems longer than forever. ----------oh bondage, up yours.
( simply shocking )
oh and.. today sucked because of THIS.
yeah.. THAT because:
[ Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<a hrefhttp://www.mapquest.com/directions/main.adp?go>') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.] last night was great. it could have been 9384789234798 times better- but i'm the only one in the world with a psychotic, bitchy, strict as hell, completely insane mother. <strike>i <i>could have</i> ridden with everybody</strike>. <strike>i <i>could have</i> stayed at the show later</strike>. <strike>i <i>could have</i> seen nathan</strike>. BUT- i got to meet audrey (finally, & in the flesh) AND... she rocks the casbah. ( i've got a whole new meaning of "<i>BE the tree</i>") and anyway, just in case you haven't guessed, last night was spent hanging out at the excellent venue of: <img src="http://www.hpphoto.com/servlet/LinkPhoto?GUID=4cd53685-bc9c-7bad-24f1-4dd7b3bd5a65&size=" width=215 height=43 alt="" align="bottom">, watching the red skulls/k word/good for you/born with a tail show with some amazingly fabulous/beautiful people, such as: sharon, audrey, ashly, audrey's boyfriend john, and anna. (not my sister) she's this really cool girl that has enough sense not to go to NHS anymore. and yeah, i missed nathan by 2 minutes. that's what i heard. damn <b><i>her</i></b>. i really do not understand how that woman could have given birth to me. it just doesn't make sense. not at all. we're <i>completely</i> different. ugh, & i have 993 days left until freedom. damn it. that seems longer than forever. ----------oh bondage, up yours. <lj-cut text="simply shocking"> <img src="http://www.hpphoto.com/servlet/LinkPhoto?GUID=5bb966d2-2382-3c92-7af7-13073e95e9e1&size=" width=286 height=417 alt="" align="bottom"> it is true, i am afraid.. this girl (yes, girl) <b><i>STOLE </i></b>our beloved sharon's <b>pants</b>. how could this happen, you say? the world may never know. (i didn't even <i>notice</i> when i was taking the picture) </lj-cut> oh and.. <b><i>today</b></i> sucked because of <a href="http://www.mapquest.com/directions/main.adp?go=1&do=nw&ct=NA&1y=US&1a=6841+autumn+wood+lane&1p=&1c=roanoke+&1s=va&1z=24019&1ah=uPV%252bQJrUgc8P5%252b%252b3SwvwgeNE56qdlbnJw4nCWmxUVu6UUEwdJYlyYo1dGsxyjijKeDceeM6xReKwqdlcju3pWQ%253d%253d&2y=US&2a=5431+Bauman+Dr&2p=&2c=roanoke&2s=va&2z=24019&2ah=fNl94yPNtvLrJX6ZYqOzYCWd8yIt7950n0JxRO7RexKwz0o8MuK%252fX%252bw2L07sRgaewYuvToWB3MRKBN4cBSbaXA%253d%253d&lr=2&x=57&y=18">THIS.</a> yeah.. THAT because: <a hrefhttp://www.mapquest.com/directions/main.adp?go=1&do=nw&ct=NA&1y=US&1a=6841+autumn+wood+lane&1p=&1c=roanoke+&1s=va&1z=24019&1ah=uPV%252bQJrUgc8P5%252b%252b3SwvwgeNE56qdlbnJw4nCWmxUVu6UUEwdJYlyYo1dGsxyjijKeDceeM6xReKwqdlcju3pWQ%253d%253d&2y=US&2a=5431+Bauman+Dr&2p=&2c=roanoke&2s=va&2z=24019&2ah=fNl94yPNtvLrJX6ZYqOzYCWd8yIt7950n0JxRO7RexKwz0o8MuK%252fX%252bw2L07sRgaewYuvToWB3MRKBN4cBSbaXA%253d%253d&lr=2&x=57&y=18">yeah, i was two point oh five miles away from him.</a> yet, i didn't get to see him. <i>again</i> <h3>"fuckin a" |
9 gave 'em the boot - hey ho, let's go
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| i fell into a burning ring of fire- i went down down down and the flames went higher |
[10 Apr 2003|09:58pm] |
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today the glass is:
1/2 full because-
• sharon's keen eyesight got us money
• nathan's coming up tomorrow
• i have chinese food
• i finished my njord report for tales & legends during lunch
• i got new medicine from the crazy doctor (paxil, baby)
• i didn't have to go to 8th pd.
1/2 empty because-
° i was late, so now i have idp
° 3 dress code violations (more idp)
° mr journell lies
° the attendence lady is the antichrist
° 1 of the stupid office whores yelled at me
(another alleged dress code violation- but what does she know)
° i got a 0 today in health for not taking notes
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| the afi is on the mtv? unsolved mystery no longer- |
[08 Apr 2003|08:29pm] |
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a1one in a crowd: and how about you miss hasn't been at school
i killed the spy: haha
i killed the spy: i knoww
i killed the spy: it sucks
i killed the spy: hahah.. wait
i killed the spy: no it doesn't
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slipnot6987: where you been?
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skaterangelm16: where were u today
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RavenBN15: y havent you been at school
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SwEtNsExY97: why have u been home?
i killed the spy: cause i haven't liked going to school
SwEtNsExY97: ohhh okay
[you know, stacie's intelligence always leaves me speechless/in awe]
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DarkShogun15: you didnt go to school
i killed the spy: correct
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dukecrazy06: haha do explain
i killed the spy: why i wasn't at school?
dukecrazy06: sure!
dukecrazy06: did you get drunk or somethin?
i killed the spy: PSHT
i killed the spy: nah
dukecrazy06: no?
i killed the spy: just felt like staying home for a couple of days
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so there's my story. i'm not dead, kids, contrary to popular belief.
( i had the weirdest dream last night )
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| "dear diary, my teen angst bullshit has a body count" -heathers |
[06 Apr 2003|06:26pm] |
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the pixies- subbacultcha |
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Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
yeah, i watched trainspotting (again) this weekend.
and some other good movies:
the smokers
psycho
subUrbia
slc punk
heathers
and a few i seriously regret:
save the last dance
jerry macguire <-- particularly awful
down to you
don't ask me how or why i sat through those last three. i don't know either...
oh, and to top it off... bless the child which was borderline.
just not very scary.
and also, on this weekend, which consisted mostly of movies, i went on a picnic.
i got valentine to drive me to subway and then over to good ol' peyton street.
-it was comforting.. that hasn't changed at all. i mean, sure it's a little weird now that my grandmother's dead and everything, but the tree stump by the creek where anna used to tell me fairy stories when i was little is still there. so i ate and took some pictures.. and came back. i kind of just wanted to stay there though. it was all tranquil and reassuring.. leaving was weird, like purposefully going back into the fucked up world. i just wanted to stay, and have anna sit down in her flannel shirt and gorgeous red hair and tell me about princess rowena and her big sister.
 oh and this too
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| i'd swim the ocean in a suit of lead, you'd stand there, & throw rocks at my head. |
[03 Apr 2003|08:15pm] |
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yesterday brittany came over to help me with 'cheerleading'. HAH. and it looked easy. i did discover i am exactly 0% pep. i have NO idea why i made the stupid bet in the first place. perhaps it will make for an interesting experience... i've already learned stuff:
1) there will be no "woooing" allowed. ever. (highly prohibited, it's a cheerleading abomination)
2) if you do, in fact, survive, the evil cheerleading cult also known as 'varsity' will find some undesirable trait in you and tease you about it forever. for instance, big ass, fatty, and suckup- so mature, no?
3) doing a 'double herky' on a trampoline is entertaining, and doesn't usually end in you falling on your ass in a painful manner.
4) having sex while in uniform will result in being benched for 2 count em 2 whole games.
5) hair dyed an unnatural color besides green* or yellow* will result in 'dismissal from the team' SQUAD. whatever.
(* school colors)
i have until april 28 to ditzify myself.
anyway... today is better. and without further ado:
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| i hate hip hop kids, i hate their fucking noise, i hate the hip hop girls & i hate the hip hop boys |
[30 Mar 2003|07:24pm] |
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haha.. if you dare..(honestly, you can't offend me):
Rachael is _______.
Rachael thinks about_______ a lot.
When i think of Rachael, i think of _______.
i want Rachael to _______ me.
if i were alone in a room with Rachael, i would _______.
i think Rachael should _______.
Rachael needs _______.
i want to _______ Rachael.
if i could describe Rachael in a word: _______.
Rachael will never _______.
i know Rachael will _______.
Rachael can _______ my _______.
i _______ Rachael because _______.
memories of Rachael are _______.
Rachael can be _______.
the worst thing about Rachael is _______.
humor me.....? ;D
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| you know what stuart? i like you... you're not like the other people, here in the trailer park |
[30 Mar 2003|01:28pm] |
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LAST NIGHT:
3:03am: collide with my mom in the hall
3:04am: get screamed at, because "it was obviously my fault"
3:07am: my mom starts having "shooting pains in her brain"
3:09am: i get yelled at to "DO SOMETHING"
3:11am: i go online to check for symptoms she might have
3:14am: i find a number for a "head injury hotline" in california
3:16am: my stepdad calls it; hands my mom the phone
3:17am: apparently, the head injury hotline can't give medical advice, but can only "point you in the right direction"
3:19am: my mom starts freaking out because she "doesn't want to die"
3:23am: my stepdad yells at her because, "betsy, you BUMPED YOUR HEAD, you didn't get slammed into a wall at 40 mph"
3:24am: my mom debates whether to drive herself to the emergency room, or call 911
3:25am: i try to convince her to lay down (of course, "that only intensives the pain")
3:27am: my mom decides to go to the emergency room
3:28am: i get dressed, and grab a copy of the scarlet letter
3:31am: as i head outside to start the car, my mom calls off the emergency room idea
3:35am: "we don't have insurance"
3:27am: i questioned her concern about insurance when she felt she was about to die, which only led to her extreme pissed-off-ness
3:29am: i suggest she try and lay down with the lights off, in complete silence, to see if that helps, but-
3:30am: "no, i was thinking i'd watch a little TV"
STUART
you know what stuart? i like you. you're not like the other people here in the trailer park. oh no, don't get me wrong, they're fine people, good americans. but they're content to sit back, maybe watch a little mork and mindy on channel 57. maybe kick back a cool coors 16-ouncer. they're good fine people, stuart. but they don't know what the queers are doing to the soil. you know that johnny werzner kid - the kid who delivers papers in the neighborhood? he's a fine kid. some of the neighbors say he smokes crack, but i don't believe it. anyway, for his 10th birthday, all he wanted was a burrow owl, just like his old man. "dad, get me a burrow owl. i'll never ask for anything else as long as i live". so the guy breaks down and buys him a burrow owl. anyway at 10:30 the other night i go out into my yard and there's the werzner kid looking up in the tree. i said, "what are you looking for?" he said, "i'm looking for my burrow owl." i say, "jumping jesus on a pogo stick. everybody knows that a burrow owl lives in a hole in the ground. why the hell do you think they call it a burrow owl, anyway?" now stuart, do you think a kid like that is gonna know what the queers are doing to the soil? i first became aware of this, about 10 years ago, the summer my oldest boy bill jr. died. you know that carnival that comes to town every year? well this year it came with a ride called the mixer. the man said "keep your head and arms inside the mixer at all times." but bill jr., he was a daredevil., just like his old man. he was leaning out saying, "hey everybody, look at me, look at me". pow! he was decapitated. they found his head over by the snowcone concession. a few days after that, i open up the mail and there's a pamphlet in there, from pueblo, colorado. and it's addressed to bill jr. and it's entitled, "do you know what the queers are doing to our soil?" now stuart, if you look at the soil around any large u.s. city with a big underground homosexual population - des moines, iowa, perfect example. look at the soil around des moines, stuart. you can't build on it, you can't grow anything in it. the government says it's due to poor farming. but i know what's really going on, stuart. i know it's the queers. they're in it with the aliens. they're building landing strips for gay martians. i swear to god. you know what stuart, i like you. you're not like the other people, here in the trailer park.
and then it's alright..
thank you, dead milkmen
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