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[03 Dec 2006|07:27am] |
Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.
- Salvador Dali
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| if you're so clever... if you're so entertaining... |
[28 Sep 2006|02:27am] |
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i think the reason i never ever take shit off my bed before i go to sleep is because i don't like the idea of getting into an empty bed. hmph.
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[11 Jul 2006|02:56am] |
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i'm scared i'm gonna have nightmares about crustaceans.
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[14 Jun 2006|12:35am] |
i wrote an email today that i dread getting a response to.
the rest i'll have to make friends only or something
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[30 Apr 2006|03:12am] |
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JESUS.
i'm watching nova about colts. you know, baby horses. and my heart is meltinggggggg.
horses are sooo perfect. too bad they're fucking stupid animals.
this is how i always feel:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JEANMARIE!!!
iloveyou
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Rebecca took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test! "Preoccupied with things of an intensely exciting n..."
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| let me get my hands on your mammary glands |
[23 Apr 2006|04:00am] |
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so i dont know how i feel about working at best buy. it's becuase it's like, in gainesville. and the people are jussst...
i mean, for instance, the other day i get this couple the guy's shirt says in big letters: I FARM YOU EAT and the girl's shirt says BRING IT. siiigh.
i'm constantly wanting to rebel and like when people throw money at me i want to throw the change back at them, in their face, one coin at a time. i cannot handle how when i'm still ringing up items, people will like just swipe their card over and over and over again and stare at the machine dumbly, NOT understanding why it hasn't totalled, not getting that i am still ringing up items, dumbfuck. this job is good to teach me humility and patience, when i have an overgrown hillbilly with a neon green, glow-in-the-dark tongue ring trying to boss me around. and restraining my attitude. but it's also just making me grow more into my prejudices because i categorize people like crazy. it's always the same people that do the same things to me. and i can always guess the way things will play out with a person the moment they walk into the store. it actually makes my judgmentality quite weary.
sometimes you just get to points in your life when you're like, you need a change of scenery. this is my life like every month. but since i can't afford to keep hopping on planes. i need a change of routine. thank god school is ending.
i try to walk through why this boy should not like me, and nothing seems to be working with that. im just ending up insulting him, which, if experience has shown me, only makes him like me more, until it gets really bad.
in m y life why do i give valuable time to people that don't care if iiiii live or diiiiieee?
whatever. lyrics are important.
um, really why am i awake? REALLY. i'm not studying.
thanks to my desperate need to go to do something, esp. drink, last night jea ended up with a flat, i didnt sleep til7am, then woke up at 1pm, work at 2:30pm-10:30pm, bullshit to come home to, and i will be awake at 5am, obviously. uggghhh
i don't know if i wanna go home. to same old, same old. or stay here. like i have an outlet of choice to be somewhere longer. go home, and there's beach and car. but no new friends. which, it's clear to me, is what i need. i guess for now i'll make dresses with krista.
oh whatta mess i've made of my life
my icecream's melting
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[14 Apr 2006|05:07am] |
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i can't believe i ate my frosty as i was walking home today, like out in the open, serving myself up for persecution as a major fatty. people kept running by me. like running for exercise, not because the had to get somewhere fast. and i just knew that even though they didn't call me out, they were thinking it.
i feel like my form of procrastination is an art. it's marvelous. i've been done with what i needed to do tonight for the past hour. but i'm still away because i panicked about something. and then i stuck my nose ring back in. that hurts. so i'm awake now.
i like having the house to myself. i wonder if i truly hate someone. like if they were to die, i'd be relieved, but i wouldn't ever contribute to their death or be able to witness it without interfering, if they were upset or something i'd cave in and be helpful. but at the same time, i feel like if there is a hell... a place where true lowlifes go.
i don't understand people who can lie easily. who can tell a lie and not understand that lying is bad and not feel like shit for it.
i don't understand how some people just have to be liked by others. being liked has never bothered me. it's never been on my agenda with people. i see this as a bad thing really, in a social aspect, but at the same time, i guess i stay true to myself. one thing that does bother me, is not whether or not people like me but whether or not they get the wrong impression. i cannot stand that. it drives me crazy when people think i think something that i don't, or something. even if it's no big deal, like someone i don't care about. so i guess i do care what people think of me, but not necessarily if it's good, more if it's the correct thing.
i don't understand boys that like me. and why it's never the right boy. i think it's me. i have a problem.
i'm going home for easter. even though my family has no ties to jesus. i figure it's as good an excuse as any.
i like that my roomate is gone and the house is wide open. only i don't venture outside out of habit. it'd be nice if he could migrate from the couch and get out every once and a while. so that i could escape and breathe a little. i hate not feeling comfortable walking around my own place.
it's 5am and i haven't eaten since 6:30pm. i'm starving. nyquil kicking in, sweeetass!
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