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I want to burrow tunnels and store our love forever.
I don't know why I have such an affinity for tunnels. They are oddly comforting.
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| If You Can Fix Me Up We'll Go A Long Way |
[10 Jul 2007|10:00am] |
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Lots of tests. :P Hmm, don't really have anything to update upon. Except, I'm gonna go over Nicole's house possibly and watch Pan's Labryinth! I'm a bit excited, I enjoy spending time with her. C:
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| :] I feel good. |
[20 May 2007|11:21am] |
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Hype - Tegan & Sara |
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Today is pretty nice, except for being mildly tired and the fact that it's a sunday, I'm usually dreading things by Sunday, but I gots good musics (thanks to Courtney<3) and I don't know. Just feeling upbeat for some odd reason.
lol @ failed animation
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| Oh dear god. x__x |
[19 May 2007|10:09am] |
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I probably had the most frightening dream last night in the longest time.
I can't remember everything, but I think I was out in like a park or a field with Jack and my friend Gary and we were just standing there and then all of a sudden this bee out of nowhere kept buzzing around me and flying really close to me, the buzzing sound was so loud and I tried to keep following the bee with my eyes and Gary kept saying not to agitate the bee and that the bee was getting more and more angrier. And I wanted to push it away or run away but it would sting me. Jack just stood there not doing anything and I was watching the bee for like what it seemed to be more than five minutes and then I tried to wake myself up and when I woke up my head was shaking and my eyes were moving around (like in circles or something, as if I was still following the bee) and I couldn't focus on anything for like a minute. I thought I was possessed. ;; lol.
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[17 Jan 2007|09:36pm] |
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I feel weird. :x
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
6. Fuck tagging. Tag yourself if you want.
"Queen: Be thou assured, if words be made of breath,
And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
What thou hast said to me."
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| Uh yuh. |
[16 Jan 2007|08:55pm] |
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So. Let's see how did my day go?
Pooter Art: I turned in two projects today, so I have a 93.9% now but I still have to turn in another project. jgafhhakj Then I will be donee!! Maybe I'll get above 100% that would be quite nifty.
English: Mr. Shay is the most inspiring teacher in the world. We just went over the books we've read, nothing too exciting. Or at least not to someone else. It's cute how he gets all excited about english and the roots and origins of words. It almost uplifts you seeing someone who is so happy and satisfied with their profession. I'm probably going to miss this class even though I fall asleep a lot.
Gym: My group played Pig, Monkey and some other dumb basketball-based game. It's funny how divided my gym class is. Basically it's most of the black girls and me at one court, the white athletic people at another and a big mess of people just playing hardcore full court basketball. Tomorrow we have free gym and the next day too. So I'm most likely going to play volleyball. :)
Advisory/Lunch: Same old, same old. I was shocked that Quyen wasn't there today. Then again it's not much of a shock because her boyfriend broke up with her. Even though they're still bestfriends and they both still love each other and they both still want to be together. They basically are dating, they just don't have a title now. Which I find ridiculous. Sadly I don't sympathize her like I know I should.
Art: We did a review worksheet and I did my evaluation sheet for my project on lineoleum print blocks. I hate POP ART. HATE HATE HATE HATE. But it's cool because I did Hitler as my icon. And then started on my surrealism project. I can't wait 'til next year. I want to be in AP Art or at least Advanced Art. However, I'll be quite upset if I don't make AP :(.
I'm feeling pretty well. Everything seems to be going my way for the most part. It's lame that now I'm noticing a lot of my friends around me are so weak and dumb. I'm tolerant but I don't think I can be fully anymore. There are some things I just can't accept or have around. Maybe it's this quiet superiority I have.
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| AMAZING! |
[14 Jan 2007|09:39am] |
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I actually dreamed today! And of course it had to be kind of a bad dream. Ahahaha.
Mkay. I was in my parent's car, my step-mother was driving, my dad in the passenger seat, my "cousin (my stepmother's niece)," the family dog (I never seen this dog before and it was sitting on my lap and I had to hold him), and my little step sister in the backseat (but in this dream she's so young that she can only say a few words?). Anyways. My step-mom stops the car and the area looks like clifton. And we're at my "grandmother's" house (my stepmother's mother's house) and it doesn't look like her house at all. It looks very empty and small compared to her real actual house, the layout and everything is just different. So I'm standing around with my sister in my arms and we're pacing the floor and she points at a donut and keeps saying donut, and you know when you're with a kid you're all like, "Yeah! Donut!" *fake smile*. Yeah well that's what I was basically doing. And there was only one donut in one of those glass cake stands. Then somehow my sister isn't with me anymore and my step-mom tells me that I should come over one day soon to the house, spend the night and get all my stuff that I left and sort through it. As she's saying this I get a picture of what my room looks like, only it's like a combination of like five rooms I've had in the past. Then I sit down and everyone around me is cleaning and I don't know if I should be cleaning so I just stare at the coffee table in front of me and then my stepmom goes, "See? Your COUSIN is cleaning! Why can't you" she just bitched at me the entire time. And then I said something like, "I was GOING to clean, I didn't know if anyone wanted me to. You can't expect me to do anything if you don't ask!" And then I started cleaning and I walked over to this shelf? And there were a bunch of art supplies. It was amazing, or rather in the dream I was amazed. Then I looked back and saw my stepmom coming over to me, she was probably going to slap me, but I was too amazed by all the art supplies my grandmother had. There were a big pile of crayons, I looked at the crayons mostly, and I was especially focused on the used orange crayons. There were big sheets of paper, paint, paintbrushes, pastels and other stuff but I didn't get to see them because I woke up.
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[24 Dec 2006|11:58am] |
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I really want Jack to come over, but his parents are getting a Christmas tree for the fourth day in a row. I don't know why they're against us being together so much. Boo-hoo I'm not caucasian or Irish, deal with it you racist psuedo-evangelics. They want to keep a bloodline pure when they barely know anything about their own heritage. So sad.
Fuhhh. I'm also upset because my mom claims that we do not have oil pastels, when I know we do and she used them the other day. I can never find anything in my own little dinky apartment because she always moves shit around. So now I cannot colour Jack's pretty picture. Meh. I have to wait 'til after Winter break to steal some pastels from school. Oh well.
I feel really sick and out of it. Kind of delusional as well. >__< Ahhhh. I haven't been able to really remember any of my dreams either. Lame.
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[18 Dec 2006|07:03pm] |
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I GOT SOMETHIN' FO' YO MIND, YO BODY, AND YO SOUL.
And apparently Jack is my placebo.
Ahhhhhh. I'm incredibly smiley.
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| Hahaha. |
[08 Dec 2006|01:53am] |
It's been a while.
Life is going pretty well. A few rough spots but I'm wheeling along.
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[10 Sep 2006|03:44pm] |
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XD I KNOW HOW TO OPEN UP MY LOCKER NOW! HOLY SHIT! I DON'T HAVE TO CARRY AROUND BIG HEAVY BOOKS ANYMORE! WOOT WOOT! Now I just have to figure out when I should go to my locker. :3
I'm so proud of myself. :)
I DID IT THREE TIMES IN A ROW.
THREE.
I am the master.
Okay, Freshman year, I had no idea what I was doing. I opened it maybe.. once? And forgot how to do it again. DD: And I had to get a million people to help me. It sucked. And then when I tried using it again, it JAMMED.
Sophomore year, no one could open up my locker, except my friend Sana, I swear, she's MAGIC. She was the ONLY one that could do it. And I got like five people to help me? It was SAD. So I was like fuck that I'm not trying it.
And today I did it 8D YEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh my schedule:
[A block equals two class periods.]
B1: Computer Generated Art
B2: Honors English
B3: Health/PE
B4: AP US History/
Lunch
B5: Art Major 2
I love having lunch in fourth block! It makes it seem like the day went by quicker. C:
I love my teachers, except my Comp Art teacher. She seems strict. But all my other ones seem chipper and enthusiatic, which I kind of like. And they try to be funny and actually kind of are.
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[12 Aug 2006|11:54am] |
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I don't quite remember my dream all too well, but here goes.
My mom got a house, it was huge, my room is prolly bigger than my apartment, which isn't really saying much we only have four rooms, and I was messing around with the door, it had a cool notepad thinger with erasable markers and I was trying to write on it, but my door closed and somehow it got on the other side and I was just messing with the door for like ten minutes, and then somehow Chris got inside my room? And then we were laying on the floor, cuddling, by my bed, (I guess so my mom wouldn't come in and be like, "OMG WHAT'S HE DOING HERE") and I notice this guy from my school at the window trying to get my attention but I keep ignoring him and trying to look away from him but I can't because Chris' face is positioned where I have to see this kid and then he popped in my room somehow? And was like, "HEY, What do I have to do to get some attention around here?" And then he disappeared and my mom came in the room to bug me and I was talking to her for a bit and then she left and me and Chris tried to have sex in my closet? And he was all like, "What are you doing." And I'm all like, "You know what I'm doing." But the door kept opening and I kept trying to close it but it never stayed shut (the door to my room) and then Chris was standing behind me (fully dressed and everything) and my mom came in and she was all like, "Oh hi Chris! :D" And he said hello and she was like, "So what's he doing here?" And I said, "He came to give me my sketchbook." And my mom left the room and was like, "Oh that's nice." I don't remember what he said exactly but he gave me these photographs of our "firsts" and just random special events, like prom, blah, and there were two blank photos and one said, "I'm sorry," the other said, "Happy Birthday <3." And then he was going to say something about the photos but then I woke up. T__T
I'm gonna go find interpretations and stuff. >_>
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[11 Aug 2006|11:55pm] |
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Old dream:
I was at someone's house and some of these kids that I supposedly know died? I think they were my cousins. A bunch of adults were in the attic drinking and stuff. We were in the basement I guess. I go up the stairs to get out of the basement and then my 'uncle' and his wife drive me to the supermarket? Well anyways. We got out of the car to go to the dollar store, the people that died, 'my cousins,' were with different people in different cars. It's weird. But I could tell it wasn't really them, just someone else.
Well, anywho, the surroundings change and I'm at school. I think it's like the last day? And Mr. Ferguson, my gym teacher, yells at me saying that I didn't get dressed, I was wearing those pants that make funny sounds when you rub your legs together, sandals but I had sneakers like in my hands and a tee shirt. And then he said, 'Oh alright. I'll give you credit.' Then I wasn't at school anymore, although I was still in a pool like area. My dad was there and a whole bunch of adults. I told my dad I was thirsty and he gave me some toothpaste and said to brush my teeth and rinse out my mouth with this bowl everyone was using. o_o; I was like, 'Dad! I don't want to brush my teeth. I'm THIRSTY.' But it didn't help. ._. So. I had to 'brush' my teeth and then he took the bowl of water and put it in a large cup and it was ORANGE-Y. 'It looks like orange juice..' 'No it's probably something else.' Then I gagged.
Once again the surroundings changed and it's kind of similiar to that of Lord of the Flies, but most of our people were captured. Me and two other girls were hiding in this round-ish area thinger, it was like a giant wall of brush with pegs that birds and monkeys were tied too. When the birds saw us they chirped like crazy and the monkeys flipped out. This wall was right in front of the chief's chair? I dunno. Behind the 'chair' was a cave. The guards heard us and moved the wall around in a circle. One side is much smaller than the other so we could be seen. Me and the other two girls had to move around but they spotted us anyways. The two girls escaped and they captured me. The chief said, 'Let the girls go. Keep him. He's intruded here before.' Then this little midget boy comes out and says he's going to take me away. I smirked and said, 'So what element are you?' 'Teacher,' he responded. I was kneeling and then asked about Drakko? I think that's what his name was. And he said he's the one in the river. Then I burst out crying. Then this 'teacher' realized I was a girl. Then I woke up.
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[11 Aug 2006|09:27pm] |
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I'm so tired of waiting around, being hurt, stood up, etc. We make plans and I get all excited and all it does is get my hopes up which soon crashes down. You're so quick, there and ready for your friends but not for me. I know your friends are important but what about me? Am I just there for you when you get horny? Whenever I want to do something with you, you already have plans with your friends. Seriously, come on, you see them everyday,"You live far and I don't want to waste tokens," but me, oh, you don't want to waste money on your girlfriend, someone you supposedly love. It's so hard trying not to cry, that's all I ever do now. That's all my mom ever sees, me crying or being angry. I want to be happy, I'm trying to be optimistic, I'm trying to be fun and I'm trying to get you to like me again. But oh I don't think drinking, smoking, and partying is fun, so there's no point in trying. I hate relationships, all I ever do is get hurt. I should stop trying. Maybe if I left him alone he'll talk to me, but no I've done that before and it doesn't work.
I'm sorry guys, I'm just not feeling so good. I just want to cry for hours.
Yeah we're on a break, but he said he'd like to see me today. But lied and didn't feel like it. He worries that I'm going to lie to him, but he is the one that constantly does it.
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[09 Aug 2006|08:48pm] |
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This is the worst birthday ever, I need someone to talk to but I don't know who all I want to do is cry.
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[09 Aug 2006|01:35pm] |
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Describe yourself using your name.
L- Lunatic
E- Ecstatic
N- Needy
A- Ambiguous
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[09 Aug 2006|01:18pm] |
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:D Happy birthday to me!
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