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| 01:33pm 03/01/2004 |
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mood:  indescribable music: *Going Under* ::Evanescence::
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(i'm taking a risk and making it public...)
"Post anything that you want, and post it anonymously.
Anything.
A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love, a rant, song lyrics, random video game quotes, recommendations (for music, games, anime, and the like) - anything. Be sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post twice if you'd like. You can even post schfiftyfive times.
Then, put this in your LJ to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don't even realize read your LJ) have to say."
go ahead everyone, tell me your deepest darkest secrets. anonymously. tell me how much you hate me, or maybe how much you love me. song lyrics? you know i'll love them. quotes from anything? you know i'd love that too. anything you want.
other than that. go away. i have a head ache. and i've been bitchy since i got up. so you probly don't wanna talk to me...
..always confusing the thoughts in my head
so i can't trust myself anymore... |
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| ..where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story.... |
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| 12:28am 30/12/2003 |
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mood: indescribable music: *Imaginary* ::Evanescence::
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i have been taking quizzes lately..
You're just a broken doll...the depressed beauty,or
at least, that's your opinion...excluding the
beauty part of course. You don't see your own
beauty,but rather, are appaled by it. A
million people could stand on a soap box,
preaching to you about your goodness, your
beauty, and you purity, but you would ignore
them, taking there truths for granted. You're
more likely to slit your wrists than recognize
all th love people feel for you...so, all that
makes is a shell of what once was, and what
could be again.
What Kind of Person Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
..in my field of paper flowers
and candy clouds of lullaby
i lie inside myself for hours
and watch my purple sies fly over me... |
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| it went up......... |
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| 11:19am 02/11/2003 |
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mood:  contemplative music: *Come What May* ::Moulin Rouge::
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| 10:54pm 01/11/2003 |
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music: *Seize The Day* ::Newsies::
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<td>
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<td width="300">
I am
Boots!
I'm one of the smaller Newsies, but certainly a somewhat popular newsie. After all, when Jack goes to Brooklyn to see Spot, he takes me with him, and the others let me ride on their shoulders.
I can't stand blood, but I'm good at beating up old goons. I spend time looking for good marbles to shoot and I'm generous (or eager to please) because I let Spot have some. I'm nice and have a good heart.
Which Newsie are you?...Quiz by Dara.</td>
great great movie. Newies is a great movie... |
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| "..i hate eveyrhting about you, why do i love you..." |
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| 05:25pm 30/10/2003 |
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mood:  cold music: *I Hate Everything About You* ::Three Days Grace::
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i have been a having a rough past few days. but today was pretty good. i dont feel like typing at all. i might be getting otgether with sarah tomorow. yay! well, call me if you want. i feel like talking.
"friendship is the gold thread that ties hearts together" |
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| ....such a good mood.... |
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| 10:01pm 27/10/2003 |
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mood:  satisfied music: *Hotel California* ::Eagles::
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you guys are all mean to me. all of you tricking me. damn you. |
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| ...wow, that was so much fun... |
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| 11:18am 26/10/2003 |
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mood:  giggly music: britt & me on phone & "Poor Unforunate Souls" in background
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the dance last night was so much fun. more fun than i thought it would be. not much that should be talked about here. but yea.
haha, look at the mood, it says giggly, giggly is a funny word...lol.. |
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| interesting.... |
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| 01:22pm 25/10/2003 |
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mood: contemplative music: *Mourning* ::Tantric::
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thats very interesting. and maybe very true. kinda creepy... do you think they get these things straight from your journal? cuz i never really knew.. |
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| 09:54am 25/10/2003 |
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mood: weird music: *Best of Me* ::The Starting Line::
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F R I E N D S O N L Y
im making my journal friends only, so i fyou want me to add you, leave a comment, or IM me or something, just make sure i know... |
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| i dont know whats going on... |
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| 02:58pm 23/10/2003 |
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mood:  confused music: *Bad Day* ::Fuel::
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im just always in such a bad mood. im always mad at people. and i wanna scream things at you but i cant. i promised a friend not to say a word. so i cant prove you wrong. i hate you. but miss you still. maybe i am sick of you. and maybe it is just that i miss having someone there. i dont know what the hell is going on. all i ahve to say is that drama rocked today. i got to be a colostraphobic girl stuck in an elevator with martha ben and LJ and then LJ decided to pick me up on his shoulders and i SCREAMED "IM AFRAID OF HEIGHTS!!!" and that was just for the improv, even though i really am afraid of heights. it was so much fun. chemistry was ok. i talked to cassie, and becky, and nicole...
gym kinda sucked..
select was fun but i was a bit upset...
i saw amber and amanda at the end of the day and before drama. they are cool. lunch was weird. i dont realy know what was going on. i lost myself.
i came home and put on "Bad Day" by Fuel. just like i did yesterday. and the day before. and the day before. i dont feel good. i have a stomache ache... and a head ache. i have been so light headed. "Bad Day" is on repeat. i love this song...
"...and she swaers there's nothing wrong i hear her playing that same old song...." |
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| jsut another ordianry day.......its ordinary in my life.................. |
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| 05:39pm 21/10/2003 |
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mood:  crushed music: *Bad Day* ::Fuel::
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i dont know whats wrong with me today. i thought i was ok. and i was ok during drama. i felt like crap during select and gym. especially gym... and then i was good in drama. pissed during lunch. and then i was ok in chemistry until cassie asked me what was wrong with me today... i guess i was kind aok after school. i stayed after for concert chorus.
drama was awesome today. i almost got to be a nun with gina. but then the bell rang. damn bell. that would have made my day.
i dont feel good. i dont know why. and yet again. same song. great song. i love this song. i was repeating stuff during gym. it didnt really help. but it kinda did. gym sucked today. i wish i could pretend it didnt happen...
"...and she swears there's nothing wrong, i hear her playing that same old song...." |
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| i had such a horribly terrible day..... |
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| 10:31pm 20/10/2003 |
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mood: crushed music: *Bad Day* ::Fuel::
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"Had a bad day again
She said I would not understand
She left a note and said 'I'm sorry, I had a bad day again'
Spilled her coffee, broke her shoelace
Smeared the lipstick on her face
Slammed the door and said 'I'm sorry, I had a bad day again'
And she swears there's nothing wrong
I hear her playing that same old song
She puts me up and puts me on
And had a bad day again
She said I would not understand
She left a note it said 'I'm sorry, I had a bad day again'
And she swears there's nothing wrong
i hear her playing that same old song
she put me up and puts me on
Oh i had a bad ady again
she said i would not understand
she left a note it said 'im sorry i had a bad day again'
she left a note it said 'im sorry i had a bad day again.' |
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| 10:22pm 20/10/2003 |
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mood: crappy music: *Bad Day* ::Fuel::
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GreenDay11588: pom pom socks rock
GreenDay11588: i was cleaning my room and i found socks with stars on them
GreenDay11588: i was like "when did i get these?"
GreenDay11588: lol
t o r nxmemories: omg, i want socks with stars
t o r nxmemories: omg, i should find you green day socks
i love alissa. i havent talked to her in so long until now....its good to have her back. |
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| 08:03pm 20/10/2003 |
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mood: crushed music: *Bad Day* ::Fuel::
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just got back from wal*mart. i needed sneakers. and i got some. so ill be wearing sneakers tomorow for once in my life. it was weird to try and walk in them. and i learned something today. i can control tears. woo. go me. at least. i can sometimes. i saw emily in wal*mart. it was nice to se emily again. i havent seen her in so long. i luv emily. yea. so i got sneakers and socks. and i now have two pairs of socks with pom poms on them. they are so great. yea. so i guess im feeling a little better. i decided to block things out of my mind. and as long as i dont talk about anything for a while. i think might be alright. alrighy then. bye bye dudes..
"..she slammed the dorr and said im sorry i had a bad day again..." |
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| 04:18pm 20/10/2003 |
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mood: crushed music: *Bad Day* ::Fuel::
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there are two movies that i wanna watch right now. number one being Alice in Wonderland which i lost and can not find. and number two being Newsies which i let brittney borrow.
those are my two comfort movies..
i had a really bad day.
didnt finish my English homework, or my History homework. i couldnt concentrate on it.
i was a tearing in English.
i was crying in History.
cried even harder during lunch.
some guys talked to me during lunch though...
everything i think about reminds me of something. and it all makes me cry. i miss you. but i just can't do it.
mr. szynkowicts "hit the nail on the head" (as quoted by Sarah). and that deffinately didnt help. this was after i came back from the bathroom with sarah. she wanted to get me out of the class. thanks a bunch sarah.
maybe it isnt because of what i thought. maybe i am just afraid of letting go. but whatever it is. it needs to leave me alone. because it's making my life worse.
i overall dont.feel.good.
"..and she swears there's nothing wrong, i hear her playing that same old song..." |
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| "..because all the lies we've been living through are becoming very clear..." |
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| 09:20pm 17/10/2003 |
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mood: indescribable music: *Mourning* ::Tantric::
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hey everyone. im ok...i guess. i've been having a rough two weeks. not much sleep. im taking the PSATs tomorow. and i think im doing communtiy service stuff later that day.
i really wish this stuff would end. i just wish you would leave me a lone for a little while longer. everytime i talk to you all these thoughts come rushing back to me...
"...accepting all the things that you were trying to hide..." |
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