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sawyer has to wear crazy glasses, hopefully thy're just for reading though and as it has been pointed out, that man cud look gud in anything. i plan to eventually get myself a life one of these days. up and down and round and round we go. wwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!
this is something crappy i wrote last night wen i was half asleep:
Chewing with my mouth open
It hurts to swallow, and I never do
You’re too self-conscious to lie on wet grass
And recently I noticed
That the colour of your eyes
Is few shades different from that of the sky
Desperate with longing for reassurance
For she is mild and I am wild and you my friend are just a child.
Selfish threats of suicide
Manipulate us to your will
In giving you take
Egotist
hehehehe ah god some of the things i write when im in a sensitive state. quite hilarious, especially seeing as there are more hidden meanings then you first give it credit for.....
( thing )
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[31 May 2005|06:09pm] |
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Sicky sicky sicky. absolutely freezing. may have the day off 2moro, that sounds gud. refused 2 go home 2day even tho ppl kept telling me i shud coz i look like death. the Mehta accused me of writing on desks. at the production rehearsal i did absolutely nothing, i think she just wanted me there 2 no wot the hells going on 4 wen i actually have 2 do stuf. had wendys takeaways 4 dinna, yum yum.
god my life is really pathetic at the moment.
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[27 May 2005|02:46pm] |
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wen i lie on my bak on the ground outide and look up at the sky, it makes me feel small and insignificant, it makes me feel important 2 coz i am a part of that greatness. it makes me feel better coz all my problems dont seem 2 matter anymore, just because there is something so much bigger then me. its always so beautiful no matter what the weather or time of day. its a nice thought that u can be nothing and everything at the same time.
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[08 May 2005|10:33am] |
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well me n my parents went down 2 the hardware 4 mothers day breakfast, we got muffins n drinks then i gav her the pedometer n card which she seemed 2 appreciate. Then she started texting on her mob with her forefinger n i told her 2 use her thumb coz it easier. Then she started shaking the pedometer around really ostentatiously 2 make the steps go up n my dad told her 2 stop coz we were getting sum annoyed looks. And then she blew up n screamed that she was not gonna b told how 2 txt by her daughter n insulted on mothers day n stormed out. me n my dad left behind her but she was really far ahead, n wen we were walking up the driveway she cums down the driveway really fast in her car, giving us the fingers. u no wot the sad thing is??? im exactly like her. i shud hav stood in front of the fucking car.
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[07 May 2005|09:41pm] |
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hmm wot is there 2 say??????? i ate nothing all day 2day untill dinna which i spewed up aftawards. no idea y. o yes went shopping on fri, i meant 2 get studs n ended up with super long dangly earrings, such is the story of my life, got black eyeliner 2 n mums mother day present (pedometer, god knows y she wanted 1) i hav also made her a card in publisher, it has a photo of us with a heart around our faces n then clipart angels around the heart, plz refrain from rolling eyes at the corniness. y do i botha wen i really h8 her sumtimes?????????? like really really hate. shes ok tho i guess 4 a mum i mean i give her a bloody hard time, i must b the daughter from hell, i am constantly being threatened with brat camp. but me n my mum hav a pretty gud relationship believe it or not like i can talk 2 her bout nething (not that i do lol) argh me n sam seem 2 do nothing but fight recently as sam so kindly pointed out 2nite, i asked wot we shud do about it n he goes "not fight" well duh. i cannot b bothered getting a showa so i shall b smelly
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[05 May 2005|04:04pm] |
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Your True Birth Month Is February |
Sharp
Ambitious
Spendthrift
Loves reality
Loves freedom
Temperamental
Low self esteem
Honest and loyal
Abstract thoughts
Daring and stubborn
Changing personality
Showing anger easily
Intelligent and clever
Loves aggressiveness
Quiet, shy and humble
Learns to show emotions
Rebellious when restricted
Determined to reach goals
Superstitious and ludicrous
Dislikes unnecessary things
Realizing dreams and hopes
Too sensitive and easily hurt
Loves entertainment and leisure
Romantic on the inside not outside
Loves making friends but rarely shows it
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omg scary it was right
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[02 May 2005|05:54pm] |
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first day bak at skool. blergh. Ms Mehta hates me.
my staircase has now ben painted n the fumes r like overpoweringly stinky n make u high, o yes, speaking of getting high.........
LSD is a demented graffiti artist with delusions of genius hu sprays preposterous images in fantastic colours across every surface. At first glance u cant tell door from window or floor from ceiling. definitly fun!
o yes just ignore my last entry if u cant figa out wot its about. (or even if u can)
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[30 Apr 2005|11:48pm] |
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Cocaine and heroin r urban guerillas who toss Molotov cocktails into the entranceway. Loud explosions rock the building. Alarms squeal, sprinklers gush and there is general pandemonium. sounds like fun 2 me!!!!
blergh. that is all i hav 2 say. n o yes im a social retard coz i dont go 2 crap parties n drink crap beer n dance crappily 2 crap music with crappy ppl. hav almost convinced sam 2 get black contacts kool huh?
i wrote a crappy story or beggining of story woteva.
( crap story )
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[29 Apr 2005|08:50pm] |
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the stairway descending down to my sanctuary now resembles that of a mental asylum. thank u redecorating. the padded walls are sure to follow.
went 2 sams, had fun. he groomed his car (yes groomed is the right word) wile i drooled over the high heels n handbags in his mum's vogues, sum of them like $2000. he made me toad n the hole 4 lunch which was yummy, one must always hold on 2 a boyfriend hu can cook. and make u laugh. kapiti triple choc ice cream is guuuuuuuuuuuuuud. i wont say wot else we did as sum ppl r prudes n make complaints. although it is funi scaring u guys. hmmm i will resolve this by writing anything that may be offensive 2 those without any tolerance 4 sexuality backwards hehe. but cant be bothered now.
kk im starting the drug project, evry entry i shall giv u an analogy into how a certain drug or drugs affect ur brain.
this entries: alcohol n solvents can b likened 2 young punks strolling casually through an arcade shattering evry plate-glass window with a length of pipe.
plz dont put me off alcohol stupid book.lol
u guys need 2 make more entries, im the only 1 losery enuff 2 update evry day, ill prob get bord eventually lol.
mwah luv u all.
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