| ciana has a ghetto brother named pei money |
[Apr. 28th, 2003|02:06 pm] |
she also is hated by moran
we had journalism together with FLINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNER
she absolutely loves my lj
and wishes she was scene enough
to be one of my lj "hunnies"
she adores eating lunch with me
and will cry during the summer when there is no pasta bar
she also works on beyond words
which is super lame
my lj is better than beyond words
we all need to hang out
all meaning me her and husband
yeah i actually missed westford kids over vacation
nevermind i just missed pasta bar |
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| i am retarted |
[Apr. 9th, 2003|04:26 pm] |
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www.livejournal.com/users/thefitfulmemoir |
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| ersgserg |
[Apr. 7th, 2003|09:38 am] |
www.livejournal.com/users/thelastmemoir
add it now |
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| a new hope |
[Apr. 6th, 2003|04:04 pm] |
www.livejournal.com/users/thefitfulmemoir
mmhmm
add it kids. |
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| it hurt but its over |
[Apr. 5th, 2003|11:37 pm] |
this will be ending soon
a new lj is made
comment if you want to be added to the friends list
ill consider it
there will be a final entry |
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| these days |
[Apr. 1st, 2003|11:51 am] |
should i make a new journal?
i wish people lived closer to here
i want to doo something tonight |
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| what what what what |
[Apr. 1st, 2003|12:06 am] |
can somebody burn me any of the mogwai cds except for "young team"
i will give you something in trade
pretty pretty please |
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| when autum turned to gray, when you went away, this is your song |
[Mar. 30th, 2003|10:42 pm] |
in the past year me and my husband have
husband sat in the corner with all the stupid girls in honors english
and in the front in alg 2 honors which i failed out of
then we started to get to know each other
i was the king of four square he wasnt bad
i bled he cheered me on
we played four square in a class room and nearly fell through the school
once again i bled
we got married at some point neither of us know when
but we did get married
this is what friendship is
this is what your friendship isnt
i hurt my husband a lot
but he likes it
we have amazing sex
you dont
were both virgins too
thats how good the sex is
he has a girlfriend
thats kind of lame
but shes nice
we met flinner
we fucked flinner
the double EE wants in on the action
were going to visit flinner soon
we went to hershey pennsylvania and back in a day
we played four square in a mcdonalds
i stole cups from the trash and filled them up
we wandered other schoools
we got in so much trouble
we got called down to the office
at the last math meet
i raped him in a puddle of pizza
it was good
i felt drunk
i wasnt
he makes me feel drunk
we went to m.i.t
hottest kids there
on the way home
we cuddled plus gave each other head
and started a road head crew 4 life
we gave the other couple giving each other road head
ryan gallagans number
he was pissed
we need to talk more
we both make friends with lunch ladies
i try to kiss him so many times
but he wont have it
the fucker
making me wait and shit
once again
you do not know friendship
like we know friendship |
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| i quit again |
[Mar. 28th, 2003|08:20 pm] |
i can hear silence
and im learning how to pray again
daily routine
of nyquil and sleeping pills
with hope for no tommorow
like a tape your listening to for the first time
but you already know every single song |
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| friends friends! |
[Mar. 27th, 2003|06:20 pm] |
oh my i absolutely adore everyone who commented on my lj
i have to seeeee all of you soon
and by soon i mean now
and i owned the test
first person out of the last 4 to pass
i rule
the end
who wants a visit? |
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| im still using that |
[Mar. 27th, 2003|03:34 pm] |
liscence test today!!!
coming back to school is nice
except way too much drama
and not enough husband
DUH DUH DUD DA DA!
what else?
tom connealy is here
his hair sucks though
people should still make me things |
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| my life came up quick |
[Mar. 25th, 2003|10:07 pm] |
waking up sick again. you take medicine that never does anything but delay. just like you drink to delay. and you spend most of the day in bed. your alarm clock dosent work anymore so your never really sure what time it is. you watch the same movies over and over. and the tears just dont matter. nothing matters not now. theres no hope for recovery. you get no visitors. as you lay on your death bed. you end up getting lost in memories. when you were at least "allright". but the past dosent help. and the future dosent help. and your not sure if you'll make it through the day.
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waking up sick again. you struggle to get out of bed. just to take medicine. no food for days but you dont feel hungry. and you cant explain it except to say your sad. and you dont tell anyone. but your crying yourself to sleep again at night. and you cant explain it except to say your sad. i look into the mirror. and i see something beautiful that has decayed. like a famous piece of heart left out in the loudest storm. and you cant explain it except to say your sad.
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and i still think maybe one day you would say "oh my dearest boy i am here, here to stay". but i can never find out who me or you really is. |
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| dated november 7th 1934 |
[Mar. 25th, 2003|09:58 pm] |
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waking up with energy for the first time in weeks. i can almost feel the sunshine trying to sneak into my window. it dances between my fingers as my heart opens and closes. it is spring now. and i walk outside to get the mail 3 times a day but it is never there. i have a little garden where i plant flowers that i hope will never grow. but still sitting here smoking away sleep something in my (our) lives is missing. i walk into the woods and talk with the birds. they tell me of great misfortunes in the near future. the trees are silent. they use to talk but not anymore. not with fires blazing and bombs falling all over the place. we need something to beleive in. all the glamour shines and fades just as fast. everything i buy is stained with blood. i cant tell if im awake or dreaming. i get out of bed to realize that i have no idea where i am. everything is black. everything is always black. |
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| he has left us alone |
[Mar. 25th, 2003|08:42 pm] |
peoples peoples!
i am grounded for another weekend and i'm sick
so i would be most appreciative
if you could do one or more! of the following
a) send me get well cards,letters, mix tapes
b) visit me!
c) call me!
i'll have plenty of time to make something for you if you make me something
loves! |
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| this is for the world to see |
[Mar. 21st, 2003|04:56 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | the bombs are falling | ] |
| [ | music |
| | im in the sky tonight | ] |
if i was to die right now
what would be left
not very much except memories
and for this
i must create new memories
with everyone
most people are so boring
i want to meet people
who want to shout!
and talk like its the last conversation of your life! or even the first!
and i want to know other people and their bodies and share myself with them
i want to be more open
i want to be free
please beleive |
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| oh i suppose its all right |
[Mar. 21st, 2003|01:19 am] |
the rains falls
it lands more or less on my heart
bombs are falling
and the birds circle 300 years east of here
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i miss what i use to know and what i use to feel
and i miss you |
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| i dreamt of a fever |
[Mar. 20th, 2003|12:02 pm] |
something to do tonight or tommorow
im more than free
come rescue me
this applies to anyone |
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