| Oh, the cleverness of me. |
[06 Apr 2007|06:28pm] |
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Not to whine, but I really hate how my dad constanly talks about softball, and my mom always talks about me being a U of M educated doctor.
Can you say, living vicariously?
Oh, to think if I had my way...
On a brighter note, my new hair care products are working magic. I look really good.
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| I'm in the middle, without any plans. |
[05 Apr 2007|10:18am] |
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Rachel's entry reminded me about beauty. It may seem shallow that I think about it a lot, but it's really not. Because shallow would be just being obsessed with it without scratching the surface. But since I put depth into something shallow, that makes it less shallow, dig?
Some people look so close to perfect, that it scares me. I wonder how they got lucky or what their secret's are. And it amazes me when other people find their flaws. And then I remember that everyone holds different idea's of beauty. Some people just get lucky that a lot of people hold their look in high regard.
But what about the rest of us? I was looking in the mirror, fawning over myself, and I realized that I have had glasses for almost 6 years now. I have every intention of getting contacts, providing I can get them on my eyes. I want to smack every person that tells me how easy it is. If it were easy for me, don't they think I would have them by now?
I would pay to see a lot of people that tell me how easy contacts are to go in the batting cage, on 80, and then tell them how easy that is. Dig that?
I like my glasses. End of story. And I'm not too worried about myself, because if it weren't this, it would be something else.
For some reason, I got teased a lot in the 3rd or 4th grade for my ears. And I don't even notice them now. Once that ended, I realized that I got teased for my teeth a lot. Now I have braces. Then I was teased for being flat chested, and now I certainly don't have that problem. I may get contacts and I may not. No matter what I do, there will always be something "ugly" about me, just like the rest of you.
The most beautiful person in my eyes could be flawed and unattractive to so many other people. I just have to hope that my shining qualities will attract more attention than my imperfections. And that's it, isn't it? You find someone attractive physically because their flaws are insignificant in comparison to their good points. That has to be it.
Along with that, the most beautiful person in the world, with straight, shining hair, flawless complexion, perfect teeth, and an enviable body could be as lonely as anything.
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| don't lean on me man. |
[31 Jan 2007|05:38pm] |
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i like a lot of my friends a lot.
and then there are some people who I am really straining to put up with.
does that make us friends? is it natural or does it take work?
I wish people were as considerate and giving as they expect other people to be.
and i feel no hypocrisy in saying that right now. i really don't. :]
i am having one of those really conceited days. i feel better than everyone else. at least I admit it. or maybe that makes it worse.
"Hi, I am Alison, and chances are I am 100 percent funnier, smarter, kinder, and prettier than you. Have a nice day."
and then reality hits, and I remember that even though I am funny, smart, kind and pretty, chances are theere is always someone better.
and somehow, I am ok with that?
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| relax and relapse. |
[27 Jan 2007|08:35pm] |
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Today was a little strange. Forensics went utterly suprisingly well.
I don't know why I bother with forensics though.
It's strange. This never happens. Usually, I love the things that I excell at. Lately, those are the things that are bothering me the most. It's the stuff that I can't do well to save my life that are giving me the most pleasure.
And that's what she said.
I have softball early tomorrow morning. I should get to bed. I had it late last night. In fact, I have had it almost every day this week. And somehow, I don't hate it as much. This really is a false sense of security. Nothing stays easy for too long, I am sure of it.
I have resigned myself to ruining a few relationships. I should get that over with asap, so these people can stop bothering me. That's about as high as my bitch status gets.
I also did something very stupid recently. I don't hate myself for it though. I did briefly. Over it. Girls will be girls, blah blah blah. Stupid girls. That doesn't include me.
Am I setting myself up for failure? I am pretty content right now. I have a few good friends,I have many new pleasent aquaintences, I am mildly less awkward, softball is going right...
But how long can it last? I had so much going for me once, and in two hours...
Nothing stays good. This is so pessimistic, but I firmly believe that I need to enjoy this while I can, because the worst is yet to come. Nothing ever stays like this.
I just get so fed up sometimes. And it feels really good to be full. I can't wait to see what happens next!
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| time, truth, hearts. |
[23 Jan 2007|08:55pm] |
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I have been feeling a little bit strange lately.
A little independence is a good thing.
I accomplished a few things this weekend. It's a good deal. I had some good times, and through all the pettiness and frustration, I feel better.
I have been having random rants within myself. Like in my head.
At the most random times, I realize that I hate something or dislike someone. It's so cruel, because I will be talking to a person, and mentally bashing them. It's utterly two faced. And it doesn't feel good, because I would rather say it out loud.
In other news, I managed to keep my job teaching catechism.
Although, I realized that I reached the turning point. I am beyond religion right now. It's taking a lot of work, and the retreat was a blessing. I know how stupid I am, for real, and until I change it, nothing is going to get better. I hope I don't die from thinking too hard about it though.
Somebody said something to me this weekend, and it struck a goddamned chord. It's still playing over in my head. I can't believe how real it sounded out loud. It made me so angry, I almost called someone. On the phone. So we know it's a big deal when I whip out the cellular device, almost.
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| cold, you're so Cold. |
[19 Jan 2007|12:10pm] |
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It is worth noting that I would drop my fries and then some to see the Strokes perform live.
It is also worth noting that I think that the female teenage population is just crazy. Just a few fries short of happy meals. Maybe they dropped them for the Strokes?
What the fuck? If you're going to judge someone, keep it to yourself. And I don't mean strangers. I mean, judging your friends. Or people that you know and see.
Damn. Some people I know take the phrase "backstabbing" and "selfish" to whole new heights. And the sad part is, I don't complain on my own behalf. This is not even about me. And you're so vain, you probably think that it's about you. Well it may very well fucking be.
And finally, I would like to proclaim the fact that I figured it all out. My problem, your problem. Damn.
Perfection. That's it. Ok, now we just all have to deal. Nothing is perfect, no one is perfect, no one is even any closer than anyone else. I won't find it, and the harder I look, the harder it's going to get. Damn. I feel a lot better now.
softball has become fun. whaaattt?
the world is either in my hand, or at my throat, and I mean that almost litterally.
Mercy has become easy, because suddenly everyone loves me, or at least pretends to. So whatever, I will take what I can get.
And no one on Compuware even really knows me, besides my current ally in training. And she is becoming a very useful commodity. So...the one's who don't like me can't do anything about it yet, and the ones that do like me have no reason not to like me yet. This is close to perfect.
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| From Black Plague to Boyfriends. |
[17 Jan 2007|11:14pm] |
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Freshman world history. Bullshit assigment of my life. I was looking through some old files and happened to find this little treasure:
“Mooooom!!! My life is over!” Stacy wailed as she stormed into the house. It was just another day in the life of the Mapes family because no day was complete without a tribulation of Stacy’s complicated love life. It seemed that she broke up with a new boyfriend every other day and each time was still heartbreaking, until the morning, when she found a new guy to have a volatile relationship with. So today was just a normal day and Mrs. Mapes prepared herself for the moaning and groaning that was soon to come.
“What is it this time dear?” Mrs. Mapes replied dutifully. Between sobs, Stacy managed to reply: “Remember Mark, mom? Well today was our five day anniversary and he totally blew me off the whole day! And then I talked to Sara, who heard from Lisa, who heard from Lucy, who talked to Marks best friend that Mark has been cheating on me with Nora Verbinski! Can you believe it? Five days wasted with him! I thought that they were the best five days of my life, only to find out Mark had been sharing his affections with another girl. This is the worst thing in the world. My life sucks!!!”
At this time, Stacy’s fourth grade sister Marcie skipped in. Marcie was wise beyond her years and hated listening to Stacy rant. She felt that she should try to console her anyways, and maybe she would get over whatever loser she was crying about this time. “Hey Stace, how was your day?” she asked innocently enough. “The worst day of my life, what do you think?” Stacy replied harshly. “Well gosh, Napoleon, sorry to upset you, but I couldn’t help but overhear your tantrum, and I disagree with you on the fact that this melodramatic, spur of the moment relationship is the worst thing in the world.” “Ok genius, name something worse”. “I can name something worse,” Mrs.Mapes chirped, “Not passing your chemistry test is worse than breaking up with Matt.” “His name was Mark, mom, shows how much you care.” Marcie was fed up, and decided that her older sister need to grow up. She would show her things that were worse than puppy love and high school drama.
“Ok Ms. Drama Queen, have you ever heard of the Black Death?” Marcie asked. “Of course, what about it?” Stacy answered. “Well don’t you think that is slightly worse than your “broken heart”?” “ Well, uh, actually I don’t really remember too much about it, I think that was the week John Smith got a new haircut, and it looked really hot,” Stacy replied shyly. “Well, my class learned the story of a girl who lived during the Black Plague, maybe if I tell it to you, you will get over yourself and recognize real suffering and hardship. “Ok Miss Smarty Pants, what’s the story?” Marcie cleared her throat, and began the story.
that was just the intro. the actual assignment...was...uhh. hmm. how could I get a C, with such interesting nuggets such as these:
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"“So anyways, their Lord had a son named Richard. He was very handsome, with golden curls that framed his face, and deep blue eyes perfect for gazing into and falling in love. (Stop drooling, Stacy!)"
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"“He needed some wood to work on, and since it was January, Renee happened to be cutting wood. He came out and asked her for a chunk, and when she gave it to him, their eyes met."
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heres some of the ending:
"When Marcie looked up, she saw her mom sobbing and Stacy looked subdues for a moment. It had been a pretty moving story and even Stacy was quiet for a moment. Then she piped up with “Guys are always breaking girl’s hearts. What a chump that Richard guy is. He has no sensitivity whatsoever. Argg, males are disgusting! Why can’t there ever be a Prince Charming story? Huh? Why don’t things ever turn out right in these stories? Whatever happened to living happily ever after...?” She was interrupted by the ringing of the phone. She swiftly walked over to caller i.d, and when she saw it was Mark, she paused. “Well, aren’t you going to answer it?” Marcie asked. “No. silly, the three ring rule, I can’t pick it up until its rung three times. Duh!” After the third ring, Stacy picked up the phone. At first her voice started out flat, because she was still pretty mad at Mark, but her voice started warming up towards the end of the conversation. When she hung up, she was all a dither. She explained that Mark had invited her to the Renaissance festival and he had broken up with Nora to go with her."
heyyy. wanna read the actual content? i would be happy to oblige you all. considering it is without a doubt the most awesome testament to my slacking abilities, of all time.
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| t-t-t-today junior. |
[15 Jan 2007|02:34pm] |
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I am taking a well deserved study break. Suprisingly, Apush does not concern me at this point. Apchem on the other hand...I am afraid to study for. Because I know that I don't know any of it. And I mean that in the most literal sense of the phrase.
In other news, my piano lesson had the potential of being a diastor. Then, oddly enough....
Mrs. Haggard: Alison, warm up while I go put a bandaid on my third degree burn (or something like that)
Me: *proceeds to play a few scales and plod through Year at the Spring*
Mrs. Haggard: Alison, you have made a lot of great progress on this. You really have the feel of the song, you must be practicing more.
...
I did not practice that song even once in a week. A whole week. Besides playing the first three chords at Krista's house. And I screwed them up even then.
...
Too bad Scarlatti is not as easy to sight read. That sucked.
Oh the banality of it all.
"I hate seeing everyone so unhinged. If people spent more time under the influence of drugs or giants, then there would at least be a high, albeit an artificial one, to ease them down. Everyone needs that feeling."
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| work smerk. |
[14 Jan 2007|12:33pm] |
How am I feeling today?:
It's Going Down-Young Joc
(oh, hell yes)
Will I get far in life?
Garden Party-Ricky Nelson
(so yes then. if i am getting invited to garden parties, that implies success. or a drug deal)
How do my friends see me?:
low rider-war
(...the low rider is a little higher. so probably this is accurate)
Where will I get Married?
boston-augustana
(that's just unfuckingcanny)
What is my best friend's theme song?
Fix You-Coldplay
(no comment)
What is the story of my life?
It's All the Same-Reverie Sound Revue
(i like this one so far. because this one is a really good fit)
What is/was highschool like?:
Two More Years-Bloc Party
(this is just strange. considering i do have about 2 more years left.)
How can I get ahead in life?:
Daysleeper-Under the Influence of Giants
(either I slack my whole life, and that somehow works, or I run a daytime prostitution business. the latter sounds pretty accurate)
What is the best thing about me?:
Rated X-White Stripes
(wtf. i love this. I LOVE THIS. that pretty much is self explanatory)
How is today going to be?:
St. James Infirmary- White Stripes
(well that's a good sign. considering I am too sore to itch my own leg, i would say a hospital visit is pretty relevant)
What's in store for this weekend?:
Where the White Boys Dance-The Killers
(this next weekend is Rainbow Retreat. the social should be interesting now)
What song describes my parents?:
From Ritz to Rubble-Arctic Monkeys
(...um)
My grandparents?:
Shake-Ying Yang Twins ft Pitbull
(AHHAHAHHA)
How is my life going?:
The Long Way Around-The Dixie Chicks
(this is by far the most accurate music survey thing yet)
What song will they play at my funeral?:
Turn Off the Lights-Nelly Furtado
(but the lights will already be off...)
How does the world see me?:
Shake Your Money Maker-Luda
(pretty much i suppose)
Will I have a happy life?:
...oh god...get ready for this one....
I wanna die-adam green
(check no then)
What do my friends really think of me?:
Pinball Wizard- The Who
(thought so. an autistic savant with a knack for pinball. Should have known)
Do people secretly lust after me?
Donna-Hair, the Musical
(THIS SONG DEFINES LUST. THIS SONG DEFINES LUST, NOT EVEN KIDDING. ok so, yes)
How can I make myself happy?:
Purple Haze-Jimmy Hendricks
(i will sure as hell jump on that then.)
What should I do with my life?:
Hollaback Girl-Gwen
(cheerleading? been there, done that)
Will I ever have children?:
hahahha....this is the best one...
When I'm 64- the Beatles
that makes my year. a medical miracle, no doubt
What is some good advice for me?:
...im almost embaressed for this one
Turn You On-Paris Hilton
(ok i lied. i am really embaressed)
What is my signature dancing song?:
Buttons-Pussycat Dolls
(now that you mention it, i have a tendency to dance like a pussycat doll when the music video comes on. ok that was only once. or twice.)
What do I think my current theme song is?:
Us-Regina Spektor
(not exactly, but i love the song, so it's all good)
What does everyone else think my current theme song is?:
It's A Fine Life-Oliver Twist
(right. of course.)
What type of men/women do you like?:
this is just WEIRD
My GirlFriend who Live in Canada-Avenue Q
(...well i really like canadian BOYS. like, a lot)
What will you be when you grow up?
Mr. Bojangles- Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
(a dancing hobo.)
basically, I should go do something with my life right about now. Dance?
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| softballiscious. |
[14 Jan 2007|11:29am] |
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I had softball for 10 hours this weekend. You guys are lucky I am still standing. Oh wait, I have to crawl everywhere because I feel like I herniated a few discs.No biggie. Nevermind.
On a brighter note, I detest people who complain about people who complain. Even though that makes me a bit of a hypocrite for complaining about people who complain about people who complain.
Seriously. Suck it up and let them say what they want. Not everyone thinks everything is easy. Not everyone doesn't care.
And that means a lot coming from me. Considering I am one of the biggest apathetic drifters west of the atlantic.
Ok, I am just going to put this out there. Maybe people judge me so much is because it's the karma effect for me judging everyone else? Maybe? Possibly? Thought so. That sucks.
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| lost in the forest, to be caught adrift. |
[13 Jan 2007|08:38pm] |
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In addition....
I really am thankful right now for a few friends, who I can actually consider friends.
The ones that I can be sure that won't ignore me just because they can.
And the ones that pretend to be interested.
And most importantly, the ones that I do not walk on eggshells around.
I get really frustrated with the rest.
It may never be my group, but I consider it home.
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| brave new world. |
[13 Jan 2007|08:16pm] |
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It's strange, yesterday I was so discombobulated, I wrote this full out rant. And then deleted it after someone made me feel a whole lot better. And it put things into perspective.
Everyone seems to be updating this today. And I just wanted to anti-vent. I have thought about a lot today. And I have come to a conclusion:
If it's not going to be mutual, then I just can't put forth the extra effort. If you arn't going to give me some rope, then I am going to stop pulling. With everything that is about to happen, I just cannot afford to carry on like this, pretending that it's easy and that I don't notice.
Everyone else seems to be having cryptic entries these days, and I didn't want to feel left out.
By the way, I really feel as if it's going to get better. Like considerably, for all of us. So if you can hold on, hold on.
And in conclusion, I would like to apologize for anything I might say or do in these next few months. It's not me, it's you.
Please, please, please stop dragging me down. I have never harmed a hair on your head, and I would do anything and have done anything for you at the drop of a hat. So please, stop dragging me down.
This has gotten considerably more cryptic. I had better stop before I name A name or something.
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| bitch pleaze |
[07 Jan 2007|10:57pm] |
you know you need to do this. or else, our friendship means NOTHING.
Six things you wonder about me;
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
Five things you like about me;
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
Four things you don't like about me;
1.
2.
3.
4.
Three of my best features;
1.
2.
3.
Two things you want to do with me;
1.
2.
Two words that describe me;
1.
2.
One last thing you want to add;
1.
( i follow the crowd)
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| procrastination is da art |
[04 Jan 2007|04:51pm] |
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yea. i am succumbing to it.
Opening Credits:
forever young-bob dylan (oddly fitting)
Waking Up:
walk it out-dj unk (amen to this. i walk it out the minute i get out of bed)
First Day At School:
intimate secretary-raconteurs (so i was meant to be a secretary. perfecto.)
Falling In Love:
when it started- the strokes (aw.)
Fight Song:
laffy taffy- d4l (wtf)
Breaking Up:
i know u see it-young joc (well...i know you saw the break up coming maybe? whatevs)
Prom:
vision of division- the strokes (this will not be played at prom i can pretty much guarentee it)
Life:
the only difference between mrtyrdom and suicide is press coverage- panic! (thts kind of sadly ironic)
Mental Breakdown:
sigur ros-hoppipolla (omg this is so perfect, because it's my anti breakdown song. i listen when i am stressed)
Driving:
9 to 5- dolly parton (actually, i love listening to this is the car on the way home from school)
Flashback:
panic in detroit- bowie (this is so amazingly perfect. this song IS a flashback. to the riots. omg i love fatteee)
Getting back together:
what im looking for-brendan benson (amazing. that works.)
Wedding:
lean wit it rock wit it-franchise boyz (if that could be my wedding song, i would be happy)
Birth of Child:
poor little rich boy- regina spektor. (AHHAHAHAHA it would have been better if it were oedipus though)
Final Battle:
st james infirmary- the white stripes (thats actually not bad. i would battle to this)
Death Scene:
ok this is so weird. i got forever young-bob dylan. again. that is SO weird. SOSO weird.
Funeral Song:
you talk way too much- the strokes (hmm. funny for a funeral)
End Credits:
stars and boulevards- augustana (i like that. it fits)
i am a creeeper lolz.
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| talk to me, now i'm older. |
[31 Dec 2006|12:28pm] |
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found it:
Goals for 06:
1. Be nicer to the Family
2. Go to Formal Dances
3. Become the Best Softballer you've ever been
4. Get an A in Math
5. Prepare and Whip the ACT/Sat
6. Get a plan for college
thats the big 6 for 06.
i cant wait to read this entry next year. I am sure it will seem like no time has passed at all.
(written on December 31st, 2005)
1. not even close to achieving
2. YES. i went to aball. that so counts.
3. i feel comfortable enough with myself to say that i have achieved this.
4. actually, i have an a- right now. thats really close.
5. dont know about the act, but my sat scores were pretty good. could be better.
6. almost there. almost.
i actually feel like i accomplished something this year. finding that list really did brighten my day.
Goals For '07:
1. Maintain discipline and achievment as a softballer
2. Get a 4 or a 5 on the Apush exam
3. strengthen relationships with friends/boys.
4. Become a more disciplined pianist.
5. Retake the ACT and SAT and REALLY whip them
6. get into the college of my choosing.
i can't wait to read this entry next year. although i am pretty sure time is going to crawl by.
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| party party party |
[07 Dec 2006|05:55pm] |
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Hey, New Years Eve party at my house. So uhh, basically everyone is invited. In fact, attendence is pretty much mandatory. Ok good. Bye.
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| every stone a story |
[02 Dec 2006|11:08pm] |
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HAVE YOU EVER:
1. RAN AWAY: as in, down the block. to the park. but not for real. although i have planned a dramatic escape to canada, invovling a bicycle and a fake id.
2. DYED YOUR HAIR: nah
3. KISSED A GIRL: not for real
4. ATE A WHOLE BAG OF CHIPS: mini bags duh
5. BROKEN SOMEONE'S HEART: probably. you know me.
6. BEEN IN LOVE: no.
7. CRIED WHEN SOMEONE DIED: oh yes.
8. WANTED SOMEONE YOU KNEW YOU COULDN'T HAVE: pretty much my life. kill me now blah blah blah...and that was all sarcasm ps
9. BROKEN A BONE: pinky. i am not freaking krista or anything.
10. DRANK ALCOHOL: chyea, every week pretty much
11. LIED: seriously...too much.
12. CRIED IN SCHOOL: several times. not when i broke my finger....but when i got a math test back...and probably something to do with softball. oh yea.
Which do you prefer..
13. COKE OR PEPSI: Pepsi
14. SPRITE OR 7UP: 7up
15. GIRLS OR GUYS: Guys.
16. FLOWERS OR CANDY: i honestly detest both. can you say...concert tickets?
17. SCRUFF OR CLEAN SHAVEN: scruff. no doubt.
18. QUIET OR LOUD: in a guy? quiet...to balance my um enthusiam.
19. BLONDES OR BRUNETTES: i honestly dont care.
20. BITCHY OR SLUTTY: slutty is fine.
21. TALL OR SHORT: whatever
22. PANTS OR SHORTS: ew. thighs can be seen in shorts.
The Last Time You...
26. SHOWERED: uh. recently.
27. HAD SEX: Never.
28. HAD A GREAT TIME WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX: hmm. last week probably, playing dodgeball or something
29. YOUR GOOD LUCK CHARM: clemente.
30. PERSON YOU HATE MOST: it would surprise a lot of people, so i wont say it.
31. BEST THING THAT HAS HAPPENED TO YOU TODAY: i think i saw someone who i think saw me, who i think was happy about seeing me, even though i didnt really even see him for real.
32. COLOR: hot pink
33. MOVIE: donnie mothafuckin darko.
34. BOOK: brave new world. to kill a mockingbird. catcher in the rye.
35. SUBJECT IN SCHOOL: precalc
36. JUICE : cider
37. CARS: i wouldnt know a volkswagon from a volvo.
38. ICE CREAM: cake batter or cookie dough.
39. HOLIDAY: lets see..i hate my birthday, i don't like thansgiving/halloween/fourth of july/easter. that leaves christmas.
40. SEASONS: fall.
41. BREAKFAST FOOD: special k.
42. PLACE TO GO WITH YOUR HONEY: i like to take him to the mall. and bowling.
Who-
43. MAKES YOU LAUGH THE MOST: probably krista and mary. seriously. and my fucking catechism class.
44. MAKES YOU SMILE: j.c., my friends.
45. GIVES YOU A GOOD FUNNY FEELING WHEN YOU SEE THEM: hmm. lets not go there.
47. YOU HAVE A SECRET CRUSH ON: well it's not exactly a damned secret...
48. CAN MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER NO MATTER WHAT:...
49. EASIER GUYS OR GIRLS: both have their moments
Do You Ever?
50. SIT BY THE PHONE WAITING FOR A PHONE CALL ALL NIGHT: well uh. yea. not at night. ok once at night
51. SAVE AOL CONVERSATIONS: sometimes.
52. SAVE E-MAILS: heh.i should get around to deleting them.
53. WISH YOU WERE SOMEONE ELSE: doesnt everyone?
54. WISH YOU WERE A MEMBER OF THE OPPOSITE SEX: woah no. long story. but no.
55. CRIED BECAUSE OF SOMEONE'S MEAN WORDS: only my father's. and coaches. never a peer. what can any little bitch say to me that i havent already thought of myself? oh shoot. sctratch that.
Best...
56. COLOGNE: fucking axe.
57. PERFUME: fuck it.
59. ROMANTIC MEMORY: hmm. eh. hmm.hahha. hmm, i am mentally reliving it. too bad it is slithgly lame.
61. FALLEN FOR YOUR BEST FRIEND?: not even close.
62. MADE OUT WITH JUST A FRIEND?: well. ah. no. ok yes then. it depends. hell, i guess no.
63. BEEN REJECTED?: yes. hasnt everyone?
64. BEEN IN LOVE?: no. just no.
65. BEEN IN LUST?: one time too many.
66. USED SOMEONE?: yes. and do i regret those times? NO. and yes, i am a horrible person. get over it.
67. BEEN USED?: oh yes.
68. CHEATED ON SOMEONE?: No.
69. BEEN CHEATED ON?: no
70. BEEN KISSED?: Yes.
71. DONE SOMETHING YOU REGRET?: oh all these things that i have done....
last person
72. YOU TOUCHED?: mom
73. YOU TALKED TO?: rachel
74. YOU HUGGED?: dad.
75. YOU IMed?: rachel
76. YOU KISSED?: nick. fuck. i hate nick.ok remind me to delte that.
78. YOU YELLED AT?: dad
79. YOU I DELETED THIS ON ACCIDENT LOL:wtf man, is someone on more drugs than me right now.
80. WHO BROKE YOUR HEART?: for real? no one has had my heart. but shallowly, kenny has. and other people in nonromantic senses.
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Ask me a question about each of the following
- friends
- sex
- music
- drugs
- love
- livejournal
No matter how rude, sexual, or confidential, I'll reply to it. Then post this in your journal and see what questions you get asked!
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btw. when i say my supply of hash has been rather dry...i hope no one took that seriously and is staging an intervention of sorts. i was roundaboutedly being metaphorical or something.
just ignore me.
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[21 Jan 2006|05:50pm] |
i am the worlds BIGGEEST procrastinator, and i like music so....heres another one of those name that tune ruses.
1. finland, finland,finland, thats the country for me! findland is the country where we dance, finland is the country where we play
2. fell in love with a girl, fellin in love and almost completely.
3. my song is love. love to the love thats shown. and it goes up. you dont have to be alone.
4. and no body as dope as me, im just so fresh and so clean. (so fresh and so clean clean)
5. theres a devil that is standing on my tail and i dont even feel him. and theres an angel that is tempting me to fail..but i dont even need him.
6. poeple try to put us down, talkin bout my generation, just because we get around.
7. ahh shh push it. ahh shh push it. ohh baby baby. b-b-b-baby. ahh shh push it.oww! salt n peppers here!
8. i met her in a club down old soho, where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry cola. c-o-l-a
*oldie 9. the festival was over, and the boys were planning for a call. the cabaret was over, except for the drilling in the wall. (i <3333 bobbie dylan)
10. im coiming...out. im coming. im coming out. yeaah. im coming out. i want the world to know, im gonna let it show
11.caroline. CAROLINE. see caroline, all the guys would say shes might fine. but mighty fine only gets you somewhere half the time.
12. funny how I find myself in love with you. if i could buy my reasoning, id cave to you. but that wont do.
13. still dont kow what i was waiting for, and time was running wild down a dead end street. and everytime it seemed i had it made, the taste was not so sweet.
14. picture yourself in a boat on a river, with tangerine and marmelade skys. somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly, a girl with kaledeskope eyes.
15. i took my love and i took it down. i climed a mountain and i turned aorund. and i saw my reflection in the snow covered hills, till the landslide brought me.
16. MYEAh HE mYEAH WHO mYEAHMyahh, myahaah ahah, myhea. hello. salud. its me, your duke. and i made something thats ready to show you. ( i love swedish techno)
17. HEY. jenny jenny, who can i turn to? jenny, you give me something i can hold onto.
18. who will buy my sweet red roses? two blooms for a penny.(repeat x3 or 5) will you buy any milk?RIPE STRAWBERRIES RIPE!
19. save some face, you know youve only got one. change your ways while your young. boy, one day you will be a man. oh girl, he will help you understand
20. whatever happened to my part? now we are halfway through act two, and ive had nothing to do! ive been offstage
for far too long!
21. NO matter WHich way YOu go, no matter which way you stay, you're out of my mind.
22. edelweiss, edelweiss, every morning, you greet me. small and white, clean and bright, you look happy to meet me.
23. jesus walks. God show me the way, cuz the devils trying to break me down. you know the midwest is young and restless, might snatch your necklace.
24. stacy can I come over after school? we can hang around by the pool.
25. janies got a gun, janie got a gun, whole worlds come undone, staring at the sun.
26. once upona looking for donna, she was a 16 year old virgin. oh donna ohh oh donna, oh donna, lookin for my donna.
27. this is missy eliot one time exclusive. is it worth it? let me work it. i put my thang down flip it and reverse it.
29. she would never say where she came from. yesterday dont matter if its gone. while the sun is bright, or in the darkest light. no one knows. she comes and goes.
30.all the girls in the bathroom talking, who they gonna take to the SADIE hawkins. my ears are burning, but i keep on walking
31. citys breaking down on a camels back, they just got to go cuz they dont know whack.
32. my life is brilliant. my love is pure. i saw an angel, of that im sure.
33. sweet dreams are made of thses, who am I to disagree,i traveled the world and the seven seas, everybodys looking for something
*this ones for grden 34. ships crossing like ghosts in the night.makes all remembered faces in sight, take what we can and need to survive.
And finally...( a personal oldie fave)
35. lights fall on my face and hands. lights fall from the ups and downs. im in the middle without any plans. im a boy and im a man.
theres only one white stripes song in there. you're welcome. id say that the rest is pretty dang easy/obvious.
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