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Friends of Asphalt
| volleyball | October 27th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by bullboy | |
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the year 11s have put a team in the rainbow comp this year. the 'hot shots'. we have abbey, nadia, joe, pondy, spew, benny and me in the team. and as much as nadia doesn't like to think it, we have a damn strong team. we were on a winning streak, starting the year off with 2-0, but last night we got taken down. i wouldn't of minded anyother time, cuz i only play for a good time and i love the sport. buuut we got beaten by the 'originals' the most hated team in the comp. they are fuckers with a capital F. we came close in the last 2 sets. we were 3 points off and then 5 points off in the last set. bit of a bugger that we couldn't win at least one set. joe was off. i don't know what was up but it didn't seem like the big man really wanted to be there. usually he has a pair of the safest hands on the team, but last night he just didn't get into it. pitty. there is this one guy on the 'originals' and they call him sparrow. he once played state volleyball or sumthing, but that was many many moons ago. he thinks he is a big man cuz he can spike it down hard on ppl (girls mainly). last night i was at the net and he jumped up to spike it so i blocked his shot and i fucked him up good. the ball came back with all his force and hit him square in the face. i call the shot 'fuck you bitch'. hope he hurt for a bit after it. mother fucker. we do have a strong team and i have a feeling that we might do a bit of alright for the rest of the year. the other day at school we set the alarm on the 'smart board'. it kinda sounds like the school's fire alarm...and we turned the volume up really really loud...and then left class. mr cook was packing up his books after the bell and the alarm starting going off. ha! he didn't know wat to do. he ran out the room and stood in the quadangle and was yelling at everybody to go out on the oval (where u are meant to go when there is a fire). all the kids new it wasn't, so they kept walking...haha! mr cook was like "ok guys lets go to the oval...quick...HEY! don't go to class! can't u hear the alarm??...don't ignor me!....come on, quick!!!" hahaha. fuck it was a pisser. when he found out what we had done he got a little bit upstairs and made us write lines lol. was talking to mrs petschel the other day. just having a general chat about things. we got on to the topic of suicide. (i was telling her about when rebecca rang up the other night and was saying she was going to kill her self...i asked what i should do if she did it again) anyways...so we were talking about suicide and then she told a story about her when she was younger. i thought i should write it down, cuz it just blew my mind.... she had a best mate in high school. they both planned to be teachers after they finished and do everything together. then mrs p decided that she wanted in on law. so she went her own way. she came to see her mate one weekend and found her hanging in the garage. she said looking back on it now it must have been funny if sumone was watching her react to it. i could kinda see the funny side...in a sick kinda way. anyways...so mrs p said after she gave up trying to help her mate she read the suicide note. and it kinda blamed her for not being a teacher with her mate. now that would fuck up the most strongest of ppl. anyways...last year mrs p gets a letter in the mail. it's from her old mates mum. it said that the husband had just passed away and that the suicide wasn't her fault at all. the father had been touching the daughter for ages and she just wanted out...and the parents thought it would be best if no one knew...so they made up a pretend suicide note. how fucked is that?? i think it was the first time i swore...like said 'fuck' in front of mrs p. i was shocked to say the least. who does that?? on a much lighter note i wanna talk about flozz. :) i was at work tonight annnnd my boss was looking after a little 10year old girl for the night. so in the end...for about 45mins or so i entertained her. i took the wrath of her making fun of me...i got told that i'm a loser and i look like i have head butted a tree....yeah...lowest point of my life, getting picked on by a 10 year old. lol. but i did notice one thing...she was cool and really cute. and in a way she reminded me heaps of the was me and flozz are together. i don't mean that i'm in to flozz cuz she is like a little kid and i dig little kids...i'm just saying that flozz is really really cute and the games me and her play with each other are alot like ones u do with kids. and i think it is the bee's knees! flozz is swimming round in my head all the time now days. she was meant to cum up this weekend, but her old man didn't let her. i'm not real sure where i stand with her old man. don't know if he is too happy with one of his little girls dating. lol. all i'm saying is..too bad. it's not going to stop me. there is one thing that blows my mind with flozz. it makes me see that there were a few things with rebecca that i never really liked that much. the best eg i can cum up with is this- i will tell flozz (mucking around) that i don't like her anymore...and she will answer with 'i don't care...i still want you, and thats that.' with rebecca i would say that and she would say 'fine...' and wait for me to say sorry or what eva. the way flozz does that shows me that she really wants me. i am a big believer that little things make a shitload of the big things. u always have to start off small before u can get big. me and flozz have a crap load of little things...like 'in' things. only me and her understand them. and i like it that way. she really makes me happy...like not just happy...but really glad and gives me that extra spark that i thought i had lost. she is special to me...words can't express how much. i best be off...i'm gunna start to try to write more in this again. |
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| 402 hit(s) | (3 comments) | drop me a line- |
| flower... flower... flower... | August 13th, 2008 @ 3:50pm |
| by airgoddess890 | |
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Listening to: already there- goo goo dolls
Feeling: schizophrenic
Kyr |
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| 97 hit(s) | (1 comments) | Kiss the rain... |
| why does this happen to me! | August 27th, 2008 @ 10:55am |
| by vgwrksbrto | |
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Listening to: inside out- eve 6
Feeling: discombobulated
that afternoon/night/morning was nice. i told you it felt like a dream. not real. we were an us again. we were able to just be. even kevin just blahhed. i mean we watched weeds. and then just ate. i made you ramen. and last night, well you know, i remember what you said, you wanna be with me forever. then prove it. |
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| 104 hit(s) | (4 comments) | oh yes. |
| What a twist? | January 8th, 2008 @ 12:00am |
| by ineedadvice | |
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Senseless. Tasteless. humaniod. Chronological. Biological. Disgusting. Filth. Dirt. Face. Mountian. Dinosaurs. Crippliling. Spelling. Hatchet. Management. Government. Slimes. Rudeness. Hooligans. Obscenities. Beans. Gracie. Control. Contruversies. Mythilogical. Symbolism. Nameiology. FAG MAN. |
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| 278 hit(s) | (0 comments) | Twist the Knife |
| July 10th, 2006 @ 12:00am | |
| by misty | |
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| 110 hit(s) | (0 comments) | drowning moon. |
| gahhh, piece of me mind... | December 2nd, 2008 @ 4:12pm |
| by anarchy99 | |
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The most realistic view of my head you will ever get out of me. It has depth, and gets a bit deep...if you can understand it, and it has a lot of meaning inside it. And it bounces around, a lot, like my mind. If you ever wanted to looking into my brain, here you go. And this is one of the only pieces I will ever admit to liking. The only piece I'd like to see get idk...more recognition... more people to read it. I guess. Radical heartbeat, pulsating blood Not enough, more than enough. Pressure, pressure, pressure! Timidness, thoughtfulness, disasters Too many ideas, ideals, Designs – figments Unrealities, falsified images Life, the unrealistic dream Broken, broken, broken! Broken thoughts, broken designs, broken dreams Distorted vision A mistake, was it? Or was it not? Ideas, ideals, ideas Trouble, trouble, trouble! Pessimistic desires – designs Half-baked figures, thoughts – happiness Inconclusive, indecisive, High, higher, highest! In the clouds, in the stars, in my head In between, beneath, behind, beside I need somebody, I do, I do, I do. Clumsy thoughts, practiced actions Adventure, adventure, adventure! Desire – Life – Ideas – Ideals A continuous story Story, socks, trouble Design – a radical heartbeat Irregular – barely beating, Or beating too fast – The quickest ways to be succumb by a heart attack. Falling, failing, dying heart There is no reason for irregularity. Pressure equals disaster. Death might equal happiness, Though there is no scientific reasoning behind Such a lucrative statement Dying, dying, dying! Slowly dying – Do you want this? Do you toy with me? Am I nothing… or am I something? Do I mean something to you? Slowly, slowly, slowly dying – Curiosity; irregular heartbeat Desire, maybe. Destruction, most likely; Disaster, I can almost taste it. A perfect design, flawless – An imperfect idea, ideal, idea I am nothing, to you. I can almost feel it, Intangible, but I can feel it. Irregular heartbeat – it must mean something. I see the lies, What lies ahead, and what is behind Have I gotten too caught up? Am I just wasting away? Am I the reason for my own destruction? I have led myself to a fork in the forest. Decisions… have I told you I’m indecisive? I’ll just sit on the fence… and think about this for a while – While you continue to break me I am breaking – dying – The irregular heartbeat tells me so. Do you care? Am I a toy? I need clear answers. Just be blunt, put it all out on the field. Do I mean anything to you? Are there even feelings there? Can you sense that I’m not happy? Can you tell that I can’t take this – that I’m breaking? I need you, I need you, I need you. You are like a drug. I need you, I crave you, I want you. Desire, desire, desire! Ideas, ideas, ideas, That is all I have. A falsified reality – A world filled with dreams. You don’t want me. I know you don’t. And if you do – I’ll probably convince myself otherwise. JW - December 2, 2008 |
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| 20 hit(s) | (2 comments) | nah nah nah nah! |
| NEW SITDAIRY!!!! | October 29th, 2008 @ 5:57pm |
| by nightshade | |
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sorian thats it just sorian ok ^_^ |
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| 123 hit(s) | (0 comments) | this life |
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