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Friends of Autobiography
| I Don't Deserve SHIT | May 15th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by starryeyes | |
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Listening to: So Sick - NeYo
Feeling: depressed
I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND HE FUCKING DOES EVEYTHING HE POSSIBLY CAN TO MAKE MY LIFE HORRIBLE IM SITTING HERE CRYING AS HE MAKES FUN OF ME AND HAVE U EVER GOTTEN TO THAT POINT IN UR LIFE WHERE U JUST WANNA FUCKING STAB URSELF OR BEAR MASE URSELF OR JUST FUCKING KILL URSELF CUZ UR SO FUCKING STRESSED OUT THAT U FIGURE IF U JUST REPEAT THE SAME ROUTINE EVER SINGLE FUCKING DAY WHY NOT JUST FUCKING STOP REPEATING IT GOD I SOUND LIKE A FUCKING EMO BITCH RIGHT NOW BUT FUCK IM IN THE MOOD TO JUST FUCKIN GO SLIT MY OWN FUCKING THROAT RIGHT NOW I CANT FUCKING STAND THIS ANYMORE, I PUKE AND I PUKE AND IT'S BEGGINING TO JUST NOT BE ENOUGH I NEED TO FUCKING DO SOMETHING MORE SATISFYING CUZ CLEARLY I APPARENTLY JUST DON'T DESERVE TO HAVE A GOOD TIME SO I GUESS I HAVE TO THINK OF SOMETHING MORE FUCKING TORTUROUS FOR MYSELF NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT ME PUKING N SHIT BUT MY BOYFRIEND, N HES STILL A BITCH ABOUT IT, BUT WUTEVER IF NO ONE CAN FIND OUT ABOUT THAT, NO ONE WOULD BE ABLE TO FIND OUT IF I JUST DID WORSE SHIT RIGHT I NEED SOME SORTVE HARSHER DRUGS OR SOMETHING IM SICK OF THIS SHIT, MY BOYFRIENDS MADE IT CLEAR THAT I DONT DESERVE TO LIVE |
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| 70 hit(s) | (0 comments) | Break Me |
| More and more features | Monday, September 15th, 2008 |
| by news | |
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- the Comment Browser is back - the Friend Browser is back - Sitdiary chat now has smileys |
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| 1209 hit(s) | (9 comments) | respond |
| [[°º170º°]] Home again, home again.. | September 28th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by imperfection | |
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Listening to: The TV
Feeling: groggy
I don't really know what to talk about. OH! I do have good news! Kevin and I are finally talking again! I didn't know what happened. We just like completely stopped talking for like two months. But when I was evacuating for the storm, he sent me a text saying he would be thinking of me. Last night he called me and I told him I would be able to come online because I would be at my sister's house. We talked until like 2:00AM. I was soo happy. Well, still am. I don't have anything else to sayy! See you guys around. Have a good one. |
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| 229 hit(s) | (2 comments) | Make me Perfect.. |
| ongoing entry... the end | August 13th, 2008 @ 3:51pm |
| by donut | |
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Listening to: always something different
Feeling: belligerent
left click on the second link where you are prompted with: You can download Un Chien Andalou here or (here). blah. xxxxx hello. i forgot to bring it in, but i was gonna put my new poem up here today. it was the poem i wrote for my little sister's homework (don't tell). it involves a table, a chair and a blue pear. just be a little patient, ok? later, my faithful subjects... xxxxx hello mr. egg mayo. may i take your order? so, like, i was, like, talking to, like, my sister and, like, couldn't help but, like, notice how much she, like, uses the word 'like', like, totally, like, unnecesarily and randomly as, like, every other, like, word. and then it dawned upon me. 'like' isn't actually even a real word. it was created by the polish in a failed attempt to dominate the earth. more on that whenever i uncover the whole truth (hopefully soon)... i have a question. being 16 (legally allowed to have sex), does it make me a paedophile if i am attracted to someone whose age is 14 (not legally allowed to have sex)? several people seem to think i am a paedophile for this reason, whereas i firmly believe that age is just a number and is thusly completely irrelevant. anybody seen the film yet? un chien andalou? what do ya think? as much as i love boring all of you groovy people with my babble about the surreal, paedophilia and polish conspiracies, i must now leave as i am not using my computer at home, 'tis one belonging to the local library and my time is almost expired. later. xxxxx hello. tonight i am a guide for the open evening at my school. boring? yes. do i intend to make it un-boring? even more yes!! i am supposed to tell all of the prospective parents that the school is good, blah blah blah... i intend to let them know the truth about the evilness of the headmistress. but it's all in the name of good clean fun... on the up-side, despite the fact that tonight will inevitably be a living hell, i will still see my allegedly 'paedophilic' crush. she's doing a little performance thing for drama, for which i've seen most of the production, like discussions and such as i usually help out with drama stuff after school these days. i need a job. i need to buy cannibis, a set of drums, tattoos, cigarettes, clothes, books, cds, dvds, a playstation, a handheld console, candy, food, a phone, et cetera et cetera. these are things i could live without (except food) but i want 'em and if you got a problem-O with it, then fuck you. goodbye. |
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| 329 hit(s) | (0 comments) | Z? |
| 915 | December 3rd, 2008 @ 9:32pm |
| by advertisement | |
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Feeling: sleepy
How Long is Seven Days, Really? By this time next week (that is, 8:27 Early Wednesday Night 10 December 2008), I will be a college senior. But wait...How? I don't feel any older than I felt when I was 16. I still find it hard to believe that I'm enrolled in Uni at all. Sometimes I am walking to class and it hits me, whoa. I'm at uni...and I'm not just pretending. I feel like i'm actually pretending to pretend to be in college. Who the fuck am I? |
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| 17 hit(s) | (0 comments) | Am I Real? |
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| by sexyhair | |
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| 325 hit(s) | (4 comments) | leave comment |
| tryouts | August 13th, 2008 @ 3:50pm |
| by pi3c3sofm3x3 | |
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i had to practice the dance ALOT last night so i wont look like an idiot.. and yeah the chants and stuff are easy. stunting todayyy. im kinda nervous for that. and im really sore too. lateRRR |
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| 10 hit(s) | (0 comments) | you're hott |
| hey guys | August 13th, 2008 @ 3:51pm |
| by lala | |
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Listening to: radio
Feeling: bipolar
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| 216 hit(s) | (16 comments) | lay it on me man |
| insecure drinker syndrome | February 21st, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by maggot | |
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Sitting in my room listening to the drunken cheers of a couple of hundred uni students. There down there rotting there livers and slowly disintegrating there lungs with cigarettes and drugs…how I wish I could join them. To be a different person for just a little while, be confident and charismatic all because of a mind altering drug, wear a Japanese kabuto mask to hide my real feelings and drift away in meaningless conversations with people I don’t care about. It sickens me. Sitting by myself blowing my feelings away in smoke, watching as couples walk past holding each other in loving embraces you would expect from a newly married couple. Over hearing them tell each other about their feelings towards the complete stranger there hoping to fuck. Listening to the all to much abused sayings so that hopefully they’ll get some action, all the while realising I would be doing the same if I was them. Then they will continue to persist with the casual partner for the night with slurred promises of love. Love that means nothing but a cheap fuck for the night, a cheap thrill to be talked about with pride from the male and more likely than not shame from the female. Centuries ago this sort of acting wasn’t even seen in the theatres, now we see it every were. There is a guarantee that it happens in at least one pub per night, at least once a night a woman is raped because of alcohol and wont come forward, this is not a statistical fact but everyone knows its true. There is no longer shame in looking someone in the eyes and lying to them, pretending that your completely honest when all your doing is sweeping someone off their feet then throwing them face first into a mirror, once the person is lying in the shattered glass they see how much they have forsaken values that were common in times past. We have bread a nation of sluts and fuckheads and I cant say that im not one, iv said the nice things to people in the hope of hooking up with them but I cant bring myself to the level of lying to them just for 5 minutes of lust. All it comes down to is that we’ve turned our bodies into chemical dustbins just for the sake of it. There’s no denying the fact that it feels good when your head begins to fuzz and your mind begins to loosen with a belly full of piss. But when is enough? Is it when we can no longer socialise with new people if we are not drowning our insecurities in alcohol. Is it when we realise that we only like some people when our minds are blurred with the sweet sensation of being free. From the start of our lives we were all able to meet new people its only once we hit puberty that we started becoming self conscious, I could take the easy way out and blame the media but that’s just bullshit. Its our own faults mainly for believing any put down sent our way and having no pride in ourselves. Not having enough self respect is more of a problem now days than being homeless, many homeless people you will meet have pride in themselves, yes they’ve fallen on hard times but they still hold there heads up high and continue living. So why is it that us dumb rich kids have to go out on the weekends and get shitfaced in order to tell people exactly what you think of them, have the balls to talk to a girl that you like or be comfortable in a group. Its because we either hate ourselves or love ourselves-there is no in between. The people that love themselves go out drink and continue to be assholes whereas the ones who hate themselves just hide behind the alcohol to make it easier to forget about who they are and just relax. No one should need any drug to relax. Therefore I am one of the greatest hypocrites of all time. I smoke, drink and occasionally do drugs all in the “fun of it.” Why we think this is fun I do not know, everyone remembers their first few times cause they drank more than they could handle and completely wrote themselves off. Thus giving people the impression that all you want to do is party, so the next party rolls around and someone asks, “hey man you gunna get fucked up tonight?” Fuck yes I am!” That response is what breeds a habitual insecure drinker, the notion of being known as a big drinker is the mask of just wanting to be known and noticed. So gradually people get to know you more because your open and honest when your drunk and soon enough your life story is so blurred that people hate you and love you for no reason. People start to be your best mate to your face and then stab you in the back. You start to confide in people and then your secrets are spread your life is common knowledge, the only problem is that its not your life its everyone’s side of your life. Therefore the only way to stop this “insecure drinker” syndrome is to grow some values and some pride. Understand that you need to have high morals in your life, respect the words that society has raped and don’t go slathering them on the first or any of the people you want to violate. Grow some self-pride and dignity in yourself to be able to talk to people without fear of what they’re thinking of you. If everyone woke up to themselves we would all have a life that’s easier than forgetting everything with a bottle of scotch in one hand and a winnie blue in the other. |
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| 188 hit(s) | (5 comments) | hate me |
| 117 sleep you must be kidding! | July 28th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by nahnahnah | |
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never. its official ive found him, and hes been with me for a year. im going nuts not to mention the legal speed, its 4 in the am. and i wnt sleep i just finished talking to him. brandon broke up with me today an i didnt care! im so amazed stoked i dont want to wake up. EVER. you would know why i was so happy if you knew eric. wow. EEEEEEEEEE> he IS amazing. i must be the luckiest ever. |
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| 274 hit(s) | (3 comments) | duh i |
| Another sell out band | August 13th, 2008 @ 3:51pm |
| by rshsthoughts | |
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Love love love love love love Woo! You were everything I wanted You were everything a girl could be Then you left me brokenhearted Now you don't mean a thing to me All I wanted was your Love love love love love love Hate is a strong word But I really really really don't like you Now that it's over I don't even know what I liked about you Brought you around And you just brought me down Hate is a strong word But I really really really don't like you I really don't like you Thought that everything was perfect (Perfect) Isn't that how it's supposed to be? Thought you thought that I was worth it Now I think a little differently All I wanted was your Love love love love love love Hate is a strong word But I really really really don't like you (I really don't like you) Now that it's over I don't even know what I liked about you (Liked about you) Brought you around And you just brought me down Hate is a strong word But I really really really don't like you Now that it's over you can't hurt me Now that it's over you can't bring me down Oh... oh... oh... oh oh oh Oh... oh... oh... oh oh oh All I wanted was your Love love love love love love Hey! Hate is a strong word But I really really really don't like you (I really don't like you) Now that it's over I don't even know what I liked about you (Liked about you) Brought you around And you just brought me down (Hey!) Hate is a strong word But I really really really don't like you Oh... oh... oh... oh oh oh I really don't like you Oh... oh... oh... oh oh oh I really don't like you Oh... oh... oh... oh oh oh I really don't like you Oh... oh... oh... oh oh oh |
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| 190 hit(s) | (0 comments) | now your thoughts |
| Holy fuck, she's 15. | August 13th, 2008 @ 3:51pm |
| by firestormx | |
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Listening to: As I Lay Dying - Forever
Feeling: alive
Completed writing: 4:20am Words: 4.5k Average reading time (At 250 words/minute): 18 Minutes Okay, so it's been almost two fuckin' months. I figure, when people start boycotting my diary, I should start updating, eh? Alright, it is currently 11:00pm. I have to leave for my 'family reunion' in 12 hours. And you know it takes me like 5 hours to get dressed, shower, do my hair, put on my makeup, choose a suitable outfit, grab my book and borrowed CD player, and hop in the car! And since I can't wake up from my sleep without at least 6 hours of sleep, I'm simply not going to sleep tonight. Fortunately, before I started writing, I noticed there was some coffee still in the pot upstairs, which means I can make my special coffee mix! Fill the cup half way up with cream, a quarter with coffee, and the rest with sugar. It still tastes really bitter, but at least I can take a sip, and not spit it out. Oh! Oh! Speaking of spitting liquid out, I had a cavity filled this week, and my mouth got numbed, so whenever I would drink something, it'd all come flowing out. Man I love being numb! If anyone works at, or near a veterinary clinic, STEAL ME SOME NUMBING NEEDLES! Anyway my last entry was about me turning 15. (I'm still getting happy birthdays from people...YOU PEOPLE ARE TWO MONTHS LATE!...But you're awesome anyway.) Today Deanna turns 15. And yes, it was a coincidence that I decided to write this entry today. So yeah, two birthday entries in a row. FUCKIN' BLAH! I'm writing this entry in word, 'cause apparently I'm horrible at spelling stuff. Well, apparently I suck at sentence structure too, as those FUCKING ANOYING GREEN LINES are showing me. I'm gonna look through the options to see if I can turn it off. *three seconds later* holy fuck! Word has macros! I never knew that! Awesome! Holy crap, word has so many uber-1337 features! I never looked through ALL the menu options before! Holy crap, I have so much respect for MS Word, now that I've looked through the options. Hot diggity, I got rid of that fuckin' green line. =) Okay, so anyway, it's Deanna's birthday. All she wants are CDs for her birthday. I think that's awesome! But now I'm starting to think it was one of those weird, "I meant something different than what I actually said" kind of things, that girls apparently do. Therefore, I shall go to the...*shudder* mall tomorrow. (I'm so good at doing this stuff, eh? Waiting 'till the day after her birthday to buy her something) By mall, I mean wallmart. Because apparently everything is cheap, and the quality is crap. Cheap products + crappy quality = birthday girl appreciating the quality of my 20+ CDs! Nah, I'm not that stupid. But it's not going to be fun. When I walk into a store, I know exactly what I want, and I should know where I have to go to buy that item, within 20 seconds, or I start to panic, and run out the door screaming. So, wtf am I going to buy? I have no clue. But I'm going to be using the money I owe Mike to buy it. XD I've got a big bag of those "berries" candies for her. It was 5 bucks at Costco, so I just HAD to buy it! But then, I figured it was probably all hard and stale, so then I got the bright idea: "I know! I'll just give it to Deanna! This bag could easily look like it's worth 10 bucks!" Therefore, she gets a bag of candy. For the record, I bought another bag of it too, and if you eat the whole bag, without sleeping, you WILL get sick. Okay, it's past midnight now, so I won't bore you people with this. So instead, I'm going to talk about *looks at notes on what to write about* Holy fuck, I haven't written in two months, and I've barely got anything to write about. Let's see, first, click these two links: My site Just click it because I'm cool. You can close the window once you're done staring in awe. (Even though my friend designed the site...I just coded it...So you can't really see the part that I made) EMO DIARY DUDE, SOMEONE MADE A DIARY CALLED "emo"! Some of you might remember (I doubt any of you will) that a while ago, I wrote that there was no diary named "emo" in one of my other entries, so someone went and made a diary called emo! Read the first entry, just 'cause it makes me feel special. Okay, enough with the links. Back to the CDs, they're so awesome! For me anyway. With 20+ CDs, I'm listening to all these old songs I used to listen to. All the chicks start yellin' all the hot babes Throw their bras and their shirts and their panties on stage So like every single night they pick a fight with me But when we fight it's kinda like sibling rivalry Because they're back on stage the next night with me "Dude I just think your trying to steal the light from me" Yesterday Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me Coz I told him Jessica Alba is my wife-to-be This rockstar shit is the life for me And all the other guys just despise me because Wow, then there's all these old Eminem songs I used to listen to, and just...WOW, LINKIN PARK! Hmmm, what else *tries to look through the CDs without knocking them all down* -The Used -Tupac -Three Days Grace -Evanescence -Billy Talent -Swollen Members -Kittie (I swear, the screamer sounds like a guy) -Story of the Year -DMX -Breaking Benjamin -D12 -Papa Roach Man, my storage hard drive died...Holy crap, back in March! Anyway, now it's corrupted, and I can't even figure out how to format it. (I've given up on saving the information) All my music was on that hard drive. I've kept all the music I've had, for the past couple of years, on that hard drive. Ever since it corrupted, all I've really downloaded was screamo. Lots and lots of screamo. (And some emo with screaming) Stop sleepin' on the roof, bitch! Sorry, I'm gonna be quoting random stuff from the music now. Oh! I'll bet you guys want to know why I haven't updated in 2 months, right? No?! =O Oh well, I'll tell you anyway. As most of you know, I've been doing math 'till June 15th, then I've been working on other sites for people, and playing games...Lots and lots of playing. Fuckin' games are so addictive. I got half way through Killzone in one day. (Played about 14 hours straight) Fuckin' games. I hate them so much. So yeah, Math, Sites, and those Fucking Games. Damn, D12 world is such an awesome album. Know what's cool? Some lady from my church is a fuckin' PhD in PHYSICS from FUCKING OXFORD! A PhD in PHYSICS from OXFORD! She's really quiet, and timid, and looks kind of twitchy...Kind of like she's had a nervous breakdown, or something. It'd be so cool to be like that! I want to burn out some day. I'll have kids like me going "Wow, you're so cool", and I'll teach them all this awesome stuff, like in anime, where this old guy, who everyone thinks is useless, turns out to be a genius, and trains some random kid to save the village. Speaking of old stuff, I've got a book on C from 1988! It's from Microsoft! It's so awesome. My youth leader from church gave me a TON of old computer books. Most of them are un-returned library books. He's so cool. XD I want to teach my Sunday school class sometime. It'd be awesome. And I'll be just like him. He's funny, he invited me over to his house once, and we listened to some underoath (Him and Kayla are the only people I know who like screaming...Oh, and Lyndsey (I spelt it right!) likes it too, I think) then out of no where, he's like "I want a Popsicle", so we walked over to the store, and bought a Popsicle. On the way back, some kid rode his bike by, and was singing Brittany Spears, or something, and Dan (Youth leader) was like "What the fuck was with that kid?! Oh, sorry about swearing. You swear right?" "Yeah" "Yeah, that's right, I saw it in your MSN name" (He added me to MSN) "Heh" "Yeah...I cried all night when I saw that." So funny. And if I'm talking to fast it just means you're listening to slow And if you listen a little faster maybe you'll catch up, Bitch Jew Ja Jaw Jaw Da Dun Jew Ja You just made me mess up, Bitch Bleeb Blab Blah Blah Blah Blah It don't matter, I'm just blabbering Like you understand what I'm saying Anyway I'm just traveling In one ear and I'm out the other You're so fuckin drunk all you hear is the Beat da beat I hate people who just listen to the beat. It's the rapping that's important! I don't see why people would like instrumentals. They're so...Blah! Acapellas are awesome, but "music" is boring. That's why I like rap, and screamo. All the effort is put into the vocals. Of course, the lyrics have to be enjoyable, which means that most rap sucks. But meh, there is good rap out there. Like Eminem/D12, Sage Francis, Tupac, some DMX, KJ-52, etc. Remember, music about drugs and violence are much better than music about sex. And music that sounds good without any of the above (KJ-52? Linkin Park? (LP is cool, 'cause it's rapping AND a bit of screaming. w00t!)) I hate "mainstream" rap, so fuckin' much. (By mainstream, I mean pretty much anything that's not Eminem.) If you think about it, Eminem is pretty much the only rapper I know, who isn't constantly bragging about parties, how much money he has, how be "straight ballin'", or how he's so much better than everyone else. (For the record, I'm referring to Eminem's older stuff...His newest album is just so...Fucked up now.) I love his attitude, he's like "Yeah, I don't give a fuck what I say about myself, in fact, I think I'll start insultin' myself right now! - Wait! Did you just insult my daughter? I'm gonna FUCKING KILL YOU!" So awesome. And he's AMAZING at putting lyrics together. It's just that his newest album's topics for the lyrics are so fucked up. Like, look at this: Hickory Dickory Dirk Diggler Look at me work wizardry with these words Am I a jerk or just jerk chicken Or Chicka chicka chicka chicka jer jer jerkin the chain 22 jerks and a jerk circle Or is it a circle jerk or wait a minute What am I sayin, allow me to run it back and rewind it Or Either before, during or after peforming the act of that which Is normally referred to have such, more commonly known phrases That are more used by today's kids In a more derogatory way but Who's to say, what's fair to say, and what not to say? Let's ask Dr. Dre Dr. Dre? (What up?) I gotta question if I may? (Yeah) Is it gay to play Putt-Putt golf with a friend (Yeah) And watch his butt-butt when he tees off? (Yeah) But, ut! I ain't done yet In football the quarterback yells out hutt-hutt While he reaches in another grown man's ass Grabs on his nuts but just what if It was never meant it was just an accident But he tripped, fell, slipped and his penis went in His teeny tiny little round hiney but he didn't mean it But his little weenie flinched just a little bit And I don't mean to go in into any more details but What if he pictured it as a females butt? Is that gay? I just need to clear things up Til then i'll just walk around with a manly strut It flows together SO FUCKING AMAZINGLY! But it's SO FUCKING MESSED UP! Fortunately, I can fall back to something like Tupac. His lyrics are amazing, but he's (usually) got a decent topic for his lyrics. Well, sort of decent. It's better than "ass like that". A lot of what he says (up here in Canada anyway) is irrelevant now. If I knew Tupac in real life, I'd get SO FUCKING ANOYED with him talking about it being so hard being black. It'd be like an emo kid. XD "Nigga, kids are gettin' gunned down every day by drug dealers. *takes a puff of the blunt* I just wish there was some way I can stop all this useless violence." "...Argh! I'd slap you, if I wasn't scared you'd shoot me!" But that's about the only annoying part about Tupac. The rest of him is AWESOME! He was smart (in a creative way, not a logical way) and he was really nice to most people, but will still get offensive towards people who offend him, and stuff...And the best part...HE GOT SHOT IN THE FUCKING HEAD! (Among other places.) He got shot 5 times (once in the head), and he just gets up, and goes to smoke some weed. I wanna get shot in the head with something powerful when I die. 12 gauge at point-blank to the temple. Angled up a bit. I'd go flying like HL2. It's be so awesome. I also want to get shot WITHOUT dying, just 'cause it's cool to get shot. But anyway, you've got Tupac, vs the new Eminem, and...Ya' know what? You don't care, do you? If you cared, you'd be listening to these artists yourself, and wouldn't need me to tell you this. So let's go back to what I should buy Deanna. I was thinking an escalade, but Dani thinks that's a bad idea, and apparently Walmart doesn't sell them. They don't sell Mercedes, Lamborghini's, or BMWs either. Blah. I want to get some big, black SUV when I get rich. But me a kick-ass, government-looking suit, some awesome sunglasses, tint the windows fully black, then drive of into traffic. Then I'll just lean out the window and yell "GET OUT OF MY WAY, OR I'LL SHOOT YA'!" That'd be so awesome. Odds are, I'll need a cheaper car, before I can afford a nice SUV, so I want to get one of those old Hondas, or Toyotas. You know, the really square, small-looking ones? The ones that look like they're 500 bucks? They're so awesome eh? Some people think people will laugh at them if they drive those. I have a solution for them. Simply get some Porche stickers, and put them on your bumper or something, then tell all your friends "Yup, Porche pays me 500k to have those stickers there." Square cars are so awesome. I want an NSX. I'm running out of things to say, so I'm going to tell you everything I can remember about the past two months. Let's see...Two days ago I tried to do a backflip onto my trampoline, from the metal bar around the trampoline. (You know, the metal thing that all the springs are attached to, that attach to the trampoline mat?) I can do a backflip without much of a spring from the trampoline, so I wanted to see if I would be able to do it on the ground. So I tried it. Okay, I jumped up, started to bring my legs up over my head, stated to curl up...Right about then, I came straight down on my head, and my head curled into my chest (With a very loud "CRAAAACK", I might add) then my legs kept going over my head, and swung my body backwards, thus unfolding my face out of my chest, and burning it along the trampoline. And that is why I am paralysed, and have a rub-burnt nose. The moral of this story, is, that if you're going to do a backflip, do it off your snow fort, not your trampoline. Alright, that was your amusement. Now you must read through my past two weeks. (Or you could just skip it, I guess...Just remember, this is a DIARY, I have to tell about what I did these past two weeks) I've been sending e-mails back and forth with Angela, so she knows all about this...Actually, I'll just copy and paste (and edit) my e-mails to her. Okay, Deanna's little sisters came over to Matt's house, while I was at his house two Fridays ago (Deanna was at her uncle's house), and so I played on the trampoline with them all night. Apparently they had fun. I didn't. They beat me up, and called me "fat baby", and were showing off all their tricks that I couldn't do, etc. Cocky lil' 10/12 year olds. *glares* Nah, it was all fun. Deanna: Every time we come on the trampoline, they start talking about you. I feel special. =) -------- Then, on the Monday before last, I went to a picnic thing with my homeschool group (One of those mass-picnic things, where we take up a whole park) and I followed Deanna, who was following these two younger kids around. Then she had to leave early, so I went and sat on some rocks by Lake Ontario, with Matt's diskman, and sat there, watching the water, with screamo screamin' in my ears. I got so many awesome ideas...Which I won't bore you with...Because I forgot most of them. But anyway, it felt good, I want to do something like that again. -------- Last Friday, I went to Deanna's, with the rest of the youth group: I'm back from Deanna's! It was awesome. XD Most of the time me, her, her sisters, and a couple other people just sat around on the trampoline. First we started throwing random soccer balls at each other, and this one person started bleeding, and I was all like "Oh! Oh! Make me bleed!" so everyone started whipping ball at my face for the next 10 minutes, and I kept dramatically falling off the trampoline backwards, and landing on random sharp gardening equipment, etc. (I never actually did start bleeding) Then we played Horse (Someone does a trick, and everyone else has to match it, or they get a letter of the word horse) Deanna can do a backflip now! And I can do a double frontflip! (Two in the air) Then Deanna does a 180 backflip, then I do a 360 backflip, then I try to do a 540 backflip, and I landed on my face, still spinning, and got a burn all along the side of my face. (Still no blood. =() Then we just sat around talking, and abusing my rugburnt face some more with soccer balls. (And making me cry, by calling me a fat/skinny/cookie baby. =() I'm sore now. XD -------- ...Like me getting a haircut, and now I have short hair, and everyone wanting to rub it yesterday? I should probably tell you about yesterday. IT WAS THE MOST I'VE EVER TALKED, IN A LOOOOONG TIME! I think I'm starting to come out of that stupid shell. =P There's not really much to say...Deanna, her little sisters, and her friend walked around, dragging me on rides, poking me (I scream like a little girl when people poke me, and they find it fun.) Oh, and Deanna held my hand...Just to keep me from running away in line, but still. Er, lemme try and tell this story in chronological order: I arrived at Deanna's house around 9:30 (Her older brother was driving people, and I was using her mom's ticket, 'cause she was conveniently sick) So anyway, her brother was out 'till 6:00 that morning, so he didnt' want to get up until around 10:30. (We played cards, and read my book...Well, I read it, her sisters made fun of me for reading it, and Deanna was defending me. =P) So then Me, Deanna, and her two little sisters, drove over to her brother's girlfriend, and picked her up. Then we began our long drive to Canada's Wonderland. (The amusement park) On the trip there, Deanna had a diskman, and I conveniently had some cds in my backpack, and no one else liked the music Deanna's brother's g/f was playing on the radio, so me, Deanna, and her sisters all listened to my music...For about 10 seconds. Apparently they think they'll go deaf if they listen to too much screaming, so they let me hog the cd player. Of course, there was a price. I had to carry around their girly bracelets all day on my wrist. That was awesome, I felt so pretty wearing them. =) So anyway, we got there, feelin' all pretty 'n' stuff, And we went on rides and stuff 'till about 1. (Well, I only went on two of the rides. And the second one was only 'cause Deanna dragged me on. All the other ones I stayed behind and read my book) Then around 1, we met Jessie and Leah (People that we just so happened to be friends with) and we all went off to eat. I didn't want to eat, 'cause the food is SO FUCKING EXPENSIVE (Seriously, a hamburger and fries are 8 bucks) but her brother bought me a piece of pizza, and wouldn't take my money, so I ate. Then we walked around, for a while, then Jessie figured it'd be fun to hear me scream like a girl, so she started poking me, and I would scream. (for fun) Until about 4, the day basically consisted of them trying new ways to make me scream, and me ditching them when they went on rides. Then, after that, they started trying to figure out ways to get me to go on the rides. Offering me knives, blood, hugs, threats, etc. After going on a couple of rides, they ran out of stuff to bribe me with, so they dragged me into lines. I had lots of fun trying to escape the lines. =P After that, Deanna just said please at the rides, and I went. =P Except for this one ride, that I really didn't want to go on. She GRABBED MY HAND (There, we held hands. =P) and dragged me into the line. I almost escaped twice, but after her little sister tackled me, I figured I couldn't escape. Umm...A bunch of other stuff happened, but I forgot. If we're talking about something, I'll remember something from yesterday, and mention it. So if you want to find out more, you'll have to keep talking to me. =P Damnit, I held her hand...Sort of...and you weren't going to do anything for me holding her hand! (You don't like Toledo anymore, right?) Meh, anyway, I guess you'll just have to be proud of me. XD ----- I'm so awesome at copy and pasting stuff, eh? So basically, every time I see Deanna, it gets awesomer. (Fuckin' word, doesn't think "awesomer" is a word...Doesn't think "fuckin'" is a word either) Now, to analyse song lyrics. "Atreyu - This Flesh is a Tomb" I'll never need to see the sun again There's enough light in your eyes to light up our little world So take me, take my away Kill me slowly, I'll never be the same If that's not a love song to the computer, then I don't know what is. "I'll never need to see the sun again" How many computer geeks want to see the sun again? "There's enough light in your eyes, to light up, our little world" How many computer geeks do you know, who sit in "darkness", but say there's plenty of light coming from the monitor? "Kill me slowly" Some idiotic people think the computer can kill you. "I'll never be the same" That's for sure. Therefore, I have deduced, that Atreyu's drummer is a computer geek. Now then, to make this entry pointlessly longer, I'm gonna copy over something that I e-mailed Angela. (Yes Angela, I'm creepy, and save all the e-mails I send to you. =P) Anyway, today I missed church for the first time in...A really long time. If my parents don't take me, I bus. But this weekend, I've been at my friend's house for the weekend, but I wanted to go anyway. (He went to work this morning, so I couldn't get a rid off him) so I walked all the way to the fucking bus station. Took me two hours. I estimated it'd take half an hour. I was about half an hour from his house "Oh shit, it's 8:30. Hmmm, maybe the bus leaves at 9?" So I kept walking. Then I kept doing that for the next hours. "Maybe it leaves at 9:30..." I got to the bus station at 10. Church starts at 10:30. It takes about 2 hours of transferring, and stuff, to get to church by bus. So I'm like "Oh well, fuck it...Haha, fuck. I have to walk ALL THE FUCKING WAY BACK TO MATT'S FUCKING HOUSE! FDSALFJSDLFJLKSDFJL" I got so pissed off when I realized that. (I'm really slow, as you can tell. I mean, I kept walking to the station, even though it was 9:30, and I'd get there an hour late.) So yeah I walked for four hours, and now I've got all these blisters, and I like, pulled every mucsle in my leg, and...Yeah, I don't exercise much. I'm done with this entry now. Remember that coffee I mentioned earlier? I mixed it in with some hot chocolate, creamer, and sugar, and it still tasted horrible. And ya' know what? Even after I swallowed it all, it still hasn't taken effect. Therefore, I'm just gonna go to sleep. But I'll have a longer entry, eventually! I promise! (Pfft, right. Remember last promise I made? That I would update 10 days ago? =P) So yeah, when I get back from family reunion, I expect comments containing: -A happy birthday wish to Deanna -Your name, age, sex, address, and what time you'll be home alone -A big "welcome back Robbie, we missed your crappy entries so much!' -A good place to buy Speed, for cheap. |
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| 521 hit(s) | (74 comments) | I read it all |
| .:19:.no it dosnt hurt ((to self)): oww | August 13th, 2008 @ 3:50pm |
| by webcomic | |
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hahahaha i have sucksesfully planted a bomb in you basment behind your coolers and if you dont have a basment you do now so ha jajajajaja SHUT UP DAMN YOU you stole my peanut |
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| 157 hit(s) | (8 comments) | teaddybears drink? |
| So... | February 12th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by ratlor | |
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| 149 hit(s) | (4 comments) | Continued... |
| *yawns* come again? | February 23rd, 2008 @ 12:00am |
| by subordinate | |
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well, it's worked so far. |
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| 116 hit(s) | (0 comments) | tell me im loved |
| April 18th, 2006 @ 12:00am | |
| by shatteredangel | |
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Myspace bitches We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust. we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of the town, but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion, you said, "Death is a midnight runner." The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn, as the Ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. A few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall; but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two. I rode alone. You said, "The cinders are falling like snow." There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence, of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon, and darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward; and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message. |
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| 334 hit(s) | (2 comments) | BrEaKMyHeArt |
| well that's interesting | August 13th, 2008 @ 3:51pm |
| by adore | |
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Listening to: June - Elevators Are Matchmakers
Feeling: bonkers
Anyway, the Grady show was soo good. The first band sucked, but Grady did the BEST cover of Heartbreaker by Pat Benetar. Plus I hung out with a bunch of cool cats. The only bands I watched was Grady & then The Return (who also rocked). I like that guy's vocals. Saturday is Crazy Jennette with Sexual Jedi. That should be a very good show, indeed. There are going to be SO many people there. Gnarlystuff. Yesterday I went to Kody's and hung out with him & Joshie. J to the Osh offered me a quarter if he could stick his finger in my buttcrack but I denied him. It's 82 cents, geez!! Also coming up is orientation for school. Blegh. I totally don't wanna start school but then again I do. It's like a tug-of-war or something. Whateverrr. Can't slow time down so might as well go with the flow, right? Take it easy, sleazies. -Justine edit... [bored] LAST PERSON WHO . Slept in your bed: myself . Saw you cry: Myself . You shared a drink with: ...kody! apple juice . You went to the movies with: Brooke & Chris . You went to the mall with: brooke . Yelled at you: my mom . Sent you an email: myspace HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO... . California: I'd hope so... I live here don't I? . Hawaii: no . Mexico: Yeah . New York: no . Las Vegas: no HAVE YOU EVER: . Danced naked: Hahaha no . Dreamed something really crazy and then it happened the next day: mhm... "pass me a burrito?" . Wished you were the opposite sex: today when i had to piss . Do you have a crush on someone: mhm, well i dont know if it counts cuz we're dating but uhh i guess so . What book are you reading now: better than running at night by hilary frank . Worst feeling in the world: Not being good enough, having to pee when you can't, the feeling RIGHT before you throw up. . Future daughter's name: Aiden Rose . Future son's name: Kieran Ryder . Do you sleep with a stuffed animal: Newp . What's under your bed: who knows . Favorite sport to watch: baseball i guess. . Siblings: sisters, 8 & 4 . Location: dirty ventura, hahaha . College plans: *shrug* . Piercings/tattoos: ears . Do you drink: ehh, not really no . What are you most scared of: small, confined spaces. . What clothes do you sleep in: t-shirts. Where do you want to get married: the beach somewhere, where its always warm . Who do you really hate: no one . Do you drive: nopeee . Do you have a job: nopeee . Do you like being around people: yeah most of the time . Are you for world peace: For shure . Are you a health freak: Hahaha, nah . Have you ever loved someone you had no chance with: Nah . Do you have a "type" of person you always go after: if you consider, "ASSHOLE" a type, then yeah i guess so . Song thats stuck in your head a lot: a doors song. or any song thats on the radio . Do you want to get married: yeah i guess. i dunno i could live without marriage. . Do you want kids: NO. i'm getting animals. or adopting. FAVORITES . Type(s) of music: i have too many different types. i like classic rock & alternative a lot though . Band/Group(s): judging from the posters on my walls you'd think it's either the doors or sex pistols, lmao. i have too many though. . Color: aquamarine! . Perfume or cologne: Ck one summer; cococabana; strawberry daquiri . Month: november, july . Flower: sunflowers IN THE LAST 48 HOURS, HAVE YOU... . Cried: almost . Bought something: del taco . Gotten sick: nope . Sang: mhm . Met someone: nope . Missed someone: Yep . Hugged someone: Yep . Kissed someone: Yep . Had an orgasm: i'm a walking orgasm . Became shy around someone: nope . Been to the diner: uhh no . Exercised: i walked! does that count? |
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| 287 hit(s) | (3 comments) | lovers and liars |
| *22nd set of icons-requests* | December 23rd, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by icons4u | |
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here's some requests: jessica simpson and drugs i also added in some random ones...so enjoy!                   
and my FAVORITE!!! 
oh and here are some holiday ones :-)   
this is HILARIOUS 
also i HAD to get some napoleon dynamite icons...durr! lol      |
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| 832 hit(s) | (4 comments) | comment/request |
| more | October 30th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by emosextoy | |
you know u like it |
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| 175 hit(s) | (15 comments) | slit my wrist |
| July 7th, 2006 @ 12:00am | |
| by xxluluxx | |
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hollerrrr. |
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| 119 hit(s) | (2 comments) | this is glamoure |
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