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Friends of Moroseumbra
| 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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| 327 hit(s) | (0 comments) | Z? |
| For Once | January 25th, 2007 @ 12:00am |
| by purplepantiez | |
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Listening to: Glad- Tyler Hilton
Feeling: depressed
Half The Stuff I Go Thru I Can't Tell My Friendz. It'z Really Fustrating. After The 2 Car Accidentz, And The School Basicly Kicked Me Out, My Grandpa Is In The Hospital, And Guyz,,,,We Arn't Even Gonna Go There. There Is Just 2 Much And I Dunno If I Can Handle It All. *Sigh* Whatever -Candice Jean- |
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| 39 hit(s) | (1 comments) | Dream |
| WHAT SHOULD I DO | April 6th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by maninspiderweb | |
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Listening to: all the things she said
Feeling: shocked
he was the first guy i fell in love with and i wish i could have been with him forever..... so right now i am between a rock and a hard place...... i want to get ahold of him but i dont know if i should.. if anny one has anny sigjestions please help me out i dont know what to do..... i would realy like to get ahold of him but if i do and he dont respond i would be crushed and i dont want to be sad anny more...... WHAT SHOULD I DO!!!!!!!!! i want to cry JONATHAN |
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| 235 hit(s) | (4 comments) | slice a message |
| The Game | October 6th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by confusd | |
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Listening to: Tiger Lily- Matchbox Romance
Feeling: moodless
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| 84 hit(s) | (0 comments) | Say What? |
| Par-tay!! | October 23rd, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by deathofshuyin | |
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Listening to: Crazy Town
Feeling: explosive
Ben |
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| 222 hit(s) | (7 comments) | Scream At Me |
| things | November 15th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by brightside21 | |
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Feeling: placid
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| 198 hit(s) | (2 comments) | Je suis prest |
| My love is to waste | November 13th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by donotfear | |
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Listening to: Secret Window
Feeling: neutral
I feel terrible about it for a number of reasons: She's alone now, and since Will passed, she's alone at a time when I promised I would be there. My love is going to be wasted, because I'm not about to stop loving her. I know everyone is going to tell me to move on, but I don't care. I'd rather love her and never anyone else rather than forget. I don't know how to end conversations, since I can no longer say that I love her, even though I do absolutely and totally. I'm happy because hopefully she'll learn to be happy and then things will get better. I hope she comes back. I know I sound stupid, but I really pray to god that she comes back to me. I feel lousy. I'm trying to stay strong for her though, so maybe she'll see that I can be better. I hope she comes back. I doubt that she will, so I guess my love with be wasted. But in the end, I'd rather "waste" it on her than give it to someone else. |
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| 260 hit(s) | (10 comments) | Forget-Me-Not |
| June 13th, 2006 @ 12:00am | |
| by atreyu | |
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| 277 hit(s) | (6 comments) | waste of time |
| ok once again. | January 6th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by ashleex69 | |
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Feeling: accomplished
i really dont miss this bull shit i hate when fucking people leave u a comment and dont leave a name,i mean be a fucking mature person and leave a name,but wait ur not. anyways maybe ill keep this,i like to look at all this and see how much i have changed,which is once again alot. im dating the love of my life he is so much better then the um the last one if that is what u call it. which by the way his current g/f wants to fuck me not joking..... i love charlie so much he is my punkin lol. nicoles coming over tonight i love hanging with her its fun like super fun lol. i really dont have nothing else to say i guess ill write back in a bit Love always. The Ashleigh xoxoxoxoxoxoxo |
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| 228 hit(s) | (1 comments) | pøekrásný |
| Aw Shit | March 23rd, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by blasphemy | |
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| 186 hit(s) | (1 comments) | Die Bitch |
| trerothoarhjfngfoapjpoh!!! | October 19th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by enigmaticryu | |
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Listening to: The voices in my head.
Feeling: ecstatic
The Question of the day: what would you do for a klondike bar? I mean what would you really do for one.....>???????!!!!!!sdtaertre |
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| 206 hit(s) | (10 comments) | Ignore the pain. |
| the great below | September 20th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by pissoff | |
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Feeling: longing
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| 191 hit(s) | (6 comments) | NIN |
| Done | December 16th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by ihearvoices | |
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Listening to: I
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| 126 hit(s) | (0 comments) | Preach it Sister |
| long time, long time. | March 18th, 2007 @ 12:00am |
| by inkbaby | |
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a year and a half? i'm not exactly sure what compelled me to login to this diary and write in it. somehow, for a short time, i got caught up in reading the old entries of friends and became a bit nostalgic... or was reminiscing, at least. i went through and deleted all the old entries in this diary, and sometimes i wish i weren't so jumpy at the idea of erasing my past. it's kind of cool down the road, say about two years down the road, to go back and read through old entries and be like "holy shit... it wasn't a dream!" maybe it's just me though. i've grown a lot. i'm still stuck in the limbo between reality and dreams, and boredom. oh, how my life is and has been boring. well, i guess not so boring one could say, but not very eventful in the types of events i could possibly be looking for. where shall i start?? june 2006 is a good place. at the beginning of june, merely days after graduating, i packed my bags and came to lincoln park with my sister and her boyfriend at the time. what was supposed to be a temporary vacation of sorts -- after spending months upon months claiming i was going to stay in roscommon until the end of the summer -- became a permanent living situation. i got a lame excuse for a full-time job at mcdonalds. i had met a guy through my cousin who at the time, i thought was "great"-- shortly thereafter, two weeks went by without any communication between us whatsoever, and i gave up on him and moved on... to the hot manager at mcdonald's. his name was joe, and he was a tattooed, brown-eyed, skinny vision of perfection... with the self-esteem of a high school dropout... perhaps because he was a high school dropout, perhaps because he just didn't want to see it any other way. i was crazy about joe from the moment i saw him, but it was wierd as hell for me... because he was the kind of guy that made me feel like i was in high school again, the beginning years... the hot guy who i would like, but would never like me in return (and i wouldn't blame that guy... i was very awkward at 14 and 15). there was a reason i felt that way though, as i soon found out... joe treated his personal relationships like high school relationships; for a 21-year-old, i guess things hadn't changed for him. from the way he clarified our status, to the way he broke up with me, to his lack of communication skills and lack of desire to communicate in the first place. things ended almost as quickly as they began (but that's alright... the sex wasn't that great. as is with any guy with a negative confidence level.) he broke up with me after passing a horrendous cold/virus on to me, immediately after i had pierced my septum. so no only was i constantly sporting a mucus-encrusted septum ring, i was also sick as hell, unnattractive as hell, and depressed --- about the breakup, and the fact that someone with so much potential, such as joe, had to be so... lost. so from there on, time now being the end of july (didn't i mention he broke up with me the night before his birthday? for some reason, i'll be remembering his birthday now....) i met the anarchist, free-spirit, punk-rocker intellect guy; with whom i enjoyed spending my time. *TO BE CONTINUED* |
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| 99 hit(s) | (0 comments) | fReEsPiRiTs |
| one and a half years later. | November 30th, 2008 @ 5:11pm |
| by resla | |
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Listening to: modest mouse - night on the sun
Feeling: dazed
it's been so long since i've even logged into this site, i'm surprised it hasnt been deleted. that's not a bad thing that it hasn't been deleted; running through these old entries is like running through my history and past and re-living the times that i have recorded and probably forgotten all details of. this song is really sweet! to whomever may be reading this, i highly advise checking out modest mouse. all of their albums. this one is especially good so far, i haven't heard it before, it's called 'everywhere and his nasty parlour tricks'. to update on where i left off... i was dating rob then. when i last made an entry. actually, that was before we were dating. we were hanging out constantly, smoking more pot than most humans ever bother to. i was staying with my sister and her boyfriend, and rob kenna in a townhouse in wyandotte shortly after her and jeff broke up. my sister found out she was pregnant, and not even a month later, we both found out rob [kenna] had been stealing our money that we had been giving to him for the rent for the four-month duration of our stay. spending it on heroin. we booked. she and steve found a new upper flat, and i moved to a mutual friend's house, a total stranger basically, and rented a room from him from may until october of that year, when he was supposedly "losing" his house. rob [not kenna] and i were dating by then, and i had been riding out to wyandotte all summer on my bike to see him. so he offered that we get a place together, and i found a cheap two-bedroom upper flat in wyandotte. shortly after seeing it, we moved in. we stay there from early october, through christmas, past my birthday... stop. two weeks. he breaks up with me. i was totally lost. i didn't know where i'd be staying, how i could be totally self-reliant, nothing. i found my own apartment, and rode my bike 20 miles a day, roundtrip, to work. sometimes 60-hour weeks! i obtained a new driving permit, practiced, and received my license. worked my ass off, re-built my savings, and a few weeks ago, bought my first car. so here i am. and i'm fucking proud. look what a year can do. let's see where else it'll go. :) |
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| 27 hit(s) | (0 comments) | super twat? |
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