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Friends of Shes2cute2care
| i'm fujken wastwed | August 13th, 2008 @ 3:50pm |
| by zellakanz | |
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Listening to: matrix part 2
Feeling: weary
potatp and satwamn and a bucket aof pelicans (-gode=bob=d0og)- 301102o|100 |
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| 184 hit(s) | (3 comments) | speak |
| 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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| 524 hit(s) | (3 comments) | drop me a line- |
| fuck my life | August 2nd, 2008 @ 12:00am |
| by tinckerbell17 | |
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Listening to: avenged sevenfold-afterlife
Feeling: burned-out
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| 103 hit(s) | (0 comments) | .*rape my mind*. |
| 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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| 246 hit(s) | (5 comments) | hate me |
| 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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| 408 hit(s) | (3 comments) | lovers and liars |
| let go of your heart, let go of your head | October 6th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by justletmefall | |
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nostalgia sucks today. i'm dreading tonight, people i'd rather avoid, confrontation. again. i like people to smell the same, i like the familiarity. standing in the bus exchange yesteday i could suddenly smell him, the spicy, sexual smell that brought back memories of him and the times we were together. he was nowehere near me, but i could feel him through those memories. i long for summer. five weeks of school to go. |
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| 287 hit(s) | (3 comments) | adore |
| #88: Bleeding on the Ballroom floor. | August 13th, 2008 @ 3:51pm |
| by wildflower | |
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Feeling: ambivalent
I watched the flickering lights and wondered how many other people with silent aches had looked at those same lights, but through the bottom of the bottle. I was enamored and almost seduced by the way the waves crashed and receded and always came back for more. I wanted to just run and put my toes in, feel the cold. Perhaps then I’d be sure that I was alive. Standing so close, knowing that it kills me to breathe you in. |
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| 655 hit(s) | (0 comments) | leave comment |
| LOL. Seriously. | January 6th, 2009 @ 3:39am |
| by falltopieces | |
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Listening to: Some shit my flatmate is playing.
What a load of bollocks. I just did a quick once over for my entries, and realise, some things I said aren't relevant. SD dropped in popularity, hence Google dropped it from it's cilent list. Fairly understandable. What a sad place this has become today. I remember an SD that was vibrant, active. A SD that had an active user list the size of my... well, an active user list that was long. I used to write in this years ago. Tis a shame it's gone down the toliet. *sadface* |
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| 12 hit(s) | (1 comments) | Blue Sky Mine |
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