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January 5th, 2009 @ 3:51am |
| by korex |
Listening to: Len - Steal My Sunshine
Life is good. Now that I can play Semi-Charmed Life on the guitar, I'm basically getting all the pussy I could ever want.
Perfect time for a new paragraph. So while I was youtubing that song, (hey, I gotta perfect standing around angstily in a leather jacket somehow) I clicked on a related video: the music video to Len's smash hit "Steal My Sunshine." Now, I am particularly fond of the shitty things that I liked as a kid*, and I'm guessing that this song is pretty shitty. But here's the kicker: Since I liked it as a kid, I have no idea if it's actually shitty or not. It's like Steal My Sunshine is my cousin, and someone just asked me if she's hot. There is no answer!**
Also, that song came out ten fucking years ago. I'm pretty sure that this is the first thing that I can remember that isn't a cartoon that's officially ten years old. By the way, why do I have so few memories before the age of about five? Was I an alcoholic?***
*"Linkin Park anyone?" jokes Andre 1. "I'll fucking kick your ass Andre 1," says Andre 2. "Linkin Park's first 3 albums were fucking sweet and we both listened to them in middle school!" "Bring it!" says Andre 1. And then they bring it, and Andre 1 wins, because there's only one Andre. Seriously, who the fuck did you think was Andre 2?
The answer better not be the person I have dubbed "Andre 2," which is the other Andre in my class at Pomona. We are in a fierce rivalry that I am neither backing down from nor sure if he's aware of. Now stop reading this wordy and self-referential footnote and get back to my bitching about 90s songs nobody cares about.
**Kickin' piano line = one hot cousin I mean not shitty.
***Yes. |
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Pee on the hydrant
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[708]Identity
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February 15th, 2008 @ 12:00am |
| by bottledemotion |
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This sounds completely ridiculous, but the only time I was ever fully comfortable with myself was when I had the opportunity to change my appearance. It used to be that each time I felt depressed, I'd chop all of my hair off, dye it some off the wall shade, and dump my current boyfriend. I can't explain it, but changing the path I was on in life always felt so enlightening. I got closest to myself when I distanced myself from others.
Unfortunately, at some point in the past three years, I let some unfamiliar force take control of my life. This unfamiliar force is what I believe to be a metamorphasis. I am reaching a new chapter in my life, and I am forced to let go of the old. I cannot stay the same forever ... that very thought is unsettling.
I wonder if the transition from adolescence to adulthood will feel like the time I felt my childhood slip through my fingertips. I remember the day my youthful energy diminished and my soul was no longer as carefree as a child's. I am losing my identity. Adulthood carries with it so many demands, yet so few rewards. |
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What of my soul?
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October 27th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by bullboy |
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i will talk about volleyball first.
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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thursday
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August 13th, 2008 @ 3:51pm |
| by ninjalovex |
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college is fuckin amazing, that's all i have to say. |
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LOVE
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Holy fucking shit.
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November 24th, 2008 @ 11:56pm |
| by ruby |
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It's been almost a month since I posted up in this biatch, ha.
God, I'm having such a hard time typing on this new keyboard my boyfriend bought and loves. I keep having to type my words over and over because I keep missing letters.
Anyways, recap?
I still have the fucking molar infection lol . It has become like a joke to me now, and at work. I have an appointment in December, I just don't know if I'll have enough money to pay for whatever will be done because not even the dentist knows what's going on. Oh, and because I will be spending my money on Christmas presents.
So, I'm gonna see if I get a doctor's appointment to get xrays done because I've been listening to so many stories like mine where it was thought it was a molar infection and it became cancer or something.
More bad news.
My brother may need another surgery on his right ankle, he broke his ankle like 6 or 7 years ago and there's a bone with major decay.
Some good news.
My other brother got married. :) It's his second marriage and hopefully the last lol. it was a great wedding. I just wish Vince could have been there to have met my family.
Vince is my boyfriend of almost 3 years and he hasn't formally met my family yet. i will get into this later....
It's late.
night. |
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