| I've been frozen in a bucket of ice for MONTHS. |
[16 May 2006|12:56pm] |
School is the only thing livejournal's good for anymore. Because Myspace is bad for us (says school).
So now.
I have friends that drive me nuts. I hate them, really. They're the best ones I've ever had.
I have a job. Working is a little out of character for me, but having money fits just right.
My car's coming once we find one.
And I'm going through a messy divorce.
SUMMER'S ALMOST HERE. I can smell it. It's s-s-s-soooo close. And I have such the good feeling about it.
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| Can you tell a green field from a cold, steel rail. |
[30 Jan 2006|07:45pm] |
I missed my sister today. As soon as I caught that old, stale, hollow feeling make its way back to me, I realized what I did. I was so weak last year. When I decided it had been long enough, that I could afford to lock up my ghosts and pretend they weren't there. But I was just tired of feeling pain, not finished with it.
It wasn't over then.
I taught myself today that I'm stuck with this sore. I can't imagine what it'll be like to miss someone for the rest of my life. Someone I never even knew. But I needed her. I see it now, she could've made everything different. I miss my sister.
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[22 Dec 2005|12:08pm] |
Haili and Brooke got me a label maker. I've never liked anything more than my label maker. I'm labeling everything in Haili's room and then I get to organize and label Daddy's storage house. I even have 6 differen't color labels to choose from. CHRISTMAS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN I REMEMBER.
OG's birthday is tommorrow and we live in topsy turvy land. He was stuck in Tennessee for his birthday last year while I sat here being all dumb and far away. Now that he's back in the Bayou State, WHERE AM I? Tennessee.
LUCK.
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[15 Dec 2005|07:45pm] |
I have a really impressive pair of friends.
HR and Crooke. Is that cool?
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| Call me George Foreman. |
[13 Dec 2005|09:30pm] |
I quit the powder because it made my head hurt.
Eric's got me now. Hate him. He's perfect.
I'm getting those old, stupid bangs that used to have. Just for kicks.
The sound on my cell phone used to cut out and I couldn't here anyone I was talking to, but now it just taps me into conversations from who knows who.
MY MOTHER IS THE WORST.
And I still have that headache.
Alot of stuff goes on, but do I really want a single one of you to know any of it?
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| Fun Things To Do Instead Of Drugs |
[10 Nov 2005|09:19pm] |
Scenario:
Your enemy dies/gets killed. Not a serious enemy who's out to kill you, but one of those girls who's just such a bitch and instigates occasional hallway screaming-matches with you. Maybe she fucked your boyfriend or she was once your best friend then decided to shove a broom stick up your ass. Doesn't matter, she's just a bitch. You hate her and she's dead
Are you sad? Do you feel bad for hating the bitch? Are you actually relieved she's out of your fucking hallway?
Idk.
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| You are my best |
[07 Nov 2005|12:47pm] |
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I lost so much time inside that little world of ours. On the guest matress with that series of unfortunate events. Hours went unaccounted for but I felt every second of them.
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| Goodbye, Sunshine. |
[27 Oct 2005|09:31pm] |
So whats actually going on..
There's a boy named Neil. I don't like him so much that I want to kiss him or hold his hand or anything like that, but what a body he has. Nice car, too.
There's a boy and I won't say his name. He sends me THOUSANDS of text messages. Older, Baton Rouge, ten hundred tattoos. But he's a busy guy. OUT.
Then there's the one that I just can't have. What a boy that one is. He probably doesn't fancy me.
Oh right. I'm British now.
School's going well for me. Free Enterprise has been good. I haven't been awake long enough to catch the boredom.
ErickPillar has my green jacket and that's a killer.
Jennuh's got my undivided attention. Not so bad.
I have two costumes for my two Halloween events this weekend. They're bloody cute so come see me.
Told you I was British.
"I have the personality of an addict. I am an addict."
Sir Elton John
Now thats a man.
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| Oh Guardian, this was no part-time job. |
[21 Oct 2005|11:18pm] |
Be myself.
Wish I knew what that was.
Another false alarm.
I think I made some one genuinly happy today. I saw Brandon shoot that real smile for the first time in plenty of time. Its a highlight for sure.
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| Two time. |
[07 Oct 2005|04:20pm] |
Kyle Throckmorton kissed me today.
And I didn't have to pay.
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