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Monday, December 8th, 2003
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| Time: | 12:56 pm. |
| Mood: | blahhh. |
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hm. i had a dream with someone i havent hung out in while. something about snow, bullets, a hospital, and being in trance over someone. it wasn't out of nowhere though. have you noticed how the "holidays" make you think of people from long long ago?
i feel like going to the beach, but for once its cold?..i havent even been outside. a whole month and nothing to do..shit, and i have a job..lol. too funny.
this weekend was the shitters. friday night went to sleep at 6:30 am and had to sleep over Andrea's huge house with tennis courts and all. some family gossip is that my cousin wants to get married to some mexican, but he has blue eyes, so you know that makes it all better, only in Cali. haha. my other cousin is a drug dealer, nicee, that little boy.
work party was interesting, free drinks on sunday night has to be fun. and then other getty. everyone is too cute. really. i really wish i could go around telling everyone why there so great. haha. how drunk do i still sound?
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Comments: 4 songss - boy sex music.
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Friday, December 5th, 2003
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i'm looking online for diamonds and i can't seem to find 4 carat ones. maybe they don't exist, or i don't know shit about them, which seems more likely.
i have one more final and the semester is over. i want to start the other one already. i keep thinking that somehow i'll have amazing teachers that will make me learn without working that much and enjoy it. ha.
its friday too, and i don't want to spend money, or actually i want to spend lots of it, but not have to work as hard, or even work for it. more hoping here.
family reunion on saturday and i can't wait, to meet cousins and aunts and uncles from all over the place. extended family goes to around two hundred people. should be fun and some wine drinking can't hurt.
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Comments: 2 songss - boy sex music.
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Saturday, October 4th, 2003
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| Time: | 2:33 pm. |
| Music: | kissed peach. |
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I don't have anything to say yet again. Its sort of strange when you don't need to write anything down anymore, and you just know what you want and how to go about getting it. I miss writing though, analyzing stupid details and filling pages in a notebook and periodically looking back and laughing at the amusing details of it all.
I started smoking again. Cigarettes, my kind. I shall not change it either. No upgrades this time. Its gray and green outside. The weather just never changes. That grim Maren Ord or Emiliana Torrini I'm laying on my bed in summer and I want to get the fuck out of here mood. It just never changes.
Its probably apathy, or not. Something around there. What incentives or things to want so badly? none. I'm glad. I'm glad I haven't, though some part of me kills to. Early afternoon and many things can happen.
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Comments: boy sex music.
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Sunday, September 21st, 2003
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| Time: | 12:15 pm. |
| Music: | vip lawn chairs. |
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"should we go in there?"
"no the bouncer is ugly".
Any place that overlooks the water and buildings is hot.
I was so drunk last night and didn't notice. then when I felt like a floating helium balloon wanting water, I knew something was up.
um. yea..I'm sure there's crap I want to say..but disorientation is taking over and I'm just staring at the screen.
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Comments: boy sex music.
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oOo what I got, one thing leads to another
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Comments: boy sex music.
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Sunday, September 14th, 2003
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| Time: | 11:20 pm. |
| Music: | buy me some... |
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I had lots of fun this weekend. Friday was dinner at On the Border and then that rainy frat party with Michelle and Tom. Drives around the corner and coming back blasting Led Zeppelin and Aretha Franklin, what a statement.
Saturday went over to Alex's house, where her and Hector taught me faced paced drumming lessons, I apparently have innate talent. Then we had parking lot adventures with the "bicyclers", lol, while having nasttty vodka. Danced a lot and met some interesting people. And those same two gay guys were there.
Woke up at 3 in the afternoon today and went to the radio station so Ems could show me around. Emily Easterly was great, and we all had good discussions about our evaporating scene.
Now I'm doing lovely Chem homework and I'm almost done. So much time do everything..hmmm, I must find a job or a fast paced lifestyle. ha.
p.s. thank you everyone who was a part of my weekend.
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Comments: boy sex music.
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Sunday, September 7th, 2003
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Sunday, August 24th, 2003
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um. every time I drink water, I feel drunk again. or maybe I still am. blah.
I love pavements, especially black ones. and my yellow heels that I hold in my hand and ask strangers who park their cars if they think they are hot.
I'm eating words again. I amazed I can combine sentences.
I think I want to go lay down in my couchhh. or quizzy time. lmao.
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Comments: 4 songss - boy sex music.
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Wednesday, August 13th, 2003
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| Time: | 11:11 am. |
| Music: | wish time. |
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Today is my birthday, yay. I'm 19 now. I intend on do all my activities and partying later. And so far I got my usual song that my brother composes every year and some birthday wishes.
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Comments: 33 songss - boy sex music.
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| Time: | 6:17 pm. |
| Mood: | vacation. | | Music: | none?..i should find some now.. |
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Je suis une fille très ennuyée. Dois-je sortir et dois rencontrer des gens? Je ne peux pas croire que je demande ceci. Je souhaite que j'avais beaucoup d'argent pour aller commercial maintenant. J'ai dépensé le jour nettoyant et suis un bon mommy pour mon frère et ma soeur. Le dernier jour de classe, que faire-t-il pour deux semaines, pour mon anniversaire? S'il vous plaît quelque miracle de grand m'arrive! S'il vous plaît!
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Comments: 10 songss - boy sex music.
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Saturday, July 19th, 2003
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| Subject: | Sun |
| Time: | 6:07 pm. |
| Mood: | our convos rock melz.lol. | | Music: | the radio. |
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Went with my mom up north. Stayed at a nice hotel. I love hotels and room service at one in the morning. Waterfall pools are awesome too and so are huge bathrooms. There was a Muslim wedding (I think) and my mom was like ohh yea, you should marry a guy like that so you can be a princess. lol. right.
I feel like I was gone forever. Nice vacation. I need another one for my birthday..which is amazing here yet again. ew. For once I do not want to get older.
I want more clothes.
TreeGrowsHeart:that's what i picture when we talk...a bleached fetus
PinkVodkaNights: bleached?
PinkVodkaNights: haha. any reason why it doesnt have color?
TreeGrowsHeart: although i guess fetii dont even have hair
TreeGrowsHeart: fetii...is that the plural of fetus?
PinkVodkaNights: i have no clue
PinkVodkaNights: is fetus latin?
TreeGrowsHeart: i dunno
TreeGrowsHeart: haha
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Comments: 3 songss - boy sex music.
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I point out that hours in my days are like lifetimes.
Let's see, I got out of the house, drove on the highway and back streets all over the city eating popsicles with the wind in our hair. Wow, we have such nice places. I mean people live places and never seen beyond the obvious. I've outdone the city in two days, city whore.
Then watched airplanes go off on Perimeter Road, wrote names in the sand and waved to passing cars. doing what we like to do, our way
Dinner at in a Cantina. yayyy. Melz wearing freaking Communist colors and the people looking at us all weird. Then we went on our way home..and wouldn't you know its race night right?..sooo its Fast and the Furious come to life. lol. So we get off in the parking lot, made our presence, engines revving. I love hot cars, and black rims, black rims to be exact.
And now I'm fuckin exhausted and I'm fuckin sick of being productive. I'm gonna sit on the couch and watch Days of our Lives and Passions and eat and then tan and go to class and then get drunk. Yes. Fuck productivity.
yea i know...we're effervescent
like soda. lol
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ohhh man. Thanks Angelo for reminding me.One of my dreams that I had like two fuckin years ago came true.
That is sooo fuckin weirddd. holy shit. It was that Phillip was on his skateboard holding on to this car and I was like oh my god ur flying. It was by the Biltmore and there were fireworks. And I didn't know if I was in the car or out of it. Cause I was so disconnected. hmm. could it be the drug? yea. holy shit. Makes me wonder..are dreams your future? ohh man. weirddd.
I dreamt with fishes last night..but I think I was someone else? idk..maybe I was on drugs again. haha. rolls probably. I fuckin hate weed from now on.
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Comments: 6 songss - boy sex music.
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Rolling was great. And I feel good. Extascy is the best.
The fireworks at the Biltmore exploded like a morning sunrise.
The clouds looked orange tonight. And smoking on the couch listening to A Perfect Circle with the fan blowin on me never felt so good.
Many People. Serotonin pills to keep you from coming down hard are even better. And I think I'm up for the whole night.
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Comments: 2 songss - boy sex music.
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| Time: | 12:55 pm. |
| Mood: | sour apple. | | Music: | eating blowpops. |
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I had more dreams. Fire alarms, stairs, rooms. eh. I don't care to fix anything consciously or subconscious.
I'm better.Thoughts that spiral in my head with no direction. A day's worth of thought is enough to kill a person. I'm amazed we're all alive. ha.
I hate this. Why really? Because it leaves me nothing to think about. Nothing to bitch about. Fuck you.
I skipped class today...way to start of the year. My dad is paying for me for to go to school..soo I'll take advantage of that. I mean, cause he gets to pick when he's a father, so I'll pick when I'm a student. Karma bitches. Karma.
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I like throwing rocks. I like cutting my hair into layers and I can't cut hair.
I like sleeping so I can avoid everything. I like how I'm pale, have a fever, my throat hurts and my head feels huge. I like mixing different illegal pill combinations and feeling fucked up, but I can't swallow pills so I make them into powder.
I could climb the roof and cut up pixies and comtemplate life. Or I could make up my own show called the 8spot-the best of sarcastic cranky sicky people come together. lol.
My hair feels soft, I wish I had someone to brush it for me.
I like feeling connected to some people, it makes me want to throw up. Don't ask how that goes. It does. Fuck off.
Mondays need a workout. Mondays are fat.
I like Tuesdays better.
My ramblings amuse me. I think I should sleep more.
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Comments: 7 songss - boy sex music.
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| Time: | 2:02 pm. |
| Music: | halycon on and on. |
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me and mels sat in front of the tv last night watching fastlane, the hottest show of life. visually stimulating with high contrast and saturation. life on the edge, we must be bond girls. then the news. haha. oh man. i never knew the news was so funny. we spent the whole time laughing.
oh my god, he has rosy cheeks!
he looks like he rapes little girls.
no, look at his cute face.
hence, melz, why he looks like he rapes little girls.
yea. i'm in the weirdest of moods. i want to lay in bed all day. lounge around. the couch, the grass, the floor. whatever. some juice. music really loud. bolero music hanging.
but its not that. my skin has a bit of a fire on it. this song. shit. old music. fuckkkk me.
in less than a half. mark my words. everything and everything.
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what i draw when i'm bored in school
yes, i color like a five year old too. lol
i finally got my brother to put my picture on the computer screen.haha
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Comments: 9 songss - boy sex music.
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What's the use in making sense?
The more complicated, the more minimal you sometimes need.
You can only understand if I let you. Most thoughts are fragmented anyway. I love fragments.
Delirium rises and time moves slower. Dizzy, dizzy and you just can't faint.
Wake up from your slumber; so I can smack you with spontaneity.
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Comments: boy sex music.
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| Time: | 4:45 pm. |
| Mood: | wtf. | | Music: | yes, yes, its like that.. |
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The last nights I've spent in empty parking lots with music blasting from cars and dancing and smoking. Pretty pictures where taken.
I don't know how I'm up. I wanted to lay in bed all day and spray Axe Body Spray.
I get my fix of you in cigarettes. I hope I die from them. How morbid.
I'm out like a cigarette stub.
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Buildings, highways and fun drunken nights. I'd elaborate, But nah. Means more. Doesn't it always? haha.
Running through the streets of Downtown dancing at 4am with people watching and Melz screaming and laughing "Liz, stop it!, your gonna get run over!". So fun and free.
MMMMMM. Ohhh yea. I'm intoxicating. hahahaha.
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