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field hockey SUCKS.
tryouts SUCK.
RAWR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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[16 Mar 2005|07:43pm] |
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so i have the flu. i've never gotten it before. i'm really not use to being sick at all, i'm never sick.
it really sucks.
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[14 Mar 2005|05:47pm] |
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so lately i've felt really crappy. i have a cough, soar throat, stuffy/runny nose. i went to the doctors today &; found out i was negative for diabetes (yay!) but i'm still in high risk in the future if i dont stay healthy and blahblah. with my disease i have now i have to like not eat sugary things it's stupid i dont know. i'll have to go in again soon and learn about it haha i dont know? but anyways so my doctor decided to test me for some other things. i got about 6 tubes of blood taken, so i'm assuming i got 6 different tests.
i had track today! haha i was so tired. oh my, it sucked. i forgot the first couple practices they work you pretty hard haha. i complained so much, i'm great at complaining.
oh yeah! &; yesterday i saw robots. it was cool...yeah....haha.
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[11 Mar 2005|08:38pm] |
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wow, who else is happy today is friday?
&; why does the face for "weird" come out so odd-looking? it's not like being weird is that bad come on now. i get called weird everyday, haha i'm so awesome.
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[10 Mar 2005|07:50pm] |
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oh my, does anyone read this anymore? i haven't updated in ages. i miss my eljay. i'm going to try &; update more often. okay so, what's been up with me. i highly doubt anyone will read this and i could really care less haha.
i got my blood tested a couple weeks ago and i was "diagnosed" with some stupid disease. it's not a big deal, i'm not going to die from it or anything but it can lead to heart disease or diabetes. it also has more present effects but i'll survive. yesterday i went to go get my blood tested again this time for diabetes. i really hope i don't have it.
school is getting tedious &; annoying. i'm starting to dislike my classes more and more. not so much the classes but the people are just so irritating. there's only a select few classes i can stand anymore. even if i go to bed early, my body is still like...not awake. but i'm sure that will pass, atleast tomorrow is friday. i'm excited!
yeah basically i have the most boring life ever so there isn't much else. i can't wait to fill this baby back up with mindless information. what a fun time. &; i promise i'll update more!
<3
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[09 Feb 2005|04:55pm] |
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i'll be leaving my house around 4 am to the airport. from there, i will fly down to tampa. from tampa, i will board THE INSPIRATION! yes fuckers, that is the name of my carnival cruise boat i will be staying on. jealous much?
i'll miss you guys, i love you! don't worry, i'll only be gone for 4 days. but still, i know it's going to be difficult without me =] i'll take lotsa pics! <3
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[06 Feb 2005|06:45pm] |
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saturday i went out with my mommy around noon. we picked up some things for the cruise. i got a pair of black and white shorts, thick white framed sunglasses, and a cute tropical looking backpack to carry my stuff around in.
today yes, yes it is the superbowl. let's all gather round the tv and suddenly become football fans so we can pretend we know what we are talking about the next day in school as if we have been following it all along. but hey -- atleast there are funny commercials RIGHT!?!?LOLZ right.
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[05 Feb 2005|12:09am] |
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so tonight the plan was to go to the teen center with britt & sierra, well the show was moved to some place down near waterstreet. so no thx that's like 3746 miles away.
we went to this coffee shop & saw moira there with her friend jessi. i got chocolate/raspbery chye. it was quite tasty, luckily i was able to use my accidentally ripped in half 10 dollar bill. [which i asked them for tape and 'secretly' taped it up =D] so i decided i am a regular there now with britt & sierra. we wrote poetry, it was splendid. one was titles chye which i left in a book upon the table. and another one was one i wrote for the man playing guitar and singing in the corner. moira & jessi added in a 1 dollar bill and sierra dropped it in his little bucket thing? haha.
then we went to the dollar tree, what a nifty place that is! the roamed around like sketches around the village. and played in snow&stuff. =] it was fun. and let me tell you, we are all healthy. you wish you could be a healthy girl.
i may try & add pics to this later, my computer is retarded so we'll see.
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[02 Feb 2005|09:59pm] |
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so my new gym class sucks, i don't know anyone. literally. i really miss my old one, and coach dawes. if i don't get a 100 this quarter i will be upset!
photography, haha. well lets just say no one talks. seriously, i was relieved when i saw that mike was in it so i sat next to him and we were literally the only people talking[when we could at the end of class. what an inspirational movie we watched today!]. haha, i find that funny. i'm sure they will open up =]
considering i had to stay after for detention{yes, i am just that cool. no, i just got it because i was like 30 minutes late for 1st period numerous times}i needed a ride home. i refuse to take the late bus and get home at like 4:30-5. my brother was being selfish, and lied to me. but oh well.
i ended up walking home. honestly it was nice, it was just cold enough but the sun seemed to shine upon my face and reflect upon the snow, so it looked nice.
when i'm walking alone places[or just sitting/standing/laying alone somewhere?], i obviously think a lot i think everyone does. but i pretended i was in a movie, hell yes. since i was listening to music at the time i would try to combine the music with my thoughts and how that would work into a scene of a movie.
you all know you do it too. =]
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[02 Feb 2005|01:02am] |
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it's 1:02 am and i have to pee.
+ i wish i knew a general. oh wait, i do.
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[31 Jan 2005|07:27pm] |
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the last few days i haven't been doing much, friday night i went to downstage. no offense to any of the 'crew' or people who think it's hillarious, but me being a person that laughs at just about everything only laughed a few times. it really wasn't that funny at all. i could laugh harder making funny faces at myself in the mirror.
+ for all you retarded people(that i love? =P), my last entry i was joking. god. do you really think i would say that?
anyways, let me tell you a story about this dave character we met what, thursday? [we being lindsey, krissy and i]
well, so thursday we were talking to tim & alec like usual, and this new character starts talking to tim. [tim you have too many friends, stop it. you're suppose to be friendless] it turns out his name is dave. so we talk a little. it turns out he just leaves his studyhall and hangs out in the hall with people from lunch blahblah. the next day, friday with tim not even around he starts talking to us again! and lindsey and krissy of course leave me to have to talk to him. so he puts on the act of being "oh-so-cool" and i act even more retarded than usual just so he'll LEAVE. but he doesn't. and i really needed to study, so when i finally got lindsey who wouldn't fucking gimme the paper to give it to me for a second. he took it out of my hand. okay no, you arent flirting, and you arent being funny. and another thing, he touches my legs and calls me fat. today it was the most annoying. so he was talking to us right, and then i'm sorry but i didn't want to. so i just walked away. lindsey and krissy followed me. and double you tea eff! SO DID HE! can't he go away? and we went over to sit down against the brick and SO DID HE! ??!?!?? i don't understand, we aren't even friends with you man. and then he goes and touches my legs and keeps calling me fat and i'm like wow you're not funny i'm sensitive about that. and he kept doing it. and over the past days he's all like "i got a ticket" "i drove to school" "my mom kicked me out" "im driving ___ home" blahblah. wow, am i suppose to think you're cool now? i told him how my computer is my life and i really dont do stuff a lot and he's like "wow that's really sad, you really need to get a life hahahaha." and i'm like i have no friends. and he's like "well maybe you should actually go out sometime, wow that must suck hahahah" jees, i can't even scare this kid away. but then since he kept making fun of my fat i got really angry and it was the end of the period and when he apoligized i wouldn't forgive him.
WHO'S LAUGHING NOW! tim fucking keep your friends to yourself, i don't like any of them. hahaha. that was fun, if anyone actually reads that and you're in my lunch period...you probably know who i'm talking about.
hehe.
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[28 Jan 2005|01:49pm] |
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wednesday was our day off. lindsey came over and we watched napolean dynamite [which i fell asleep too. i had an appointment at 9:10 am] and friday night lights. we were GOING to go sledding, but it was really scary outside =[
thursday back to school. i have no life, nothing happened. i got a 75 on my math a exam. HORRAY!
Friday i'm in the library next to tim sweeney. he is so gross. he smells. i can't stand looking over at his disgusting hair. he doesn't realize when people say it's "beautiful" they are only being sarcastic. and what the hell? glasses? four-eyes! glasses are so out of style, unless they are large thick black ones. but tim isn't "emo" enough for them. okay, and also. i cannot stand looking at his pants. they are so..NERDY. i mean seriously...fashion police!
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[23 Jan 2005|07:16pm] |
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did you believe in apocalyptism
after you cried yourself to sleep
before you dissected my appearance
and sketched me out in black and white
did it leave distortion in your memory
knowing my eyes weren't made of glass
and my heart no longer bled
with a monotone wind piercing your existance
if it were all placed into a shattered mirror
all that would be left is a stranger staring back at you
eyes wide open, yet not awake
and with nothing left to say
because there never was
and never will be, anything to say
when you feel this way, every single day
the hardest part to comprehend, is why it will never go away
so go back to sleep
and dream of your death in the shadow of your eyes</p>
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[22 Jan 2005|03:09pm] |
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so this is my last weekend of grounding. let's all throw a party for abbie.
and the weather sucks. it's pretty awesome, though.
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[18 Jan 2005|04:25pm] |
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i hope monday sometime throughout the day you took the time to pause and reflect upon why you had the day off.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity. But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free.
One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land.
So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition. In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir.
This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation.
So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights.
The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges. But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. we must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" we can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal." I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring." And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania! Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado! Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California! But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia! Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee! Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
what an amazing person.
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[16 Jan 2005|02:57pm] |
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we just won our championship game 21 to 0.
What the fuck?
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[12 Jan 2005|07:24pm] |
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1. What is one word to describe this picture?
2. Male or Female?
3. Who is this?
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[10 Jan 2005|07:32pm] |
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i wish my dad could be the man he pretends to be around everyone else.
well, not all wishes come true.
and i'm getting sick and tired of all the yelling day after day.
but i know all familys are like that. it's just, i don't know. things have changed a lot i guess.
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[09 Jan 2005|07:50pm] |
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Let me tell you something a little funny, something a little sad.
my parents found out i went to battle of the bands friday.
i lost their trust and i'm grounded for 2 weeks.
is it odd that i don't really care? fuck that, haha. i'm not perfect.
the only part that makes me mad is my dad is putting on his little "dissapointed" act. get over it, i lied to you. you found out. i am a teenager. it happens.
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[08 Jan 2005|02:10pm] |
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last night i went to battle of the bands with lindsey, krissy, and brentan. i forced lindsey and krissy to mosh with me, considering they never had before. okay, well a couple weeks ago at x-dreams i attempted to get lindsey to mosh with me. but, let's just say that didn't quite work? i think it was one of the funniest things i have ever seen in my life though. i love moshing. hmm, we met the drummer from demon hunter, actually talked to him. he was nice. and supposively we found out on our way home we met some producers as well. cool, i guess? hahaha, i could really care less but i guess that is pretty neat-o. I bought the five star riot and almost tomorrow CD's.
I was so afraid when I lost my cell phone, I would have been screwed. considering i can't go to shows, so i lie and say i am going somewhere else. if my dad found out he'd flip. that would suck. but i got it back. =] phhewww.
Happy Sweet 16 Lee Ellen =] & Elvis. however old he would be. wow, time really goes by fast.
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