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[Oct. 20th, 2005|08:24 am] |
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Kay, so.........yea.
I gotta new hamster - I named her Yin-Yang. Bianca rang me up some Choxie Chocolates yesterday.....mmmmmmm......they were sooo incredibly fucking yummy!!!!
I wore my new glasses and new hat today - HOPING someone would notice...no one really did.
I hate gangsters -- they're stupid and FAKE. especially the Livermore ones. I hate Freshman too. nibfebvbe. And I HATE HATE HATE HATE freshman Livermore gangsters......ew. |
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[Oct. 4th, 2005|08:47 am] |
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| | Kissing Families - SILVERSUN PICKUPS | ] |
HAVE you seen BLACK squirrels?!?!? HAVE YOU?? Those mother fuckers fucking attacked me at a park the other day. They're not like your average brown squirrel - no. Those are NICE. These bitches are MEAN as FUCK!! They don't live in trees and eat nuts like NORMAL squirrels. no. They fucking live in little burrows in the ground. I walked over one of those mo-fo's the other day and a whole swarm of them leaped on my like a bunch of Jews leaping on a penny.
FUCKING scary shit. I think one of em even bit me, but I just started running and hope they'd fly off.
This morning was interesting too. I just finished yelling at my little brother for eating the last of the cake, when I turned around and face-planted right into a sliding glass door. damn...my nose still hurts.
I need some serious R.&R. |
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[Aug. 10th, 2005|09:19 pm] |
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| | Nothng Better - THE POSTAL SERVICE | ] |
I LIKE FLOWERS
OMG it's been so long since i've written in this bitch. Hold on, lemme dust it off. ... Okay there.
What's up everyone? I have nothing to write about.
THE END |
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| My new little friend... |
[Feb. 6th, 2005|08:57 pm] |
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| | Mrs. Robinson - SIMON AND GARFUNKAL | ] |
Today was a good day. Sunday, Feburary 6th, 2005. Superbowl day. I HATE football. I hate playing it, and the only thing worse than playing it is WATCHING someone play it, AND screaming while doing it. Anyways, my family and I all went to an NFL superbowl party in pleasneton - the boringist thing I've ever lived through.
Being as I had nothing to do, I went in the backyard and hung out by myself for a while. I was all alone, until a 100 pound dog started barking at me from a caged pinn. The dog had already ripped a small hole through the metal wires of the cage, and once he saw me, he began making the hole bigger. At first i jumped, then thought to myself "Oh he can't possibly make it through that little hole".......then he did.
He raced at me and tackled me to the ground. I screamed, but everyone was inside, yelling at the top of their lungs at the game on TV. Then, the giant dog licked me. And licked me again. Soon I realised that the dog liked me!......a lot. As soon as his erection grew he tried humping me like a fricking horse!
I got up and ran through the side gate and out into the street. Once there I decided to go on a short walk through the neighborhood. As I did so, I passed through a small park that was filled with at least fifteen misgets playing soccer. They all looked at me like I was a freak - it was then that I felt guilty of my height.
I came back to the hotel, and decided to lounge around by the pool. Once again all by myself, I found the most peculiar thing. A lemon in the pool. What was so odd about it was that it was an indoor pool, and there were no lemon trees outside.
But regardless of the facts - it was so beautiful. It was a bright yellowish thing, surrounded by gallons and gallons of blue pool water. I wanted so badly to take a picture of it, but I had no camera. it was the most gorgeous lemon I've ever seen.
I took it back to my room, where I am now. It's my new best friend. When it rotts and dies I will be very sad. Anyways, I'd better head off to bed, i have school tomarrow. And Mr. Page, if you're reading this, your homework makes it really hard to like you. :)
-Peace |
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| I miss my things... |
[Feb. 1st, 2005|07:36 pm] |
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| | Jesus of Suburbia - GREENDAY | ] |
Almost everything that I've ever owned was destroyed in the flood - I miss my things. My paintings most of all. But the best thing that survived the disaster, was my plush mickey. That's me in the photo, cuddling him. I'm glad my mickey survived. :)
I met this really cool girl at school named Elyse or something like that. I'm stupid and can't spell. She made the best cookies ever. She called me 'cool' - I think she's the first person in history to say that, heh. But I felt special anyway.
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| The Baby.... |
[Jan. 30th, 2005|03:57 pm] |
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| | Breaking the Habit - LINKIN PARK | ] |
It's been quite a few days now, and I'm beginning to love the hotel that I'm living in. It's a grand three-story castle, with an indoor pool, hot-tub, gymnasium, resturaunt and ballroom all in one. I'm on the second floor - the elevators are pretty scary; they're cold - freezing cold - and they and you never know when one might unexpectedly let loose and start to fall a couple inches.
I know the entire staff by name already, and the manager and I are homies together. I have a crush on the receptionist, Ellie. She always tells me I have pretty hair, and she even bought me some food one time...it wasn't till last night that i fouind out she was just engaged.
I visited my house - everything demolished. The walls. The floors - all hacked up with drills and sledge hammers. Everything that was in my room was thrown and piled in the garage. When i visited the place, three bedroom's worth of junk was stacked nearly to the cealing.
I began to sift through the gigantic pile, looking for anything I'd wanna keep. Just then, I heard a voice coming from within the rubble: "Boo-bop beep-boop, boo-bop..." Curious as to where the strange voice was coming from, I began to dig through the mess. I dug and dug, until I found it - it was a peculiar baby doll that my mom had saved since she was a child.
The damn thing wouldn't shut up. "Beep-boob, boo-bop..." It was evil, EVIL I TELL YOU!! "Boo-bop, beep-boop..." On and on. My mom said, "Okay we're going back to the hotel now!" I said "HOLD ON!" Without hesitation, I grabbed a horseshoe and slammed it upon the talking baby's head - it had no effect. "Beep-bop, boop-beep..." What the hell kinda baby says that anyway?!??!? baby's say things like "googoo gaga" not "Boop-beep"!
I threw the baby across the room, I slammed it on the dresser - nothing. It continued to brainlessly drone, and there was no on/off switch, nor a battery compartment. I figured since it was electronic, water would destroy it for sure. So I filled the bathtub with hot, scalding, burning water, and submerged the baby into it. I tried drowning the damn thing, hoping it'd spark or just be shut up. But no. Even under water it still kept talking. "Boop-bop, beep-boop..."
I poured a mixture of several gasolines and ligher fluids into the barbeque outside. I soaked the baby in carousine, then carefully laid it out upon the grill. I launched the match into the barque, and watched it burn. Within seconds, the baby was ingulfed in flames, yet it continued to drone on: "Boop-bop, beep-boop..." IT WOULDN'T STOP!! It eventually rolled off the grill and onto the ground as the flames died out, leaving no effect on the doll.
I climbed out onto the roof of my house and threw it into the street several times - still nothing. "Beep-boop, bop-beep..." I tried splitting its head open with an axe, but the plastic was too strong. I eventually decided to give up, but I was in hope of one last try. Right before we departed from the house, I gentry placed the baby behind the tire of our truck, then tied a string around its neck, which attatched to the bumper. So when we pulled out, not only did the truck run over the doll, it dragged it along the road for a few miles.
As the baby was being dragged along the freeway, it still droned "Beep-bop, boop-beep-bop...". When we got back to the hotel, the string had broken and the baby was gone. Somewhere along the highway, if you ever see a doll that's saying "boop-bop-beep-boop..." just run!! Don't bother killing it!...it's unstoppable... |
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| Aqua Tradgedy Strikes My Abode... |
[Jan. 29th, 2005|11:02 pm] |
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| | Somebody Told Me - THE KILLERS | ] |
It was Friday night...I was watching TV downstairs, I had it tured up rather loud as well. My parents were out at a party, leaving my brother and I home alone. Just after using the upstairs bathrooom, my brother, steven, came downstair to join me in TV watching. Two hours later, I decided that a nice, warm shower sounded good. As I made my way upstairs, I found myself tromping in more and more water as i climbed further up.
The entire upstairs was flooded, the toilet my brother used was broken. 10,000 gallons of water had poured through the second story to the first, destroying our house. Everything in my room was damaged: All my paintings, all my tapes, my CD's, my radio, my art - everything...gone. My mom rushed home at once when i informed her of the matter. Tears destroyed the once-beautiful makeup she had so carefully placed on her face for the party she came from.
The insurance company kicked us out of the house and into a hotel just off the freeway. My family, consisting of six people and a dog, found even two joining rooms too small to live in. I couldn't sleep that night knowing my house and everything in it was gone. The next morning i found myself crying in the middle of the hotel resturaunt.
My mom got in a fight with the hotel folks, and we left, in search for our new home. No other hotels in livermore excepted dogs, which meant Toby had to sleep outside until we returned to our repaired home, which would be in months.
My parents decided to stay in a fancy hotel, and sent my brothers and I to live with my gradparents in Castri Valley. Sleeping there that night was a lot easier than sleep at the hotel before, but it still wasn't home. It was also bad because that night I realised that the only thing worse than being homesick, was not having a home to return to.
The next morning, I asked my grandpa if I could go on a short walk around the block. He said "fine" and in thrity seconds time he handed me a wooden bat. "There's a dog down the street who nearly took off my leg last week. If the sum-bitch tries to eat you, you just wack it with ol' jhonny there. and don't whack it to hurt the damn thing - Kill it!" I told him i was fine, and that i didn't have to go on a walk, but he told me not to be a sissy and to go anyway.
I left on my journy around the block, bripping the bat tightly, knowing the dog can jump out from anywhere. And just then, a sudden bellowing dozen of vicious bark rapidly approached me. It was the dog: an eighty pound doberman pincher! It rushed at me and I decided to run - fuck hitting and pissing it off even more! When I got back to the house, my gra ndpa saw that i was out of breath. "You find the dog?" he asked. I nodded. "It try to attack you?" I nodded again, too tired to speak. He grabbed another wooden bat from his closet. "Let's go kill it together!" I insisted not to, but he insisted we should.
To make a long story short, we never found the dog again. My mom came back and told us she found a better hotel that will take all of us. It is now night #3 and I am at my third and hopefully FINAL resting place for now...until we get our house fixed. Until then, I'm going to be residing here, at the Mariot in Dublin.
-peace |
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| Hello, 05.... |
[Jan. 2nd, 2005|11:07 am] |
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| | Always - BLINK 182 | ] |
LoL - as you can see, I am officially obsessed with my new camera...
It's finally 2005!!!!! My friends stayed at my house for new years - it was really awesome. Once the clock struck 12 we went around running in the street, screaming. The whole night went by so fast! We played 'Sardines' and 'Guess the Murderer'. Sardines was probably my favorite - you turn off all the lights in the house, so it's completely dark. The, one person hides and the whole group goes out searching for that one person in the house. Whoever finds him/her, has to hide with them. When there's one person left searching, he/she is it for the next round. I hated it whenever Jon was hiding, because I knew he'd jump out at me or something.
The sad thing we have discovered is that we are ALL Gaia freaks! (role-playing website.) It's kinda cool though, most of the new year's party was basically just us on the site, lol. Zach, our friend from Sacramento, also came down. I haven't seen him since....umm....i dunno. Hmm...what else happened.....Jon lit his hand on fire....Jen came dressed in the coolest green top and black-and-white striped stocking ever!! LoL and the pictures you see in this post are pics from my new forum thread: http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=5231704&highlight= BUMP ME!!
alright, I'm heading off with my family to see the Lemony Snicket movie for the thrid time...*sigh* |
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| Week after X-Mas... |
[Dec. 30th, 2004|07:18 pm] |
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| | Always - SALIVA | ] |
Christmas was cool, I guess. I got a lot of money more than anything else, well...giftcard money. I suppose I could sell them....blah.
Anyways, in other news, a tsunami outbreak raises death tolls into the thousands on the other side of the world...hehe, I'm just glad I aint there. Lately I've been feeling really guilty. Whenever I hear about someone dying I start to laugh. Tonight, at the dinner table, my stepdad brought up how many people perished in the black plague and I began to bust up laughing - and I highly believe in karma too. I think when I die, it's going to be the most slow, bloody, painful death ever........oh well.
Bri and I have been working on a thread which, (by this very minute) has 1516 replies!! Here's the link to it: http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=5231704&highlight=
Anyways, I'm stuck here at home so my friends should be comming over anytime now. I'll talk to ya latah. -Peace |
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| The Little Things Are Killing Me... |
[Dec. 23rd, 2004|01:27 pm] |
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| | Girl Anachronism - THE DRESDEN DOLLS | ] |
SOMEONE ADOPT ME...
It is Thursday afternoon, and I sit here inside my damp house, cold and tired. My hair is messed and tangled - flies inhabit my bathroom. My dirty laundry lay not just in my room, but everywhere in my house -(don't ask why.) I did merely half the things I promised myself I'd do yesterday: write in my journal and fill out a stupid job aplication. Today, i'm doing nothing. This morning I woke up with a pincher bug crawling up my neck. Right now I'm in my room, at my desk, in which i had to dig a path through my mess just to get to. I'm eating lunch right now - egg nog and week-old chinese food.
I knocked over my lamp this morning, and gracefully cut my feet on the shards of glass on the carpet. My brother just installed one of those miniature christmas tree trainsets, with the motorized trains. If only it were life-sized; I'd throw Ms. Riordan onto it - that bitch. I hate her so much! I measured it: eight inches of dirty dishes lay stacked above the rim of the sink. The whole kitchen smells like rotten eggs and smoke - from the cookies i failed at baking last night.
I can't wait for Christmas - I can tell that that's a Playstation2 under the tree with my name on it. My mom told me to throw away an entire cake last week, but I'm secretly keeping it in my room to give to my dog Toby on Christmas morning, I'm sure he'll love it. |
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