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Glamour Mistress (post_human) wrote,
@ 2003-09-19 18:48:00
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    Now I know what it feels like to be Shawn...

    I am bored out of my fucking mind. It sucks being a loser on a Friday night. I feel like David Worsham. Only now that I think about it, he has a lot of nerd friends that he can hang out with, so hes probably at... a Magic tornament or something.

    I dont know why I still type in this thing. Nobody is interested.

    My light burned out last night to top off my perfect day. No I look like some weirdo with a red light, because my fan has three lights one was white, one red, one black. The Black burned out long ago and now my white is gone, so Im a freak with a red light. Im not about to go looking for a new light bulb, I dont care enough about it to bother.

    I keep hearing this ringing and Ive been seeing things. I was watching tv with my mom yesterday and I saw a flash of lightning in the corner of her ceiling. It wasnt from outside because there wasnt a cloud in the sky. I think Im going fucking crazy. Theyre gonna lock me up and Im gonna have to listen to Tony Robins tapes for the rest of my life. *deep sigh* Tony Robins scares me.

    I wanna be friends with David Worsham...


    Hey I got this from a guy named Yakov. Hope you enjoy.

    LAYER ONE:
    --Name: Adora
    --Birth date: June 1, 1986
    -- Birthplace: Meterie, Lauisiana
    -- Current Location: Lawrenceville, Georgia
    -- Eye Color: Brown
    -- Hair Color: Dark brown
    -- Height: 5'1 maybe
    -- Righty or Lefty: Right
    -- Zodiac Sign: Gemini
    LAYER TWO:
    -- The shoes you wore today: Last shoes I wore were my Vans
    -- Your weakness: Alcohol, Cigarettes, Boys who say the right things
    -- Your fears: Being alone, Darkness, Going crazy
    -- Your perfect pizza: Pepperonis and extra mushrooms
    -- Goal you'd like to achieve: Make it to 23
    LAYER THREE:
    -- Your most overused phrase(s) on AIM: Your face, Fuck you, Jerkoff
    -- Your thoughts first waking up: "Another shitty day"
    -- Your best physical feature: My face on Friday nights
    -- Your bedtime: 4-5 am
    -- Your most missed memory: Being loved and held
    LAYER FOUR:
    -- In love: Not at the moment and I dont think so any time soon
    LAYER FIVE:
    -- Smoke: Constantly
    -- Cuss: Constantly
    -- Sing: When Im alone
    -- Take a shower everyday: Ever three or four days is more like it
    -- Have a crush: No
    -- Do you think you've been in love: Not when I look back on it
    -- Want to go to college: Maybe, but cant anyway
    -- Like(d) high school: At some point I did
    -- Want to get married: Yeah
    -- Believe in yourself: Please
    -- Get motion sickness: No
    -- Think you're attractive: When I fix myself up
    -- Think youre a health freak?: Never
    -- Get along with your parent(s): No
    -- Like thunderstorms: Its the best time to read or take a nap, especially if youre home alone
    -- Play an instrument: Not really
    LAYER SIX:
    In the past month...
    -- drank alcohol: No, I wish
    -- Smoked: About three cartons
    -- Done a drug: IBprofin
    -- Had Sex: No
    -- Made Out: No
    -- Gone on a date: No
    -- Gone to the mall?: Couple of times
    -- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: I dont like oreos
    -- Eaten sushi: Ive never had sushi
    -- Been on stage: No, I wish
    -- Been dumped: Not in the last month
    -- Gone skating: No
    LAYER SEVEN:
    Ever...
    -- Played a game that required removal of clothing: I think I have actually, many times, but I always quit
    -- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Plenty of times
    -- been caught "doing something": Yeah I have actually, haha
    -- Been called a tease: A few times
    -- Gotten beaten up: Im usually the one doing the beating
    -- Shoplifted: Plenty, not anymore though
    -- Changed who you were to fit in: No, Im not Daniel, ooh, depressing diss
    LAYER EIGHT:
    -- Age you hope to be married: Imm get married tomorrow if I was asked
    -- Numbers and Names of Children: I will never have kids
    -- Describe your Dream Wedding: I want to get married by trent reznor
    -- How do you want to die: Something tragic
    -- Where do you want to go to college: Harvard or Oxford
    -- What do you want to be when you grow up: Who cares, I probably wont be that anyway
    LAYER NINE:
    In a guy/girl..
    -- Best eye color?: Blue/Hazel
    -- Best hair color?: Any, like Black with Blue and white streaks
    -- Short or long hair: In the middle, something I can play with
    -- Height: Has to be taller than me, but almost everyone is
    -- Best weight: dont care
    -- Best articles of clothing: Mesh... Trench coats are fantastic
    -- Best first date location: Anywhere
    -- Best first kiss location: Anywhere
    LAYER TEN:
    -- # of drugs taken illegally: About a hundred
    -- # of people I could trust with my life: Hmm 2, wait... maybe 1
    -- # of CDs that I own: About fifty
    -- # of tattoos: One but it doesnt count
    -- # of scars on my body: About a thousand
    -- # of birthmarks: One, "the Flame"
    -- # of things in my past that I regret: Almost everything Ive ever done


    Another party's over, another cold sober
    My baby left me for somebody new
    I don't wanna talk about it
    Want to forget about it
    Wanna be intoxicated with that special brew

    So come an get me... let me
    Get in that sinking feeling
    That says my heart is an all time low
    So... don't expect me
    to behave perfectly, and wear that sunny smile
    My guess is I'm in for a cloudy and overcast
    Don't try and stop me
    'Cos I'm heading for that stormy weather soon

    I'm causing a mild sensation, with this new occupation
    I'm permanently glued, to this extraordinary mood
    So now moveover, and let me take over
    With my, melancholy blues

    I'm cuasing a mild sensation
    With this new occupation
    I'm in the news, just getting used to this new exposure
    Come into my enclosure
    And meet my... Melancholy blues


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