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I'm Sick [21 Sep 2003|11:01am]
[ mood | sick ]

I'm sick off my ass.
I'm going to die.
Running a fever of like 102.

I can't afford to miss anymore school.
Plus as much as the actual education part of school sucks,
being with my friends is basically my only thing to live for.

Everyday I realize more and more how much my friends mean to me.
I wouldn't wake up everyday if I couldn't see all of them.
I'd probably be dead if I didn't have them.

I don't know.
I was just sort of thinking about it.

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Howdy There [20 Sep 2003|12:05pm]
I have a live journal now.

The name is ...
xchurchonsunday

So yea..you kids might have a better bet checking that one out instead of this one because I can't guartantee any posts in here.

I don't know.
I'll probably post occasionally in here.

Who knows?

I best be on my way.
Much Love
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Interesting [17 Sep 2003|07:31pm]
[ mood | depressed ]

ximbleedingblack: i wanna rape a monkey
ximbleedingblack: omg..
TrendyxDeadxFish: oh
TrendyxDeadxFish: wow

Kristen likes Monkeys.
She likes them A LOT.

I'm in the process of getting a livejournal thanks to the lovely Sherry Spain.
Weeee
Frustrating though.
Poor Sherry.

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Fuck... [17 Sep 2003|05:49pm]
[ mood | depressed ]

I just typed all this shit and blurty refreshed and lost it all.So here it goes again.

Eh...
Still no sign of a backpack.
My mom bought me a new one last nite at Wally World.
It's Disney Princesses and it's pink.
Awfully Purdy.

In P.E I didn't run the mile.
I'm way too emotionally run down to even do anything remotely physical.
After everyone ran the mile Me,Mike,Danny,Matt,Austin and Marc all got our hands wet in the fresh watered grass...
And ran to the goal posts,Grabbed the cross bar and slipped off on our arses.
Ohh...the pain.
Mike landed on his head.
Austin landed on his back and already started to bruise.
Danny couldn't even reach the bars.
Matt faked every fall because he's dumb.
Marc chickened out.
I landed on my face and got grass in my eye.
Austin is hawt.
He's always smiling at me...and giving me hugs.
He's my new best friend.
Don't get any ides,He's just hwat and nice and stuff.
Danny gave me a piggy back ride.
Surprisingly he could hold my fat arse.

Lunch was okay.
I took pictures for Janelle's photo class of the kids at lunch.
I shoved Brad's crutch up his arse.
On accident.
Great fun.

Randy is super.
He gave me a hug and I accidently head butted him,it hurt so bad.
Poor Randy.
I drew him a bomb on his binder to remind him of our secret plans to conquer the planet.
I think Tyler in my biology class broke up with his girlfriend?
Yes,No,Maybe so?
I'm not sure.

Mrs. Martinez felt really bad about not keeping track of my bag.
She offered to buy me all new shit.
I really want MINE back.
Sherry is going to give me a livejournal code Chels.
Yay.

My mom picked me up at school to go take my driving test.
I didn't get to because I didn't have my original birth certificate.
My mom got all pissed and threw a fit.
She called the old lady at the desk a stupid cunt and said she wanted the old lady to choke.
I get so embarassed of my mom when she flys off the handle like that.
People stare.
I know what they are saying.
I know they probably think I'm some beaten child.

So mom took me home and Me and Josh cleaned up the new puppy poop in the house as well as his barf.
Gross.
Me messed with everyone who called our house.
Great fun.
Then I got bored and went in my yearbook and Xed out all the people I hate.
I gave the puppy a bath.
So now I'm here.

No one ever comments in my journal.
Har har.
I feel like I'm fishing for compliments.
I'm not,It's just I read other people's and they have a bunch of comments so I just feel lonely.
hahahaha I'm such a sad loser.
Complaining over stupid blurty comments.

I found some Nazi chicks blurty.
She's so ignorant.
I wanted to post...
But I know it wouldn't change her mind.

I'm watching SNL...
I love SNL..old skool SNL
Weeee

I love Billy.
He doesn't notice me.
La la la la.
The end.
Well I'm going to go.

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Tests [16 Sep 2003|09:57pm]
[ mood | amused ]

DisorderRating
Paranoid:Moderate
Schizoid:Moderate
Schizotypal:Very High
Antisocial:Moderate
Borderline:Very High
Histrionic:High
Narcissistic:Low
Avoidant:High
Dependent:High
Obsessive-Compulsive:Moderate

-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --

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Why the fuck me Jesus Christ?!? [16 Sep 2003|08:08pm]
[ mood | depressed ]

First of all thank god blurty is back up.
I'd die without entering in here.
It's my only outlet.
Everyday I just bite my lip and smile and say everything's okay.
But everything is almost never okay.

Here's pretty much what happened while I was absent...not like you really fucking care but hey.
We went to the Atreyu show.
We saw Breanna's boyfriend Eric whom is very very hawt.
I wasn't pisturing someone so sweet looking like him.
Ugh.It made me sick to see them.
I hate couples all together to be quite frank.
Don't they know who their loveyness effects a cold lonely hearted soul like me?
Anyway,
I got kicked in the face by this huge balck guy who was hardcore dancing.
I bot a bloody nose and I purdy much saw the rest of the show as a blur.
I guess that dude goes to shows just to kick people's arses.
Freddy was there...
With Tony and Annie and Rich.
Rich is so bro-status now.
I almost hurled.

I guess Justin's car got broken into there.
He's changed so much.
He like hates me and finds me as an "annoying little sophmore"
what the fuck dude?
Everybody is slowly growing way to fucking cool for everything we used to do.
I know people change and grow up.
I never thought I'd be left behind.

Sherry made me my purse.
I love it...so so much.
I left my backpack at the field hockey field and I got a call saying that Lyndsey put it in Coach's room and I could pick it up in the morning.
I came this morning to get it and it wasn't there.
So I just figured that it was in the field hockey shed.
I asked Mrs. Martinez and she simply said "Dunno,Don't care"
I sat back down and started crying.

Of course everyone at my table came and felt sorry for me and started being annoying and asking if I was okay.
If I was okay I wouldn't be crying you dumb fucks.
I just want to be left alone.
Finally Martinez(aka coach)said that she would check the shed and bring it to the game if it was there.
So basically everything was fine..I figured I'd have my back pack.

Got to game...no backpack.
I cried.
Lyndsey and Kim showed up.
I hoped they had it.
They didn't.
I cried.
The whole game I cried.
Lyndsey and Kim were talking about fair playing time...
don't fucking give me the fair playing bullshit when fucking Amanda Combs plays the whole fucking game.
She's not even that good.
She's good.
I'll give her that.
But more special than anyone else?I think not.
Special enough to get capatain over Kristin?
I fucking think not.

Maybe I am jealous.
In fact I know I am.
It's hard to look at people who get everything handed to them and know all you've ever been handed was shit.
It's hard to look at people who have skills come easy when you have to bust your ass to develop them.
So yes,I am jealous.
No one can blame me.
You know you would be too.

I cried all day.
I felt like a pussy.
But I've been working so hard to get good grades...
So I don't end up flipping patties.
But it seems like someone up there doesn't want me to succeed.
I had sooo much homework and major projects due this week that I was done with.
Projects that my grades depend on.
I couldn't do any work all day.
In english everyone had to turn in there homework today instead of tomorrow because of me.
Because I didn't have it.
So before I got to explain...
everyone got mad at me.
I felt so bad.
They all shit on me.

We lost our game.
Fucking Amanda.
Psht...Got to play the whole game.
Wes said I HAD to get a ride with Amanda next away game.
He's not my fucking dad,he's Janelle's dad.
I don't have to do jack shit.
I told him I'd rather walk.
He got pissed and basically called me spoiled and said I had an attitude.
I did have an attitude.

So I cried.
The whole ride home I stressed how much I wanted to go home.
I really wanted my mom.
So what happens?
We fucking stop by 7-11...Stina and Janelle get slurpees,Drop Stina off,Gte a lame ass car part for Wes that he could have done afterwards.
You'd think that Janelle and Stina would say something.
But fuck no..they'd rather have a fucking slurpee.

I called my mom on the way home.
She went and got me a purse with a K on it.
Like a 50's purse and she got me a dickies back pack which I kindly said I'd rather not have,
I hate name brands.
She said it was fine.
We went to wal mart and got me some stuff for school.
I cried.

It makes me physically ill that because some prick stole my back pack,I should have to buy all new stuff.
So a lot of things my mom suggested I refused.
I'm going to get my fucking back pack back if I have to cut that fuckers throat.

Billy came back today.
I missed him so much.
He doesn't like that Chris guy.
Yay.
I have my drivers test tomorrow.
Yay...no fucking practice.
I'm going to fail.
I haven't even read the handbook.
I keep saying..
WHY ME!!!
I'm a good kid.I stay out of trouble.I don't hurt people's feelings.I think I'm an okay person.
I just want to know why I can't have a normal day.
I know probably a lot of people say that.
But I take a lot of shit from people.
I wish I could say that "I'm sick of it and I'll fuck up the next person who fucks with me"
But the fact is..that I wont.
I'll take it like a bitch.
Like always.
This is a long post.

Sorry guys.
Bye

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Atreyu Show [14 Sep 2003|01:50pm]
[ mood | excited ]

Tonite is the Atreyu show.
I'm dyeing my hair right now.
Janelle can't go.
That's lame.
I'm going to get my hair cut soon.
My puppy is so gosh darn cute.

Well not much else to say I suppose.

Later

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Extremely Interesting Nite,Not so interesting day. [13 Sep 2003|04:35pm]
[ mood | drained ]

After school I broke into one of the p.e offices to look for locker cutters because Sarah Callicot is a bitch and we wanted to break into her locker.
She wore a lower class brats shirt and we wanted to steal it.
We were unsuccessful.

Last nite was great.
My mom came home with a basset hound puppy.
Cutest thing ever ever.

I didn't get to see much of him because Mandy and Abbie came to pick Me,Janelle and Stina up to go to the away football game.

Everybody hates me because I go to games just to fuck with people and be rude to cheerleaders.
Anyhootie...We got lost like 3 times and finally found the place.Unfourtanatley it was on the other side and we needed to turn around.
So we finally found a place to make a u-turn.
Just as we turned the corner I saw a "one way" sign and all the words I could get out were
"OH SHIT!!!!!!!"
Cars swerved and screached and honked and we finally pulled over in the bike lane.
We were all hysterical and shaking.
We had to get on the freeway and start all over again and we ended up getting lost in Hillcrest where we saw Kyle and Krissy.

We finally got there and Me,Janelle and Stina realized we didn't bring money for a ticket.
We freaked out and Mandy and Abbie were trying to bum money off people for us.
This really nice guy let us in for free.
Wee...there are good people left in this world.
I made an ass out of myself to say the least.
Funny funny shit.
I wish I could explain but I can't.

Wes was supposed to come pick us up but he got lost so I went out in balboa and started walking the streets.
I'm sure people thought I was a prostitute.
He finally got there and we went home.

This morning I had to wake up early and go to driving school.
The stupidest people are in my class.
It's sooooooooooooo long and boring.
Mom picked me up at lunch break and took me for subs.
That was yummy in my tummy.
Ugh...Driving school sucks.

I'm supposed to go visit Billy tonight but I also need a haircut before the Atreyu show tomorrow so I'm gonna try and get both in.
Stina's supposed to go with me but I don't know if she's even home yet.
Loser.
Sherry,
Yesterday I wore that addicts shirt and I walked past Kyle and he started singing their tango song and just because I didn't sing along with him he assumed I didn't know what he was talking about and told me to never wear that shirt again.
Maybe if I wasn't a shy mother fuck who cries at the thought of talking to new people AND if I didn't think he wasn't such an ass I might have sang along with him.
It made me so mad.
Dergh!
Anyway...I'm over it.
That bastard is just too damn cool.

Well I'm going to go.

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Rich is a loser. [12 Sep 2003|02:12pm]
Rich doesn't even know that Tony screwed them over for the Eukaryotics.
I will no longer supposrt Eukaryotics....
Or Damn Tony.
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At School [12 Sep 2003|02:03pm]
Can't really talk...
Just bored and thought I'd say hello.
so hello.
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Boys Kissing [11 Sep 2003|07:10pm]
[ mood | depressed ]

Billy is in the hospital.
I wish I knew which one.
I'll call his sister and find out when he comes home and I'll bring him some stuff like a teddy bear.
He'll be sure to love me then.


**SLAPS SELF**
I NEED TO FUCKING GIVE UP!!!
NO MATTER WHAT I DO HE WILL NEVER LOVE ME LIKE I'VE LOVED HIM.
I DON'T THINK ANYONE I LOVE WILL HER HAVE THE CAPACITY TO LOVE ME LIKE I LOVE THAT PERSON.
Maybe I give too much.
That's it.
I can't help it.
I try not to.
I love Billy and I have since 6th grade and I most likely always will.

Sometimes it's amazing,
I feel like he's mine,that he's finally in my grasp and that I never have to let go.
I feel safe and secure when he's near me.
But it's never near enough.

And then it's gone.
Monday rolls around and I've dropped off the face of the planet.
All I get is casual conversations and looks like in the movies.
where a boy is looking at a girl and as soon as she looks back he turns away.
Billy always used to say I did that.
Awe....memories.

I wish he knew that I want to give him all of me.
But he doesn't.
He knows that I "like" him.
He doesn't know that my whole teenage years have been devoted to his exsistance.

Anyway,
regarding the subject.
I think boys kissing is hot.
Very hawt.
Hot guys kissing.



Well I'm outie folks.

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Cut my throat. [11 Sep 2003|06:48pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

I just started crying.
I don't know why.


I miss talking to Chelsea.
She has this odd way of making me forget crap.
Chel's is slowly becoming sort of a best friend to me even though we don't talk about much...
Lame shit I guess.
I wish we talked about more.
I purdy much know what I know about her from her journal.
visa-versa.
We talk about old people porn and wiggers.Weeee
great fun.
What about old wigger porn.
ahahahaha.
An evil smirk just crossed my face as I imagine old white homies having sex.
She's at the doctors I think?

Field hockey game was okay.
I did awesome and surprised myself.
All the varsity were telling me I should have made it.
I love Mandy...
She's so fucking awesome.
I want her brown track jacket.
**orgasms**
We lost though.

Danny got switched out of our p.e class.
Therefore we told everybody that he got hit by a car.
We are evil.
We meaning Me,Mike,Rachel and Marc.

Kristen and Mike and them invited me to go to some dumb girls house to get drunk.
I want to go just to get out of the house.
No chance in me getting drunk though.
Drunk people are funny.

James got beat up by some senoir.
haha dumb fucking stoner ass.
He showed us his mouth and it was all jacked up.
All the guys laughed and you could see tears in his eyes.
I'd feel sorry for him except for the fact that he asked for it.
Plus he's a racist stoner ass.

Talked to Sherry today after school.
I wanted to talk longer but we had to go help set up for field hockey.
I wanted to tell her that I THINK I saw Kyle and Sydney kissing.
But I wasn't sure so I didn't want to say something like that and then have to bail.
I have a vauge idea of who Kyle is so I'm not positive and I don't want to start things.

Heather said Atreyu was going till one in the morning.
BULLSHIT.
I'll protest.
Fight the system.

I wish Chel's would come home.
Shvinger number one.

Well I'm going to go because I have nothing worth saying.

bye.

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Pictures. [10 Sep 2003|08:28pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

Pictures and such.
If you take a gander at them plaese leave a comment.
It makes me feel special when I get comments.
Even if they do say mean things.Har Har.
I look really oogly in the street scene pics because we were all sweaty and nasty and shit.
The sweaty nastyness adds to me already there uglyness.

Here's the link kids:

http://f2.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/noluckhere13/lst?.dir=/Neato+stuff&.view=t

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Quizes. [10 Sep 2003|07:55pm]
HASH(0x871d130)
Your guy is Dave! He like good music and has great
fashion sense. He's determined and will do
anything to do spend time with you even if it
means reading the whole bible over the course
of one night!


Which guy on gilmore girls are you destined to be with?
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HASH(0x8712044)
Jane is Daria's best friend. They met during a
self-esteem class at Lawndale High, which Jane
had already taken six times (she could have
easily passed the class, but having low self-
esteem "made her feel special"). Like
Daria, Jane is cynical, intelligent, and
talented (she is a budding artist), but she is
also a little more open to the world around
her. She enjoys running, and once joined the
Lawndale High track team... briefly.


What Character from Daria are you?
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You're so last summer
What Taking Back Sunday song are you?

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Salute_Your_Shorts
Salute Your Shorts! You enjoy camping out with yer
buddies and playing tricks on your camp
counselors. Watch out for Zeek the Plumber


What's Your 90's Nickelodeon Show?
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Oh my god...
I remember I loved this show.

I remember the song: Camp anawana,
we hold you in our hearts,
and when we think about you,
it makes us want to fart!

ahahahahahahaha!fuck yes.





Take the What High School
Stereotype Are You?
quiz.







Take the What Type of Friend are
You?
quiz, and visit mutedfaith.com.




Suicide. face it...you're going to off yourself
soon.


how are you going to die?
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Which Pirates of the Caribbean character are you?
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Feelings... [10 Sep 2003|07:45pm]
[ mood | indescribable ]

I can't explain the way I feel.
I wish I could.
I should be able to because I feel like this a lot.

I won't even try.
I'd like to tell you what has happened and such.
But I'd just be waisting my breath.
Nobody cares.
Not Me,not my family,not you or anyone else.
People say they do...
but it's just something people say before they even think..."do I really actually care"
People say it to make me feel better.

Don't say it to make me feel better.
I don't need anybody's sympathy.
I'd just like life not to suck so hard.
I know it's not supposed to be easy,believe me I know.

But I really don't think I deserve what I get.
I'm not mean to people.
I don't do drugs.
I don't steal or do anything remotely bad.
So why am I punished?
I know people who are assholes that have it better than I do.

I'm so sick of people saying shit "was god's plan"
Winning the lottery isn't gods plan...
You'd think if there was a god I'd fit in his oh so great and wonderful plan.

I probably make no sense.
But that's how it is.
It never makes sense.
Everyone asks what's wrong and I wish I had a legitement answer for them...
I really wish I did.
But I don't even know.

I hate going to school and pretending that everything is fine.
I hate that my teachers just think I don't want to try.
They don't know that it's impossible to try when you're dead inside.
I wish I weren't dead.
I try not to be.
I'm just waiting for the day when my body meets my soul.

Well I'm going to go entertain myself before I discover something about me that I never wanted to know.

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Nightmare [10 Sep 2003|02:35pm]
Last nite was a nightmare.
Grandma nette and grandpa guy didn't show up for my birthday.
Neither did Mike,Danny or Billy.
Nobody sang me happy birthday.
I got all emotional because I felt that no one cared so I grabbed a knife to cut myself.
Grandma Pam caught me.

My mom got all mad and said I was a loser screw up who messed up everyone's lives.
I felt really embarassed.
My mom signed me up for driving school.

I woke up late this morning and didn't have time to get my field hockey crap
So I cant practice.
But I'm in the libraray so I have to go.
Before I get caught.
Later
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Lameness. [08 Sep 2003|05:52pm]
[ mood | crappy ]

Lame birthday.
I wish someone would call me besides my grandparents.
Dergh.

I'm pissed that Tony is officially in the Eukaryotics.
That's so fucked up.
I'm sorry but my opinion is that it's fucking Annie and Tony's fault for the downfall of UFD.
It seems that a shit load of people have the same opinion so I do not feel bad for thinking it anymore.
I seriously cried when I found out they broke up.
It seems lame so I haven't told anyone.

Well I'm going to do a stolen survey that I stold from Chel's livejournal which she stole from someone elses live journal.
Ohhhh the vicious cycle continues.
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA **evil laugh**

FIRSTS

First best friend:Anna Celeski
First real memory of something: Dergh..rather not share.
First car: VW convertible that my mom made my grandma sell.
First date: Eh... I went to dinner and to see the little mermaid with Kyle.
First real kiss: Real kiss? 5th grade.Kyle Matthew Culver
First break-up: Kindergarten,dumped Kyle for kid named Brandon.
First job: Babysitting.
First screen name: Turtle Power143...ahahaha
First self purchased album: eh...**thinking** I'm not sure.
First funeral:Uncle Donnie's I think.
First pets: My fish, That Missie Killed and a dog we took to the desert and let loose because he bit me.
First piercing/tattoo: Um..I got my ears pierced when I was 2 months old.
First credit card: dergh...
First true love:Kyle Matthew Culver
First enemy: I can't think of any first enemies?
First big trip: Went to lincoln Nebraska when I was 3.
First play/musical/performance: Del Mar Fair probably,for choir.
First musician you remember hearing in your house:Beatles,Elton John,Bob Marley,The Clash,Sublime,Ramones,duran duran,Depeche mode.

LASTS

Last cigarette: NEVER!**gasp**
Last big car ride: ugh...Oregon...20 hours.
Last kiss: At the lower definition/early times show.
Last good cry: Yesterday.
Last movie seen: I don't remember.
Last beverage drank: Cherry Pepsi
Last food consumed: pizza
Last crush: Billy.
Last phone call: Stina and Chels.
Last tv show watched: Whose line is it anyway
Last time showered: Last nite after street scene
Last shoes worn: black and white chucks.
Last cd played: Dropkick Murphys
Last item bought:Cherry coke.
Last annoyance: Damn school on my birfday.
Last disappointment: Freddy,Aaron,tony and rich's band breaking up.
Last soda drank: Cherry pepsi
Last ice cream eaten: eh...neopolitan ice cream sandwhich
Last time wanting to die:Yesterday before street scene
Last time scolded: eh...yesterday probably.
Last shirt worn: Black sex pistols shirt
Last website visited: Chels live journal.

I invited people over tomorrow like Billy and shit and I haven't even asked my mom.
She better say yes.
It's my fucking birthday biotches!!
I'm a princess damnnit.

Smack My Ass

Lameness. [08 Sep 2003|05:52pm]
[ mood | crappy ]

Lame birthday.
I wish someone would call me besides my grandparents.
Dergh.

I'm pissed that Tony is officially in the Eukaryotics.
That's so fucked up.
I'm sorry but my opinion is that it's fucking Annie and Tony's fault for the downfall of UFD.
It seems that a shit load of people have the same opinion so I do not feel bad for thinking it anymore.
I seriously cried when I found out they broke up.
It seems lame so I haven't told anyone.

Well I'm going to do a stolen survey that I stold from Chel's livejournal which she stole from someone elses live journal.
Ohhhh the vicious cycle continues.
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA **evil laugh**

FIRSTS

First best friend:Anna Celeski
First real memory of something: Dergh..rather not share.
First car: VW convertible that my mom made my grandma sell.
First date: Eh... I went to dinner and to see the little mermaid with Kyle.
First real kiss: Real kiss? 5th grade.Kyle Matthew Culver
First break-up: Kindergarten,dumped Kyle for kid named Brandon.
First job: Babysitting.
First screen name: Turtle Power143...ahahaha
First self purchased album: eh...**thinking** I'm not sure.
First funeral:Uncle Donnie's I think.
First pets: My fish, That Missie Killed and a dog we took to the desert and let loose because he bit me.
First piercing/tattoo: Um..I got my ears pierced when I was 2 months old.
First credit card: dergh...
First true love:Kyle Matthew Culver
First enemy: I can't think of any first enemies?
First big trip: Went to lincoln Nebraska when I was 3.
First play/musical/performance: Del Mar Fair probably,for choir.
First musician you remember hearing in your house:Beatles,Elton John,Bob Marley,The Clash,Sublime,Ramones,duran duran,Depeche mode.

LASTS

Last cigarette: NEVER!**gasp**
Last big car ride: ugh...Oregon...20 hours.
Last kiss: At the lower definition/early times show.
Last good cry: Yesterday.
Last movie seen: I don't remember.
Last beverage drank: Cherry Pepsi
Last food consumed: pizza
Last crush: Billy.
Last phone call: Stina and Chels.
Last tv show watched: Whose line is it anyway
Last time showered: Last nite after street scene
Last shoes worn: black and white chucks.
Last cd played: Dropkick Murphys
Last item bought:Cherry coke.
Last annoyance: Damn school on my birfday.
Last disappointment: Freddy,Aaron,tony and rich's band breaking up.
Last soda drank: Cherry pepsi
Last ice cream eaten: eh...neopolitan ice cream sandwhich
Last time wanting to die:Yesterday before street scene
Last time scolded: eh...yesterday probably.
Last shirt worn: Black sex pistols shirt
Last website visited: Chels live journal.

I invited people over tomorrow like Billy and shit and I haven't even asked my mom.
She better say yes.
It's my fucking birthday biotches!!
I'm a princess damnnit.

Smack My Ass

My Birfday [08 Sep 2003|02:10pm]
[ mood | blah ]

Well hey kids,
It's my 15th birthday.
Woot woot.
Not so bad so far.

Street scene was amazing.
We met finch and got pics with the guitarist.
We were upfront for dropkick murphys and Stina almost got on stage with them.
After dropkick we got to go in a private room with them and I got a signed cd,poster and we got pics.
Sex pistols were hillarious.
Scary bums downtown...
Lots of old bros...
made me and Stina laugh,because all the guys from school are going to be old and ugly and lame in their wife beaters.
I was wearing a sweatshirt and some old bro was all "isn't it a bit hot to be wearing a sweatshirt?"
So I said "Isn't it a bit too white trash for a wife beater?"
har har.I crack myself up.

Such an amazing birthday.

This morning I woke up with a crap load of scartches on my arm.
Very weird.

Stina got me a huge balloon today.
I never realized so many people knew me until I got a zillion happy birthdays and such.

I'm in the library now,got field hockey later.
I guess Renda had sex with Eric.
Interesting.

I bled all in my underwear today.
Quite disgusting but since I'm at school and people are probably reading this I won't talk about it any longer.

Chels called me er..friday nite I think.
That was awesome.

I didn't dress out in p.e today.
Mr. O'malley said he'd let it slide because It's my birthday.

I told my grandma that I cut myself.
Because she asked and she's one of my best friends.
Yes,laugh it up.har har.
Tis true though.

I think I should be locked up.
I know it's the only way that I'll get better.

Well nosey librarians.
Must go.

Happy birfday to me.

Smack My Ass

Not Supposed to be here. [06 Sep 2003|10:05am]
[ mood | pissed off ]

I'm supposed to be cleaning my room but I found a neato quiz.


i guess it's pretty safe to say you're angry, maybe
you turned the gun on a few other people before
painting the wall with the insides of your
skull, who knows? who cares? nobody really
liked you in the first place, better sooner
than later right?


SUICIDE
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Gotta go My mom is a cunt.

Smack My Ass

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