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goo goo dolls - "iris" |
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Watch out hair extension spice. Michelle is here.
( Josh and my hair extensions. )
Whatever. I don't have anything profound to say.
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[01 Feb 2003|03:18am] |
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third eye blind - wounded |
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My life is like a book.
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[28 Jan 2003|07:47am] |
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yay |
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the used - the taste of ink |
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Happy birthday Elijah Wood and Nick Carter wherever you guys are.
 fabrizio Moretti. Whoa. Hot. Where are the rest of The Strokes?
Edit: justin_e_tosco Hi Justin.
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[22 Jan 2003|06:03am] |
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the strokes - hard to explain |
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I took a break.
I don't really know what the point of my break was, I just wanted to do my thing. And by "doing my thing" I mean doing nothing. I found myself taking a lot of pictures. I've always been sort of interested in photography, not that I'm particularly good at it, but it's a fun thing to do. There's something amazing about the way you can capture something in a picture. Pictures really do say a thousand words. They can tell a story, they can define an emotion. I don't know why that fascinates me so much, but it does. So I ran around the city taking pictures of everything. I made it my goal to get at least one picture that tells a story or defines an emotion. However, about fifty rolls of film later, I had no luck. I'm glad I didn't though, because at least now I'll be motivated to keep looking for that picture. You know, it's something to do with my time. I guess I'm just not the photographer type, but at least it's fun.
That was pointless.
Who watched Charmed? I was great.
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[18 Jan 2003|10:20pm] |
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josh groban. |
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Does anyone else think Josh Groban is amazing?
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[18 Jan 2003|10:01pm] |
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avril - tommorow. |
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Let it be known that Michelle Branch is an ideal hater.
Everyone is either breaking up or making up and there are too many of you I just want to grab by the shoulders and shake until you pick something and stick with it. You're even more indecisive than I am. If you love someone, then love them. Don't let pettiness wear you down or get in the way of that. Don't even think too far into it. If it feels right, then chances are it is.
About a million thoughts and wild ideas are running rampant through my head at the moment. Chances are this won't make any sense to anyone but me. Lately I've been putting pretty much everything off to the side, mostly because there are some things I'd rather not deal with or think about right now, and partly because I'm hoping much of it blows over before the time comes that I have to. I almost wish there were some way I could place my entire life on pause and arrange everything back in order before beginning it again. That's completely out of the question, so instead I'll clean this apartment until there's no sign of anything messing up.
I had lunch with Justin yesterday, another of my last minute decisions. The last time I saw him was at the last Wal-Mart performance and even then I only spoke with him for a good five or ten minutes. We didn't even get to throw grapes at people like we had originally planned. Where is he anyway.
I signed up for a few kickboxing classes with Jessica and now it hurts to lift my arms and legs. How I allowed myself to become this out of shape I'll never know, but I think I'm going to grab a few bags of frozen vegetables and rest them on my thighs. When you run out of ice packs, sometimes you have to improvise.
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[17 Jan 2003|06:03am] |
soad_serj you scare me please go away.
edit: s_manson your hair scares me. go away too.
look i can double edit ma: __willa_ford__ god damnit why do you have so many spaces in your name and please refrain from so much make-up time to time.
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[17 Jan 2003|01:59am] |
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charmed theme har har. |
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I'm going to be on Charmed and you're not.
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[17 Jan 2003|01:12am] |
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me and jessica - desperately |
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I was awaken this morning by a call from Nicole. It being disgustingly early I almost threw the phone across the room, because you know a shrill ringtone isn't really something anyone enjoys waking up to. A reflex honed by years of shattered alarm clocks and perfected by constant practice. To that end I don't remember being at my coherent or polite best. I had had a late night, or maybe it was a late morning. At 5 a.m. these things simply didn't seem to be important.
Her annoying voice put a skip in my heartbeat and a groggy smile on my face. I honestly don't remember the last time I had talked to her, I think it was a week or so after I went to L.A. I haven't seen her in weeks but it feels that much longer. I miss her more than words could articulate, and certainly I love her more than words should be able to articulate. She is my best friend and my rock steady. Isn't that so corny.
Jack Osbourne, Justin Tosco. I want you both to get journals. Unknown reasons.
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[16 Jan 2003|10:38am] |
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lifehouse - just another name. |
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Bask me in comments. It would lift me up from my emo state.
Elmo needs a journal. And Dr. Phil. And Martha Stewart. Whoa that'd be cool.
Can I be interviewed.
Hi. This is Michelle's really cool entry.
The Seether CD owns your ass.
So does Michelle.
But you already knew that.
So yeah.
I want hot chocolate. But Starbucks is too far away.
I was nominated for a grammy but I won't win.
Avril will.
Or maybe John.
But I'll win the other one. Because Santana is amazing.
Where are my e-bay cocktails.
The Toscos all need journals. Who agrees.
Why do I think Jack Osbourne is adorable in a freaky kind of way.
I need skittles. Bye.
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[16 Jan 2003|09:58am] |
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I should stop dying. Then again, there's nothing anymore to stick around for.
Last night, standing in front of the fridge and drinking from the carton, I realized I am still a child. I have this child locked inside a nineteen year old body. I stopped there and stared for a moment, because it was so true. There I was, in my Monopoly jammies that said 'Go To Jail' on them, a Sesame Street towel wrapped around my hair. To top it off, I was planning to go snuggle up with my blankie and my teddy bear as soon as I was finished drinking. It's okay. I think that's how it's supposed to be.
I'm not as volatile as I used to be. Everything isn't as easy as I want it to be anymore. I can't figure out why I can't just park myself to one person, why I can't fall in love, why I can't be succesful. Honestly, sometimes I'm the biggest screw-up in the world. Everyone here has at least been in a relationship and why I can't succumb to one thing I don't know. I may or may not have commitment issues, but then again who doesn't. I'd like to think that I'm just more open about it. I have a blind tendency to push people away. It upsets me more than it should as I realize that I shut people out without even being aware of it. It's somewhat of an automatic reflex of the vestigial kind. I can't help it for some reason. It's almost as if I've lost the ability to open myself, to divulge my emotions, and to commit to the very concept of commitment. I'm not a cold person, I'd like to think that I'm anything but. Yet the notion of fully letting someone in seems foreign to me.
I've started planning for Nicole's birthday already. We're going to play hockey and even though I'm a weak thing I'm going to live up to be the big sister and beat her. Then we're going to go have hot dogs and ice cream in the park and yes you're jealous shut up.
This song is really good. You should all download like the illegal delinquents you are.
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[07 Jan 2003|06:39am] |
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So this is where I go angry and stalk certain people who don't update.
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[03 Jan 2003|09:49am] |
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Wow almost all of Simple Plan is here but where is Chuck he's hot. And Mark Hoppus.
Oops sorry John. Well kiddies, John and I are a couple. :-* to you Jihn Mayor and the rest of you hooligans around here.
michelle yay come on people I know you didn't forget you all love me.
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[01 Jan 2003|11:22am] |
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third eye blind - i'd give you anything. |
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I am online and no one dares to IM the mad woman how sad. My screen name is michelle yay if anyone forgot.
Where is my boyfriend >:o
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[01 Jan 2003|10:05am] |
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john mayer - not myself. |
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WHERE IS JUSTIN >:o
Hello my name is Michelle and I am very bored. That is why I am updating so yeah. I am the number one Michelle by the way kthx.
John and I had a party by ourselves last night and we stayed up watching Disney because the MTV thing was boring. Sorry but Carson is annoying. We played guitars together. Oh and yes John is alive he only comes around for me though. I want to marry this man he is so talented and hot and his new video is like the best in the world why is it not #1 on TRL I do not understand is Carson rigging the show he probably just wants to see Timberlake's ass hating on Carson right now.
I am drunk, yes it's true. I am weird.
Happy new year everyone.
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[28 Dec 2002|08:58pm] |
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leann rimes shut up okay. |
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Christmas holidays? Nicole didn't even get me the book I wanted. I now have Christmas blues, but I've had that feeling for a long time. Something is just not right.
I have died off from socializing here. Blah I will go back into my pink colored shell now.
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[14 Dec 2002|01:58pm] |
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This new album is really sexy where is Jason Wade I think he died.
I'm back in the states, who wants to visit me?
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[11 Dec 2002|04:07pm] |
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I wish that every place on earth were as beautiful as this place, and that memories were more concrete. That the process of cleaning up and sorting through and throwing out were as respected as the process of accumulating and collecting and building walls of things. I wish that the beautiful and the rich and the powerful who share the earth with us were required, from time to time, to clean up someone else's shit. To put their arm around crippled shoulders and whisper encouragement. To tie the shoes of someone who can't figure out how.
Gee I love Germany. I'm sitting here right now typing on my lovely laptop. Wearing shorts and a tanktop because they don't have air conditioning. >:o
All I want is for someone to sing me this song and I would be the happiest girl ever.
Oh yes and I changed my userinfo isn't it hot?
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[10 Dec 2002|06:51pm] |
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Honestly, I don't know why I came back.
oh yeah. now i know.
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[29 Nov 2002|02:45pm] |
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incubus acoustic. |
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Now and then it seems worse than it is, but mostly the view is accurate. You see your breath in the air while you climb up the stairs to that coffin you call your apartment. And you sink in your chair, brush the snow from your hair and drink the cold away. You are not really sure what you are doing this for but you need something to fill up the days. A few more hours. There is a dream in my brain that just won’t go away. It has been stuck there since it came a few nights ago I’m standing on a bridge in the town where I lived as a kid with my mom and my brothers. And then the bridge disappears and I’m standing on air with nothing holding me. And I hang like a star, fucking glow in the dark, for all those staring eyes to see, like the ones we’ve wished on. But now I’m confused. Is this death really you? Do these dreams have any meaning? No. No, I think it is more like a ghost that has been following us both. Something vague that we are not seeing, something more like a feeling.
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