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You remind me of who I really am.
It's over. We're still good friends. I just didn't feel like we had everything, he had mutual feelings. Oh well, it was great while it lasted.
Justin Tosco needs to get himself a journal before I go insane.
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[20 Nov 2002|10:23pm] |
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[20 Nov 2002|09:46pm] |
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the buffy musical soundtrack thing. |
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I was sitting here, trying to come up with an entry title, and that's what I was doing. Just breathing, with my eyes closed, and it felt good. It was nice to just be here for a second, and start to get my thoughts together. I don't really have a particular agenda right now in writing or anything, I just wanted to write, so here it is.
Matt I hit on him backstage at the VMA's shut up I was wasted okay.
I think it's funny that when I get really upset I don't write in here. I want to. One of two things usually happens. I either don't feel like I can write about it in case of who might see it, which is much less an issue over here, or because it hurts and I don't want to write it down, even though writing it down would help. I just... I get upset when I try to write it down in a diary form, sometimes, because then I have to hash it out, and I try to avoid. I'm weird.
I have mentioned to Nicole quite often in the last few days that I wanted it to rain, because the grass is all dry and if we didn't get a good dousing soon, the leaves would all just go brown and die rather than turn pretty colors and be interesting. Then I wouldn't have anything to inspire me to write. The weather inspires me, how odd is that? Fronts kept coming through and then crapping out before we got any rain. It was annoying. But we've finally gotten some, and I've managed to wear it quite a bit. It's most fun to tell this as the full-blown narrative that I want to, plus it saves me from having to loop back and tell the parts in the story that are not directly related to rain. Alright.
Oh my gosh I talk about leaves help me.
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[19 Nov 2002|09:50pm] |
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avril - losing grip. |
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I stole this shut up okay.
most likely to be a rodeo clown - joshua. hurr.
most likely to be a poet - avril. i like her songs.
most likely to be a wrestler - mandy. she IS the moore, after all.
most likely to be in jail - josh. for being too moronic.
most likely to be a teacher - tom. HAHA i don't know.
most likely to be a prostitue - john. even though he's dead sob. hurrr.
most likely to be a bully - sarah. she beat's up vampires. i mean, come on. that's bullying. or just a job.
cutest couple - me. and billy bob. sorry josh.
who do you want to see naked - joshua. uhm duh.
most likely to succeed - kristin. is it that unobvious? that's not even a word is it.
cutest hair - allison. and evan.
sweetest - mandy. avril. everyone!
most in love with their guitar - ME. sorry i had to add this.
Wow I'm bored.
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[19 Nov 2002|08:39pm] |
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mandy - saturate me. |
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it starts at one: I don't think anyone noticed I was gone. Oh well, that's me. Maybe you did, then again, maybe you didn't. Oh well, works either. I need time for myself.. you know. Recollect who I am, reorganize my thoughts, rethink about everything I've done. Trust me, I've done some stupid things the last time I was with you guys.
I don't get comments, I don't feel the lurve.
I suppose you'd like to have the fill in on my life? You probably don't, but oh well.
Josh and I. Like you didn't see it coming. What a weird couple, huh? We're alive, believe it or not. I'm at his house right now, actually. It's quiet, and calm. He's asleep on the couch. I think. He's a shy sleeper. But if he doesn't stop throwing oreos at me, I'll have to step on his toe or something. Even if I did wack him with a towel. Shut up, I didn't tell you that.
I'm hungry. Bye, I need to eat.
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[13 Nov 2002|09:27pm] |
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And quickly like this I'm gone.
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[11 Nov 2002|03:05pm] |
So, I'm at the point of updating again. Yay, go me.
Hartnett went home two days ago. I think he knows a few chords now. Hopefully. I still want him around, because being alone is..lonely? Yeah. That's the word. I wonder if anyone else is in the Orlando area. I guess I could always go to Sea World. ( i'm in the mood.. )
Been so busy that I can't even scratch my head anymore. It's crazy, really. With the new album that you're going to buy and everything. This new album I believe is more of an emotional piece. I remember writing one of the songs in Japan. I can do that, write a song one day and then wonder why I wrote the next. I didn't realize how much I missed the studio until I walked into it the other day and saw my guys jamming out randomly. Of course, I was beaming a smile through the whole session. I had to get a little used to strumming again, though.
Justin Tosco needs to get himself a journal.
So, I see Moore is having another party? I want to go. I'm going to be the Rock. *flexes muscles.* Yeah, right.
I love referring to people by their last name, as you can tell.
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[11 Nov 2002|02:07pm] |
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justincase ft/me - without you. |
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This white box is horrible. I have so many things to say, but can't seem to pour out my thoughts into it. Almost as if I don't trust it.
I keep singing this song back to myself. I think it has an importance to me. Ever since I recorded it with Justin, it's been in my heart. I think the lyrics get to me.
My deepest apologies to you for not updating this journal. I haven't been in the mood for quite a long time.
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[08 Nov 2002|08:30pm] |
Michelle doesn't get any comments. Michelle is out of popcorn. Michelle says sob. Michelle will continue to refer to herself in third person because Michelle likes third person mkai. Michelle lost the tabs for her guitar and is now being yelled at over the phone. Michelle says boo hoo.
Oh yeah and Michelle says Ashton Kutcher is a sexy mama bubba.
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[05 Nov 2002|05:04pm] |
New icons. New layout. I make myself proud.
Alone in my room, my thoughts run freely, and sometimes evolve into decent writing. I am often the lead role in poems or stories. Perhaps a lesson learned from experience, or some future dream or aspiration. Even the works that do not involve me directly, contain a piece of my own truth, hidden somewhere in the story.
I often find myself daydreaming about my solitary place, and looking forward to going there as early as my life's hectic pace will allow.
I miss Flagstaff.
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[05 Nov 2002|07:01am] |
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Nicole Branch needs a journal kbye.
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[04 Nov 2002|08:20pm] |
I'm sick. I'm sick. I'm sick. I'm sick.
Now all I need is some notes and it'll make a great hit single.
I'm on my away message. I'm not away, and I'm not quite sure what I'm doing. Listening to the buddy list sounds. Someone keeps signing off, and signing back on. Eating candy. I love candy. Waiting for my television show to come on. Oh, the joys of a Monday night.
I ramble.
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[03 Nov 2002|06:34pm] |
My feet hurt. My throat, too.
Nicole made me sing for her in the car. And then she dragged me onto the roller coaster. That wasn't fun, considering I was screaming my head off half the time.
Too bad I missed the party.
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[02 Nov 2002|01:09pm] |
I want to elope with my guitar kthanks bye.
P.S.: Joshy has gold underwear.
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[01 Nov 2002|08:51pm] |
Everyone's pairing off with each other sob sob sob.
Stop getting into couples please.
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[30 Oct 2002|08:52pm] |
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avril - tommorow |
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Have you ever just sat outside somewhere and watched the ground? Instead of looking at the heavens full of brilliant blue space or the twinkling lights of the night sky, have you ever watched the dirt, the grass, the lowly land beneath your feet? No doubt you have sat and viewed the sunset, or perhaps the sunrise, from a sandy beach, and not to steal the glory the sun deserves, but have you ever just looked down?
Find a quiet meadow alone in the woods or a lawn in the middle of a busy neighborhood and sit down. Bring a pillow if you want to protect your clothes, but nothing too large. Now just sit and listen. Close your eyes. Feel a soft breeze on your arms; hear the critters in the trees and an angry crow cawing at the world. Listen harder. Hear the whisper of the wind in the trees; see the squirrels in your mind?s eye. Feel the grass beneath your fingertips, sharp but yielding. Now open your eyes and look down. At first you may just see the grass, then the dirt it grows from. Search through the blades and you may spot an anthill. Watch its citizens as they go through their daily routine of finding and gathering food. A trail may sprout from the anthill to some destination unknown to you, but the determined workers will follow it to its end and return home with whatever bounty they have found. Diligent and undemanding, those workers will continue to fetch and carry for the life and length of the colony.
Look around a bit. A beetle is crawling by the dandelion near your knee. It is alone in the world. Unlike the ants, it must find its own way of survival. Slowly, it hikes its way up the flower and on to your leg, but don?t brush the bug aside, it?s doing you no harm. Watch as this little fellow climbs the mountains of wrinkles in your pants. Onward the beetle goes, unaware that it is being watched, and unconcerned if it knew. This little creature?s only worry is survival.
Too bad mine is only love.
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[30 Oct 2002|03:56pm] |
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mandy moore - saturate me. |
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I really think Justin Tosco, Nick Tosco, Ashton Kutcher, and Orlando Bloom need journals. I would molest them all.
You know these days you wake up and you do not feel comfortable? Today was such a day. I just want to lie down and eat soup.
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