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15 aug 2004 09:12pm |
 likeaholocaust
THIS IS NOW DEFUNCT. I MAY USE IT LATER BUT AS OF NOW I'M DONE WITH IT.
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13 apr 2004 09:42pm |
because i never write in this anymore, but still feel the need to keep some sort of journal, i shall direct you to my livejournal:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/route55
i looked through this and i hated what i read but it's who i used to be so i shouldn't bash it. i suppose.
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07 sep 2003 04:46pm |
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so what if when you look up, up into the clear blue sky, there is nothing but empty. so what if there's nothing at all.
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02 sep 2003 06:26pm |
never ever wanted to be with you
all you ever gave me was the boredom i suffocate in
wuh oh
uhhh i managed to screw things up, act like an idiot, not complete my art homework and go with my friend to meet darius danesh (she loves him or something) all in one day. score.
p.s new email/ aim: like a holocaust. on now and stuff.
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17 aug 2003 07:46pm |
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
my site is up now and i'm really proud of it so i'm going to plug it as much as i like. plug plug plug. my parents went out to my mums best friends house yesterday for her party and they took my brothers so me and becky had the house to ourselves. we watched television and i read a load of goosebumps books. hardly acts of teenage rebellion, i know. haha. i just ain't got nothing to rebel against. well. maybe something pathetic like too much homework/not enough money. something typical.
p.s MANIC STREET PREACHERS <3 !"£$%VDD$"%$"!GFB%&G
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14 aug 2003 10:54pm |
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oh, i really don't know what i can actually do. i can't dance, i can't design, i can't take pretty photographs, i can't act, i can't play an instrument. i am only capable of writing about how i can't do anything. yeah, there's a talent to be jealous of. it's quite frustrating feeling so angry and pissed off and helpless and not being able to express it. i want them to think that i write about reality and i want them to fucking mean it and i wish i didn't have to write about how i want to write because, now, that's just fucking stupid. you are one of the admirers. i don't want to be an admirer, i want to be admired. i want to be fucking beautiful. i want people to read what i write and feel like it's something different and feel like my writing is different and that i truly mean it. i want them to know that without having to explain to them that they should. i always thought no matter what you wrote that as long as it was honest, it would turn out beautiful, but, look, this is me being honest, alright, and ,well, it's really not beautiful at all.
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11 aug 2003 06:44pm |
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things are always too short or they always drag on for too long. you know, i think i've realised and accepted the fact that people do not care about what i write and it will not CHANGETHEWORLD. i will not become a fucking rockstar and have my lyrics effect thousands of people, or become an author and have my words bring new meaning to someone's life. i will not save anything. i will not change anything. i won't leave a dent in the world and alter the way a generation thinks. people will not be writing various things i have said in the back of their exercise books and on their hands. you give people millions of different options and they all ask for the same. they want to be remembered and they want people to scream along to their songs or buy all of their books or quote their lyrics to friends at night or rush out to watch their lastest film the minute it is released. yeah, step up, kids,its a new release, but its nothing you haven't ever seen before.
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31 jul 2003 11:29pm |
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HOLIDAY AND STUFF. WILL NOT UPDATE FOR THE FOLLOWING WEEK.
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29 jul 2003 07:04pm |
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we just hung around in marie's living room and watched 'she's all that', which we have all seen before, multiple times, and ate sour cream and onion pringles which tasted disgusting, but we ate them anyway, straight out of the box.
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21 jul 2003 11:13pm |
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so fuck not being able to write anything halfway good and not being able to sleep because it is too warm in the nights and then waking up early because the mornings are too cold. i really do hate being so cliche and confused and pathetic. score.i`m pathetic. i'm going to get the stuff i need for my art homework tommorrow but i bet that'll turn out like shit too. draw five things you like,or that interest you....all i can think of so far are my shoes. see? what does that tell you about me? because it really says it all. i never wanted to be a person who could only think of one thing that interested them, or that they liked, and i never wanted that thing to be something so bloody materialistic as a pair of shoes. the sad thing is, the really sad thing, it's that i dont even really dislike myself but it always seems like i do. it always seems like i'm 'oh god how can i stand being me, i'd rather be anything else' but it's not, i don't want to be anything else because i dont think it'd be any better, really.
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18 jul 2003 08:28pm |
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the worst thing is when you find hope in something that's not saving you at all.
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22 jun 2003 12:16pm |
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oh look at me i`m so cool cause i make a crappy new icon with cursive lyrics on it and a stickguy holding a heartballoon on a string.
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21 jun 2003 06:18pm |
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i went to see cursive on the fifteenth of june at the soundhaus and it was the best day of my life. kinda like yeah.
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14 may 2003 10:41pm |
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i'm going on holiday. wordddddd (ghetto for life, in da club, etc etc).
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21 apr 2003 10:15pm |
all i post is crap now. haha. oh well. i'm going to gullivers land tommorrow, it's this little amusement park thing for kids. it has a really awesome water log flume though.
i finished 'invisible monsters' by chuck palahniuk. YOU HAVE TO READ THAT BOOK. it's a super book.
"the one you love and the one who loves you are never ever the same person"
so yeah. i'm really into rilo kiley at the moment. i need the trembling blue stars c.d and bright eyes=a collection of songs. ashley honey and his stupid bling bling cronies were hanging around on the path opposite my house so i wrote SCUM in really big letters on a piece of paper and kind of waved it about casually in front of the window. haha.i`m so cool =/
oh yeah, one day last week my mum woke me up and told me some idiot had thrown an egg at my brothers window. it's too bad, because its really nice here and not exactly posh but kind of upscale and the people used to be nice. now it's full of arseholes, basically. i know it was ashley honey or some of his friends. oh,i so know it. but i kept quiet. my first reaction was to want to go and throw a whole goddamn truck of eggs at his stupid house. but i didn't. unlike them, i have self-control when it comes to eggs.
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14 apr 2003 11:03pm |
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i only have to say that on thursday it will be 4 weeks till i go on holiday, which means getting away from here, which i can't wait to do, AND ITS ONLY FOUR FUCKING WEEKS AWAY!
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05 apr 2003 09:20pm |
my site got hosted, because i'm so hardcore and all.
http://www.drag-77.net/acoustic
so go there. love it. treat it like a newborn baby. share the love, people, share the love.
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02 apr 2003 09:25pm |
gutentag. i cannot get the song 'sweet transvestite' out of my head, because vickie was singing it at form time and i've just watched rocky horror picture show so it's replaying over and over in my head =/ oh well. it's a darn cool song,though. darn cool, y'hear me?
WE MISSED ASSEMBLY TODAY!!!!!! woo woo.i hate assembly, almost as much as jamie skiddy and steven miller and athletics in P.E. and woah that's a lot of hate.
i have swimming tommorrow =( NOT GOOD!
jesus, i swear there's something wrong with this keyboard. it's gone all strange. you have to press down really hard on all of the keys or some of the letters don't show up. argh. goddamnit.
aufwiedersehn
(see, i used german twice, to show that i am now actually learning some german! and i know what hello and goodbye are. smart kid, i am)
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01 apr 2003 04:23pm |
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i was going to update this at school in I.T because my regular teacher broke her leg and we had this weird hopeless guy who spoke like Graham Norton, only more nasal. it was fun. BUT i decided not to, because the teacher was hovering around near me and stuff and because i'm a nerd, basically, i wanted to get my work finished. so i just sat there and typed up my music shop evaluation while EVERYONE ELSE went on the net and had fun. and he didn't fuck off over to them, and hover around their computer screen suspiciously. not good.
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28 mar 2003 10:09am |
i`m writing this at school. word. (notice the obligatory-ghetto-word-an-entry phase i'm going through?)
me and kerryn were going to do our anti-war protest today but i only did half of my poster and kerryn forgot to do some research.oh well.
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