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Do I feel familiar?
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[05 Jul 2008|07:23pm] |
Ok, I haven't been on Blurty in a while.
So I'll just say Happy 4th of July -----late.
I'm getting my URL for my SocialVibe profile. I'm raising money for To Write Love on Her Arms and Converse is my sponsor.
You should get one so that you can raise money for a cause of your choice.
I'm going to make a list of songs that I've recently heard that you should listen to:
1. Shake It - Metro Station
2. Like Me - Girlicious
3. Bottoms Up - Keke Palmer
4. Who Am I To Say - Hope
5. Shut Up And Let Me Go - The Ting Tings
6. VFactory - Treat A Lady
7. VFactory - She Bad
8. Dreaming With A Broken Heart - John Mayer
9. One Step At A Time - Jordin Sparks
10. Fashionista - Jimmy James
Yeah, I'll list more later.
I'M GOING TO NINTH GRADE!
Eh, I'm kind of nervous about it though.
Because the high school is unfamiliar to me.
But I'll be happy to see Jonathan, David, Shelby, Kirstian, Chelsea, Lauren, Will, Victoria, Kim, Jasmine, Tyree, and Chantal again.
If I'm lucky, I'll have classes with some of them.
Well, my sister is nagging me so I guess I'll go now.
Toodles!
-Ricki!Riot
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[05 Jul 2008|01:19am] |
so yeah that was prom.
lifes been pretty random.
this boy makes me so fucking happy.
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| confession #51 |
[04 Jul 2008|11:07pm] |
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Week 2 (week 1 of campers) is over. I can't even express how glad I was to see the last camper and their parents leave today. I had seven girls (11-14) and four of the seven were terrible. They almost ended up getting kicked out, they were so disrespectful, the whole nine yards of shitty adolescent behavior. But that's now behind me, I have a sweet day ahead of me tomorrow and I will enjoy it to the fullest and go back on Sunday with an amazing attitude towards the shitty camp and shitty campers that I'll be dealing with for the next two weeks, and then again three weeks afterwards.
So more emails, if you wish, would be greatly appreciated. The two weeker will kill me, I can tell you now. I'm already looking forward to the 12 days being over, and they haven't even started yet.
But ya, as I said, good attitude.
Much love, have an awesome weekend.
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| chapter two |
[04 Jul 2008|05:16pm] |
it wasn't long until greg became a main focus in my life. from what i see now, i know that wasn't a good thing. i went everywhere w. him, we did everything together. at first i was more his "boy" than anything else, but my last relationship had been the same thing so it wasn't that big of a change. he still treated me like i was his girl nd whatever i wanted he made sure i had. back then we didn't have much money, i was still working (barely) at DQ nd he (of course) had no job, but we also didn't need much back then. a drink every now nd then, maybe a pack of gum every so often. i was w. greg when he still had a free account w. C&M pizza, so we got $12 worth of food that cost nothing to him: his mother paid the tab. every week she would give him her credit card to go fill up his tank nd w. that he would tell Eual for at least $40 cash back to do whatever he wished. it was all pretty convienant back when people actually trusted the two of us.
about three weeks in we stood together in my ragged hallway holding eachother. my arms flung around his neck while his hands clasped behind my back. we really use to be cute nd 'lovey dovey' when we wanted.
"greg," i began, "what if i told you i loved you?"
"then i would tell you that i loved you too."
"would you be lying?"
"hells no baby!"
after that we were even more inseperable. i would go to school nd everyday after he would be there to pick me up. i usually never went home. we would just drive around nd always find someone to either burn us up or go halfs. sometimes we would just go on our own little blunt ride. he'd sit there telling me all these crazy stories about him nd his friends nd all the wild things they've done. after we were tired from being in a car all day we would stop at C&m nd have, what to us was a romantic dinner. it's sounds weird now to say 'romantic', but back then thats all we had, nd it was fine w. us.
for some reason, when everyone found out i was dating greg, they didn't believe me.
"yr going out w. greg anderson?" mikayla asked w. a confused look on her face.
to be continued...
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[04 Jul 2008|04:33pm] |
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What ever words I say
I will always love you.
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[04 Jul 2008|12:55pm] |
Stars are like people.
Just because they appear to emerge from the same point doesn't mean they do.
This is an illusion of perspective created by distance.
Not all families manage to hold it together, everyone moves in different directions.
That we all emerge from the same point is a misconception, to travel in different directions is the very nature of every being and every existing thing.
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| #1163 |
[04 Jul 2008|02:05pm] |
I still have trouble grasping the concept of fear of the Lord. I know it's important but I still struggle with it.
Any help would be greatly appreciated.
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[03 Jul 2008|09:23am] |
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Alright... idk really who reads these, or if you can if we aren't friends... but i'm nikki, i'm new. i've looked at blurty for like 3 years now and i had made an account like last year but forgot the password and never really knew what to do about joining in communities or anything... but i decided to give it a try.
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| #1162: Gah! |
[03 Jul 2008|04:23pm] |
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People use the word "horrible" way too loosely. >_>
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| #1161: Biscuit tin |
[03 Jul 2008|03:34pm] |
This was yesterday's effort, and I am quite happy with it. I didn't expect it to turn out so absolutely awesome but hey, here you have it.
It's a biscuit tin. No idea what brand or anything, since the evidence is gone now, but it was a blue tin and it had the most delicious biscuits in it. Danish, maybe?
They're yum, whatever they are.
The silver is fabric paint and I did the flower design with acrylics. I don't know what to do with it now, though. I was thinking it could be a giving tin that circulates... people put in a present and give it to someone they care about, and then that person passes it on, and on, and on, and on, and it goes all over the world...
But I'm well aware that that probably isn't the most practical idea ever, and there will be a lot of hoarders.
If anyone has any cool ideas, let me know. Though I probably won't get any, what with my audience of.. myself. That's cool though. I can deal with it.
The rest of what I have to do these holidays (only two weeks left):
* finish "The Braided Path" (lots to go)
* write a few stories
* give blood
* get my L's
* design my Holy-wood Kids folder (painting)
* make a skirt (mum's unsure about this one but I reckon I can do it)
* anything else that comes up!
Life is exciting.
Tonight's a Harlequin night.
We're gonna LAN.
;)
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[03 Jul 2008|11:07am] |
i remember the first time i ever met greg. i was in a bad mood as i walked into mr. mcdermott's room nd seen some little kid nd mikayla sitting at a table in the corner of the room. he looked over at me nd smiled, like he knew who i was.
"yr tabitha, right?" he asked.
"yah..who are you?" i had never seen this kid in my life so i was surprised when he said my name.
"i'm greg anderson. i know you from matty." he answered confidently, like it was nothing. my heart dropped as soon as i heard matty's name. matty was my ex from about three years before who had taken my virginity nd disappeared. he came back in my life just a week before i met greg, but i pushed him back out again knowing how bad he was. long story short, i hated his guts.
"oh, well i absolutely hate him, nd i've never heard of you. sorry." i walked away nd sat at a table next to theirs. greg laughed nd joked w. mikayla saying it was actually a good thing i hadn't heard anything about him. come to find out i would hear many stories about greg after that.
for some reason i kept thinking about greg that night as i tried to fall asleep. i didn't know why but he was just so interesting to me. 'imagine what would happen if i dated him,' i thought to myself as a joke. he wasn't ugly, in fact i thought he was kinda cute. nd being matty's bffl would make it even better because that would make him greatly upset, making me a very happy girl. after those thoughts i didn't think much about greg beause i figured i would never date or even hang out w. him.
the next friday there was a football game which obv i attended because back then i was all about being a senior. i showed up smashed so i don't fully remember the entire night. i remember losing my belly button ring in the feild somewhere nd demanding that neville get on the ground nd help me find it. i remember flipping out nd wanting to kill rebecca fellows for wearing whitney's football jersey. i remember getting lost in the crowd a few times nd i remember seeing greg, walking all by himself away from the bathrooms. i don't know why but all of a sudden i walk up to him nd begin punching him (not hard, just jokingly) in the stomach. after that i walked away nd didn't see him again until the following monday. i saw him in the hall nd he came up to me laughing about the whole thing. if you had been there, you would have laughed too.
the next time i met up w. greg was on a thursday. we sat together, again, in derm's room. we talked about a lot of things, what they were i can't remember but we must have talked. there are way too many blunts in between there nd now to remember exactly what was said.
i sat drawing a tiny neon picture of him on a scrap peice of paper nd labeling it "GREGGY POO".
"so what are you doing this afternoon?" i asked. back then this was always my opening for asking for a ride home becausse i hated taking the bus.
"smokin' a fat ass L!" he responded w. the biggest smile on his face.
"oh thats nice. if i throw you five can i come too?" he said why not nd gave me the directions to his car so i could meet up w. him after school.
that whole day i sat w. greg in his blue envoy. we drove around going to all differant places, picking up different people nd burning different sized Ls. to be honest it was the most fun i'd had in weeks. greg was funny he made me laugh nd for some reason i felt so comfortable around him. at one point during the night i had told him that he reminded me of a cartoon nd to this day he still does.
"you know i can roll the fastest blunt ever right?" greg stared at me as he broke up a dub of piff on a peice of registration paper for his car. when he got to the actual rolling of the L he worked so carefully w. the leaf that he almost looked like a professional. he did it so quick nd so smooth, it came out perfect when he was done. nd when he got to the green leaf he licked it, laid it out nd carefully rolled it around the brown. i thought it was always funny how he looked like he was really into the rolling process, he paid so much attention nd considering the circumstances it made me laugh every time.
the next morning i woke up late for school. when i was all ready the first person i called was greg. i knew he wasn't at school this early. he told me the day before that he usually picked up james in the morning to go on an L ride before school.
"yo nigga!" greg said cheerfully at the other end of the phone. "what's poppin'"
"what are you doing?" i asked.
"on my way to go get james." i laughed to myself basically already knowing where he was.
"can you come get me. im at my house." he agreed nd said he'd be there in about five minutes.
when he showed up i was so happy to see him nd i didn't know why. back then he made me happy at the very presence of him. his voice just made me smile nd when he laughed i laughed too. i was so relaxed nd comfortable around him, nd we had only started hanging out the day before. if you believe in love at first sight, it's kinda like love at first chill :)
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| #1160: The talents that we're given. |
[02 Jul 2008|04:48pm] |
Tom made me these awesome banners to put in my signatures -
And because he requested that the forum be linked -
http://enterctp.forumotion.com
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[01 Jul 2008|10:47am] |
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I'm going to New Brunswick today, I'm going to be leaving in a few hours to go to the airport. I'm going for a karate tournament that I'm really not interested in going to, I'm really only doing it for my dad. I'm going to try and have a good time though, I just don't want to compete or be at the tournament all day long because it won't be fun at all. I have a couple books, a word-find, and my ipod to keep me busy this trip. Hopefully I'll be able to find another word-find at the airport and hopefully the new cosmo magazine. I woke up with Mark by my side this morning and I really didn't want to go ! We showered, and had breakfast, and waited outside for his ride to go to work. He's so sweet. No wonder I'm so scared to loose him. We had major issues going on yesterday and it was driving me insane because I was all 'great..we're going to end like this right before I leave'. Then he was thinking about leaving his friends because of me and my issues and I was like 'no. i'll leave before you ever do that.' just because I know exactly how that feels like. I will never let someone leave their friends. I left my friends time ago and havn't been able to keep a group of friends since because I know I'll just have to leave them. So, I sucked it up, I'm growing up, and whatever. I'm used to changing me, it's how I grow, so I don't mind it. I can deal with tears and pain but I won't see someone else go through it, especially Mark. So, things are good again, and hopefully will continue to be good. I just hope this trip goes by fast and Sunday comes super quick so I can come back home already. Anyways, wish me good luck...I'll need it, trust me.
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[01 Jul 2008|10:42am] |
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It turns out,
sometimes you have to do the wrong thing.
Sometimes you have to make a big mistake
to figure out how to make things right.
Mistakes are painful,
but they're the only way to find out
who you really are.
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[01 Jul 2008|07:26am] |
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Hoping I can run today and get away faster than ever from here another night and who can say if leaving is better than living in fear?
Here's to all the broken hearts tonight. Here's to all the "fall-a-parts" tonight. Here's to every girl and boy who lost their joy, they let it get away.
You know it's never too late! Get up and start all over again! You know it's never too late! There's got to be a better way. Don't settle for the cold and rain, it's not too late to start again. Find a way to smile and never let it get away.
It's been too long and we've been down and out without laughter. No smiling just tears. We're tired of falling down and being such a disaster, we've been here for years.
Here's to all the broken hearts tonight. Here's to all the "fall-a-parts" tonight. Here's to every girl and boy who lost their joy, they let it get away.
You know it's never too late! Get up and start all over again! You know it's never too late! There's got to be a better way. Don't settle for the cold and rain, it's not too late to start again. Find a way to smile and never let it get away.
I'm gone, I'm gone, there's got to be a better way, I'm gone.
You know it's never too late, there's got to be a better way.
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| #1159: Stories about Amy |
[01 Jul 2008|11:09am] |
Stu: Hey Nathan, guess where Amy's first bee sting was?
Nathan: Where?
Stu: On the bum!
Some people got told on Sunday morning that Children's Ministry is separate from the church.
I'm glad I wasn't around.
I don't think I would have dealt with that too well.
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[29 Jun 2008|08:03pm] |
i never want to hear her voice again.
the dandies is all i need bby. ;]
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[28 Jun 2008|07:31pm] |
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Hi, I haven't been here for a while.
anw I'll make it quick! (:
Does any of you have quotes about like Make love not war.
or anything that is saying stop violence?
It would be VERY appreciated!:)
We can easily forgive a child who's afraid of the dark. The real tragedy of life is when a man is scared of the light. -Plato
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[28 Jun 2008|12:19pm] |
These are the times that we'll remember
Existence, well what does it matter?
I exist on the best terms I can
The past is now part of my future
The present is well out of hand
And I'll be here by the ocean
Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams
you could be my unintended choice to live my life extended; you could be the one i'll always love.
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