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(3 saturday nights | forget your seatbelt) [21 Dec 2003|09:45pm] I abandoned this journal. Sorry... This is for Keri. 01. When I was younger I made some bad decisions. 02. My favorite color is purple 03. I drink too much soda 04. I like some rap music. 05. I am tired of school 06. Sometimes I wonder if anyone understands. 07. I hate when people type in all caps online. 08. I also hate people who TypE LyKe D1s. 09. I love John Mayer 10. I like plants 11. I am a marketing major 12. I love math 13. When I get my own place, I want to have a dog. 14. I want to live on my own soon. 15. I love pizza. 16. I have broken two bones 17. I HATE ranch dressing 18. I have a lot to learn. 19. I love making people laugh and smile 20. I crack my toes. 21. I like baking cookies 22. I met my boyfriend, Erick, at work 23. My favorite season is summer 24. I love dogs 25. I like wildflowers 26. I halfway done with college!! [well almost.] 27. I love hearing new kinds of (good) music. 28. I'm not a shy person but come across that way to some people. 29. I hate when people are late 30. I hate almost all condiments 31. I walk a lot 32. I am compassionate 33. I worry about the future 34. I used to work at McDonald's 35. I wonder what everyone is really thinking on the inside 36. I am not as forgiving as I should be at times 37. I have a bad temper 38. I am sick of working in fast food, but at the same time I like it 39. I say the word "poop" a lot 40. I think everyone should post this on their journal. 41. I really enjoy thoughtful gifts, even if they cost nothing. 42. My favorite number is 1 43. I tell it like it is 44. I think I'm more intelligent than at least 60% of the population. [haha.] 45. I hate steak. 46. I loved playing with Barbies 47. Piper is my favorite dog 48. I get sick of all the excuses being made for everything nowadays. 49. I love being online. 50. I love comedy movies 51. I like a little bit of noise to be around me at all times. 52. I've never been overseas. 53. Im thrifty 54. I'm tired of worrying about shit. 55. I love chocolate 56. My middle name is Elizabeth 57. I am a horrible cook 58. I like to write 59. I have over 400 entries in my LJ [between my two main ones.] 60. I bite my cuticles 61. I have allergies 62. August 6 is a special date to me 63. I have a sister 64. I have a brother 65. I sometimes remember my dreams. [always. ugh.] 66. I hate when i feel like people are annoyed with me 67. I want a career. 68. I hate when my nose is runny 69. I never floss 70. I love art 71. I hate the way I look sometimes 72. I can make Chirstmas ornaments 73. I wonder about the past once in a while 74. I like music that makes me feel. 75. I hate the feeling of regret 76. I hate being angry at people 77. I love rainy days when i can sit around and do nothing 78. I'm older than I look, but younger than I feel. 79. I love poop. 80. I'm not a big fan of sea food but Im trying. 81. I love rollercoasters. 82. I hate it when girls walk around wearing next to nothing and complain when guys look. 83. I like Fridays chicken fingers 84. I would like to see Austraila 85. I despise closed minded people. 86. I love getting pictures back 87. I like butterflies 88. I like finding a bargain 89. I have trouble finding a normal sleep pattern. 90. I hate feeling lonely 91. I have only three cousins 92. I have minor scoliosis 93. I like the exchanging of presents. Especially the giving. 94. I need money 95. I miss my friends and family 96. I like to be needed 97. I cant wait to go home for winter break [im home now but this applied when i wasn't.] 98. I love Erick 99. I would like to get to know you better. 100. My favorite actor is Adam Sandler

(2 saturday nights | forget your seatbelt) [07 Dec 2003|07:15pm] Crazy... ( I am...just being honest )

(forget your seatbelt) danse macabre! [29 Nov 2003|07:13pm] [ mood | bouncy ] [ music | casual sex// the faint ] I go through bands like toilet paper. That was a really bad simile, but you know sometimes it's the truth. Everyone was in such bad moods today. My brother got a speeding ticket and my dad was being an impatient baby. But I've learned to live with the everyday scuffles. I was in a decent mood. I worked on my research paper, got about a page done and continued to procrastinate the rest for tomorrow. I was listening to the Faint and was reading the lyrics to Agenda Suicide and realized how appropriate it was for my project, both pertaining to loosely to the "American Dream", Capitalism, industry and the like. Or so it seemed to me. ( the work solution makes the common house a home ) It was neat. I'll play the song in class since it is [slightly]relative, and just so I can have an excuse for a dance party in the middle of English. Sometimes, I just love being me. I got an application to work at Moe's grille. Their burritos are so HUGE. I'm waiting for my ride to the show right now, I'm itchin' for this excitement. Plus this song is just screaming out sexual pleasure. AND IT'S WINTER OUTSIDE!!! This little Floridean girl wishes there was snow...

(1 saturday night | forget your seatbelt) [26 Nov 2003|10:26pm] [ music | LED FUCKING ZEPPELIN ] P.S. New background = HOT SEX It's better than yours *raspberry*

(forget your seatbelt) illigitimate like your face [26 Nov 2003|10:14pm] [ mood | calm ] ( a holiday message to whom it may concern ) Went to see Elf with Fran and Jilli, had a grand old time. Went to lunch with my daddy before that, had a grand old time. Slept in before that and almost fell off the bed, not so much a grand old time. But all in all, it balances out. Happy Thanksgiving Eve darlings, enjoy the spinach caserole.

(forget your seatbelt) [25 Nov 2003|06:04pm] [ mood | restless ] [ music | brand new colony// the postal service ] How do you get rid of hiccups? I never can remember. I never notice what happens when they go away, they just sorta...do. I just want them to go away right now. I found out yesterday that Harmon called my house on Saturday and told my mom his name was John. She calls me up at the show and tells me some kid named John called , rendering me thoroughly confused "I don't know a single person named John". The only point I was trying to make there is that Harmon is so fucked up. I realized that I have been being too candid lately. Well actually, that's a lie. I didn't just realize it. I've known for sometime. And it's probably what my problem has been all a long. Sometimes, it's just better not to say certain things in front of certain people. And I'm just like, FUCK why should I care? People are already making up their own minds about me no matter what I do, no matter whether it's under my control or not. I shouldn't bother being so censored. Let's just tell the entire world that all I care about at the moment is the lust-factor, I'm too selfish for anything else and too scared at the same time. And it's perfectly healthy. I don't have the mindset of a slut. It's not that it could be just anyone. I'm also picky, surprise surprise. You know, I don't want to say too much. This isn't a fucking personals ad. Today, Cris was being mean to me for picking at my hang nail and being so obsessive compulsive with my cuticles. He swears it was making him nervous. He was just being a jackass and it was kinda funny. Morgan Freeman, Denzel Washington and Mathew Broderick all fought in the Civil War of 1990, known as the movie Glory. We had stuffing, pineapple cheese caserole, and miniature pumpkin pies and the battle was over. And in second period, Dustin Hoffman was really good in Death of A Salesman. I love Dustin Hoffman.

(forget your seatbelt) and everyone still talks to themselves [23 Nov 2003|06:32pm] [ mood | sore ] [ music | filling in a city// gruvis malt ] I finally got out a bed today just an hour ago and found that my dad bought a new car, a Pathfinder. I'm still trying to figure out why. It's a good thing though, they're thinking of finally getting me something, since I need it if I'm gonna get this job I have lined up. A Camry, a really old one, but anything will do. I woke up this morning nauseated with a fever and it was not pleasant. I've been in bed all day, avoiding working on my outline for history. I havent even been able to read my Catch 22 like I wanted to. I'll be up for awhile tonight since I can't stay home tomorrow. I hope this doesn't ruin the long weekend to come. I had a really nice day yesterday. The night was a lot better than I expected. I'm thankful for that. I miss [certain] people.. My tummy is empty, maybe I'll go fix that.

(forget your seatbelt) devastation is not the same thing as disaster [21 Nov 2003|05:36pm] [ mood | content ] [ music | clap & cough// discount ] Hmm. In English, I received my Catch 22 book today. I'm itchin' for some reading time that I'm definitely gonna set asside for this book. It is well worth it. As far as studying goes though for anything really... Weekend? Me? Study? Absolute poppycock... Show tomorrow? Eh? Eh? I think so... Eh...I don't really have anything to say. This is an ode to Robert Plant, oh how I adore the...

(5 saturday nights | forget your seatbelt) i looove the word faggot *giggles* [19 Nov 2003|07:51pm] Is it possible to develop bipolar disorder? Or are there mild cases, maybe called something else? Or am I just a moody bitch on a hormonal rollercoaster? Eh, whateva'.. Today sucked. Til' it got good again. Which was debatable, every hour. First was decent. Second, interesting. Third, a crock of shit. Fourth...*shakes head*. But then I found out that unbeknownst to ME, our school now has a gay/straight alliance, sponsored by none other than my awesome ex-drama teacher, Mrs. Hughey. And that makes me happy. 'Cause it was great. And I'm making new friends. Afterward, Erin and I decided we were gonna' go to Dunkin Donuts and...buy Donuts? And coolattas! Yay...then stop by Barnes and Noble...just because. After that adventure, we were headed to Taylor's to watch some Family Guy and she let me drive the car, (hooray) when we stop at the red light on Providence and Bloomingdale, and notice the abnormal number of tv cameras and station vans lined up along the sidewalk filming the middle of the intersection. Of course we're thinking "What the fuck? We're gonna be on TV?" when we look to the left and there's a HUGE HOLE and HUGE CRANE and all this other crap going on. So of course I'm just thinking "Greeat, I'm driving without insurance and now it's on video, how lucky am I?" so we head on, laughing at such a great coincidence when we get to Taylor and she's like "Dude, did you hear about the explosion at that old gas station on Bloomingdale?" Man we are so good sometimes, it kills me....it's better than the "Man, Notidis is so hot..." story. It was really nice whether today. Drizzly, to overcast, to lightly cloudy, to clear and breezy in a few hours. So excellent. It was like my mood. I loved it.

(2 saturday nights | forget your seatbelt) you make me come, you make me complete, you make me completely miserable [16 Nov 2003|05:20pm] I hate how arm pit hair stubble grows back 10 seconds after you shave it. I hate how when I actually DO use shaving cream, I cut myself 3 times as much. I hate receiving messages the day after they were recorded, and missing out. I hate not being able to get back in touch with people. I HATE PHONE TAG. I hate cheescake for being so delicious. I hate Cris for making me leave messages on his recorder. I hate Discount for being so catchy and getting stuck in my head all the time. I hate....I don't even know anymore. ~~~~~~~ I don't care. Last night was better the way it was. Fran and I had movie night and everyone was grossed out by our pizza- spinach, mushrooms, and pineapple- even the delivery man. He seemed perplexed. I thought it was amusing. We watched To Wong Fu, Thanks For Everything, Julie Newmar (sp?) this morning and I must say Patrick Swayze makes an excellent drag queen. Last night was Sol Goode, a movie that had Jamie Kennedy and Tori Spelling who had boob implants which heightened her character as the ditzy slut girl. *shakes head* Eh, it was pretty funny. There's always a good time at Fran's house. Her parents are funner than Erin's. HAHA. We went to Barnes and Noble on a family outing. We listened to Lit in the car. Fran and I bought frappucinos, cheescake and some brownie thing and sat under the "teens" section in the walkway when there were no seats left anywhere else.. We found two books called "Things My Mother Doesn't Know" and "Rainbow Boys", haha shit the things teenyboppers are reading these days. Needless to say, we bought both of them. I come home to FOUR FRIGGIN' MESSAGES on my machine in this order- Cris, Izzy, Izzy, Dawnielle. I don't Dude, people don't call me this much. This is perplexing in itself. This is what I'm talking about, phone tag, it's gay I'm tired of hearing about sadness. I'm ready to laugh at something obscene. I'm ready to be obscene.

(forget your seatbelt) [12 Nov 2003|03:33pm] [ mood | gloomy ] [ music | some incriminating photographs// the faint ] Justin still has the stars I put on his shoe laces 2 years ago. There still there and it made me smile, genuinely, for the first time today. I already said it but I'm just so frustrating. And not just for myself, I know. I guess the advice I've been given is the truth, too bad it's just not so easy. It's not easy to tell the truth when you don't actually know what to say. And it's not easy, when you're afraid to fall because you've never been taught how to get back up. The only thing I've ever known is avoiding mistakes, making them small and meaningless, since as a human it's impossible not to screw up. So when they're not meaningless and when they actually matter, I don't know how to recover and I don't know how to fix others either. I can barely be responsible for myself, I'm too scared for someone else to give me that power. I'm just getting weaker everyday. And I mean that in the most optimitic sense possible.

(forget your seatbelt) let's be gangsta for awhile [11 Nov 2003|08:59am] [ mood | amused ] [ music | white minority// blackflag ] ( i'ma blast you ) It's way too early to be this bored already. *sigh* I rented Christine yesterday, about the possessed car that kills. Ooh so exciting, maybe I'l bake cookies to celebrate.

(1 saturday night | forget your seatbelt) I'm screaming "drive it like you stole it" [10 Nov 2003|03:47pm] [ music | behind curtain # // discount ] So after 4th period ends, I get to leave early, and what should happen but to only make me feel 24583x better than before? I get hit by a car. That's right, a black truck to be exact, right in the student parking lot walking to the car. Hit me right in the shoulder and I didn't even know what the fuck it was till I looked and here come's this chick backing right into me. I don't know about you, but I laughed pretty damn hard. There's just been something out to get me lately. ( hit )

(forget your seatbelt) [10 Nov 2003|02:33am] [ mood | bitchy ] Why the fuck am I right back where I started; tragically mopey and easily agitated. Everyone else better be happy that we have the day off tomorrow, they don't want to meet disgruntled Rachel. She's no fun at all. I hope she goes away before Wednesday. Or at least that I'll come to my senses and stop talking about myself in fucking third person, by then. Alright, now I'm really looking forward to tonight for Kat and I's "adventure" that we forgot about yesterday. Yes, that's what were gonna call it now.

(1 saturday night | forget your seatbelt) the ultimate [08 Nov 2003|12:32pm] [ mood | lethargic ] [ music | faster// third eye blind ] I'm mixing a new compilation. I didn't sleep much last night and I know I was tired. And my mind was clear. Sometimes you just can't sleep. 'Cause when certain people embarrass themselves in front of you a certain amount of times, sometimes you just get used to it and let it keep you up at night. I'm going with Fran on this one and saying it's just hormones. Sexually frustrated? No Nair on your coot. Heh... What is there to expect today-nothing. Notta. Nope. I'm not so popular tonight, like last night. Just me and MY ultimate mix cd. It'll be different in a few weeks and I'll make a new one. That's just how it goes. I'm just loving it. I want to go out and spend some money. I want to be naturally artistic today and not have to work too hard. I want to go on the Ferris Wheel at the carnival 'cause I'm afraid of Ferris Wheels and I think I should concur it. *nods* And the only way to do that of course is to make-out on one. *nods somemore* It's only a dream, dreams don't come true. ( I type the lyrics as she sings ) I should so take a bath right now.

(forget your seatbelt) I love moonroofs [08 Nov 2003|12:19am] [ mood | giddy ] [ music | wish me well, you can go to hell// bouncing souls ] I loved today so very much, even though it'll technically be yesterday in 7 minutes. But hell, I don't care. I'm enjoying myself. In 1st period, our class decided to have a pic-nic while we were fighting the Civil War (Yay for Monasses!) so I brought fruit, and it was mighty yummy. Second period was a bit dull but still acceptable since we got to finish watching the Disney version of Huck Finn when Elijah Wood was like 12 and oh so adorable. So then there was third and boy was that eventful. Let's just say there was a condiment fight that I'm never gonna be allowed to forget [I have bad aim with mayonaise packets Kenny, I'm sorry I really am. hahah..]. Cris threw a fit for wiping that shit on his shirt because I thought he was too clean [I know I know I'm just a bitch like that and it rocks], and then he forgave me after awhile of threating to run over as many squirrels as he possibly could to get back at me and Christina. Our lunch is just so bitchin'. So fourth, no. That was no fun at all. But luckily it was over rather quickly. By the time Kenny dropped me off at home, I was rushed out the door to go to a late lunch at Tia's with dad and brother of course. THEN I had another Frappuchino at Barnes and Noble and man, my day was just going oh-so-killer. By the time I got home, it was nearly 5 and there was plans being made to go to a movie at 7-ish, and thats exactly what happened and well...the rest is history in my book. And I just feel good. Really honestly good. Fantastic. Excellent. All that good stuff. Question, what to do tomorrow...g'night

(forget your seatbelt) don't you know that you are a shooting star? [06 Nov 2003|01:35pm] [ mood | bored ] There are just some things that you can start thinking about, and once you do you can’t get it out of your head. I had that trouble today. But it wasn’t very troublesome. Just that I couldn’t keep my head out of the clouds long enough to pay attention to anything, but that’s no big deal. Today was a good third period, even though third period is normally good every day, compared to everything else. I played the cd I made last night and a few of us rocked out to Bad Company. Oh yeah, you know you're jealous. I started a new drawing of a little girl that I helped Kat baby-sit for once named Zoe holding a pair of portable speakers to her ears, on the same paper as my other two are, and it began to come a long quite well. And then there was lunch and the audio-visual room incident, which is just one of those ‘had to be there’ funny moments with Christina, Cris and I, and partially Kenny. But after all that, I made my way to Slater’s room to watch Finding Nemo with “the gang” and to work on my drawing a little. Not too much happened, but it was just enjoyable to be in there, it’s comforting I suppose. The day was made great when Erin told me about how Placebo is coming in December and how I am absolutely going to throw a tantrum if I can’t go, which I doubt I will be able to because it’s on a Monday, in Ybor. But I will most certainly try my luck. Fourth period is, as usual dull as hell. Though as I was taking my time wandering aimlessly around after using the restroom, I ran into Justin for the first time in almost a month, despite the fact that he does actually go to this damn school. I hate not seeing my old friends. But we had a nice little chat and I showed him the pictures from way back when during Freshman year that I found under my bed the other day (ie. "Bovine U" and the oh so famous Warrant shirt) and we laughed and hugged and it was all gravy. I miss the good times, I do miss Justin. But anyway, I’m just anxious for the weekend. But at the same time, I hate how fast it will be over. My mom is going to Tallahassee with her two best friends so it’s just me and the men of the house for 3 days; not like I haven’t survived before. I’ll just have to milk it for all it’s worth and keep busy.

(3 saturday nights | forget your seatbelt) ...and i'm sorry if i dissed you [04 Nov 2003|03:31pm] [ mood | relaxed ] [ music | out of gas// modest mouse ] Maybe I do get over things too easily. Maybe I do forgive and forget just a little too fast. But that stems from a history of being a dweller-on-er, so I guess it's not surprising. Oh well, I'll just survive the next droning crisis and the crisis after that 'til I actually become a hermit AND a lesbian, if it's ever gonna happen. Then maybe human nature will cut me some slack once and a while. Today, I told Izzy that Cris and I are having an affair and she started nervously laughing like she thought I was serious. Heh, I think I'm gonna have to draw that one out till it's dead in the ground. I'm filming an English project (an interpretive non-dance) at 6, bashing my brains out with my history book at 8 and putting them back together just in time for a shower at around 9:30. Let's stick to the schedule But yay, it's quesadilla day.

(1 saturday night | forget your seatbelt) beep beep beep beep beep [03 Nov 2003|06:12pm] [ mood | mischievous ] [ music | the cars that go boom// le tigre ] I'm so burnt out. Staying after school for a history test is no fun with a migraine that lacks Excedrin. I bombed the essay cause I just didnt care. Something about expansion and slavery and sectionalism...blah whatev'. I gave up after the first 30 minutes when I only had one paragraph. It was already 4:30. So I left and went to Barnes and Noble so my daddy could spoil me by buying me books and frappuchinos to make me feel better. It's for a research paper though so it's not like he had a choice in the matter. Oh yes the meatpacking industry of the 19th century and Socialism, oh just a few of my favorite things It's called The Jungle. I'm excited while lacking enthusiam at the same time. I would just like another frappuchino.

(forget your seatbelt) I'm a mess of questions [31 Oct 2003|08:57pm] [ mood | relaxed ] That chick that works at Blockbuster, we should be friends. Heh, I went in there to rent a movie since, well, I'm spending my Halloween in-doors this year...by myself...with my peaches and kettlecorn... Yeah, so I went in to get like a non-scary movie, because that would have been just too pathetic of me. So I ended up picking up the original version of 12 Angry Men (because old school Henry Fonda movies rock my world) and to be completely cliche', a remake of that old movie Willard about the killer rats with the guy from Back To The Future who played George Mcfly...I'm getting off track here. I'm such a movie buff. But anyway, I picked out my movies and some of that new Juicey Fruit gum stuff (strappleberry...err something) and went to check out. Now this is the cool part; I'm chuckling inside at the cool girl's costume because it was quite interesting. She was wearing a trucker hat and some plaid pants with a shirt that said "I'm soo punk". So as I was walking out the door, she turns to me and says "I like your shirt" refering to my Suicide Machines shirt and I smile and say "Thanks I like yours too, great costume." She laughs and says "Awesome, you're the first person to actually get it." We said a few other things that are really irrelevent and I don't even remember. But that conversation was like ten-times better than most of the conversations I've had with a few of my actual friends in quite a long time. So it was worth skipping the social splendors I could have partaken in, just for that. Even if it really wasn't.

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