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how much wood could a woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
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| chappy ch-birthday. |
[13 Nov 2003|01:01am] |
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am i wrong in thinking that someones diary is where they write what they really feel? wouldnt you rather know someone's real feelings, even though they may not be pleasing..than having your friendship be a lie?
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| cheetos |
[05 Nov 2003|11:08pm] |
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i dunno...schools been kinda boring....bridget and i are better.
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[29 Oct 2003|11:20pm] |
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tiger army |
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i have a date tomorrow, and im extremely nervous. yes. you heard me right..a real date. well, actually, its a "group date," but we will end up going into the alley at dee are and make out, half-hoping that someone will catch us in our fit of passion and suspend us for sexual conduct. hardXcore.
nevermind :\
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[25 Oct 2003|12:45am] |
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OMFG DID I JUST LOSE MY VIRGINITY
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[21 Oct 2003|05:52pm] |
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i keep having this vivid dream where adithyas driving away from me in a navy suv. hes too fast for me to keep up with, so i give up and go to my calc class, where mrs. bates is teaching me and four others under a highway loop. i talk to her about switching me into a methane lab class, and also if i could sit next to blake. then all of a sudden im in a hospital protecting some girl who just came out of surgery, and we have to switch her body with another girls for a safety measure. i dont know who im protecting her from, but she looks scared so i help. her chest is covered with halloween stickers, and her face is covered in white gauze.
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| Dear Diary, |
[20 Oct 2003|08:31pm] |
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He saw me today. Giggle giggle.
Love, Randi.
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| who smokes cigars? |
[19 Oct 2003|12:14pm] |
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"did you have fun at the party?"
"yes mom."
"did you kissy him?"
"yes mom."
"thats all you better have done..."
"yes mom. of course mom."
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[16 Oct 2003|01:50pm] |
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it came!!!
bring on the weekend.
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[14 Oct 2003|05:56pm] |
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i love to lay on my bed, stare at the ceiling, and listen to music. no, not the upbeat ska/punk/hardcore/rock/pop/rap/country/jazz/blues kinds we listen to in the car, or while your on the computer, or while your at parties. i mean the really depressing music. the slow, diabolically-plotting-someone's-death kind of music. the long, drawn out, shrill puberty cries and whole note drum beats really do something for me.
theres something about that type of music that clears my head and empties my thoughts.
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[12 Oct 2003|05:43pm] |
(setting: on the drive home from the bank, randi, a teenage girl, is turning into her neighborhood when she sees four tweens waving a "Garage Sale" sign about. wearing nothing. more. than. britney. spears. would......)
Randi: hey you! where are your clothes?!
Tween #1: uhh..
Randi: i mean, why are you dressed so skimpy? you dont really have anything to show off, and well..its gross. no one wants to see your half-naked body.
Tween #2, #3, and #4 in unison: *giggle*
Randi: seriously, go home and put some clothes on.
Tween #1: you cant make us..
Randi: i know your parents. i dont think they would want their daughters dressing like little skanks on the corner, no?
Tween #1: uh! whatever.
Randi: *burns rubber in disgust*
they werent even hot..
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[11 Oct 2003|05:23pm] |
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savana just came to see me, ive not seen her since grade 9.
i am jealous of anthony keidis' microphone. the way he holds it with his left pointer finger on top of his right hand. how he smashes his mouth against it when he sings making it look like hes kissing it. how he rocks when he sings, its like he humps the stand. his black hair..the way it sexily hangs in his face. and how his eyes are always half-closed. mmm.
ive seen soooo many hot guys lately. its like they all sprouted out of the ground since its rained, just like frogs. im such a slut.
ima robot is coming 1 november to the halloween hangover! do you think i look twenty-one?
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| my only comfort is his innocence. |
[10 Oct 2003|11:06pm] |
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the flaming lips=such a good show.
i am accepted to ASU. no, there will be no party to attend, no celebration. not even any acknowledgement.
im whack. i hate being stupid. sorry blake..
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| education is the key to success |
[08 Oct 2003|12:35pm] |
im at school, sitting next to this really smelly girl. she smells like cat. and its really gross.
SPEAKING of cats..i skinned a cat today. it was super cool. i cant wait to see its organs and how they all fit together. i like to see it, not touch it, but im getting over my initial hesitation*.
arnold schwarzenegger? governer? sweet.
hmm..i was so lonely at school today. ify AND blake were gone. i had no one to make out with in my car before OR after school.
good evening.
*initial hesitation=scared shitless the cat would
come back to life. or just have some of the juices
squirt my eye.
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[06 Oct 2003|11:42pm] |
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im so happy i cant even breathe. im gagging on my smile.
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[06 Oct 2003|09:18pm] |
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only pussies get scared when we drive past pima and are 7 miles away from lake bartlett, you wimp little bitch.
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[05 Oct 2003|10:54pm] |
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hi.
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