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Blurty for Shakira Ripoll.
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| Saturday, March 8th, 2003 |
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| just in case you were wondering, i'm alive and i'm here. | ||||
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| Saturday, January 11th, 2003 |
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| My stomach hurts and I want all of you except Alex and Avril and a lot of other people who I can't think of to go to hell. | ||||
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| Saturday, January 4th, 2003 |
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everything's okay in my life but then i go online and read journals. i don't know what that means but shut up and ignore it. i'm cold. i'm in a bad mood. and i want to slap everyone in the world. marshall was right i'm hateful and guess what? HAHA ITS FUN. OMFG. die. ;) |
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| Thursday, January 2nd, 2003 |
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i miss some of you. avril, alex, sometimes scott. and matt even though i only talked to him once or twice, he's a nice kid. i should come around more often. sometimes i wonder if i should get all sophisticated and start capitalizing or something. but no, this is me. this is who i am. resistance is futile. where is alex AND WHY IS HE NOT ONLINE. >:O |
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| Tuesday, December 31st, 2002 |
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| For days, the rain flooded the ground with reckless dreams and memoirs.. | ||||||
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| Tuesday, December 24th, 2002 |
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lying lavigne: i'm still confused as to why Tupac has a new song rarely ripoll: no offense rarely ripoll: but isn't he dead lying lavigne: YES sometimes scott: yes, he's dead lying lavigne: that is why its confusing rarely ripoll: i'm confused too xbrokenxbranchx: NO rarely ripoll: maybe he is secretly living somewhere still producing albums rarely ripoll: waiting for a time to make a comeback rarely ripoll: like elvis xbrokenxbranchx: LIKE ELVIS xbrokenxbranchx: esp rarely ripoll: TUPAC AND ELVIS ARE LIVING TOGETHER rarely ripoll: I AM A GENIUS xbrokenxbranchx: sob. xbrokenxbranchx: you are rarely ripoll: i figured the world out |
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| Monday, December 23rd, 2002 |
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| i can only handle so much reality before i snap. | ||||||
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| Friday, December 20th, 2002 |
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| LURK LURK LURK | ||||
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| Monday, December 16th, 2002 |
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someone slap me. i'm sleepy. |
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| Tuesday, December 10th, 2002 |
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lets clap for blurty. blurty is emailing my comments. now comment. oh and majandra is great, she's added to my favorites list. which already has avril britney justin reese kristin and some more people i'm too lazy to name. |
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| Sunday, December 8th, 2002 |
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Sometimes I feel like I don't know who I am anymore. But I know deep inside who I am, sometimes I get to acting tougher than I am and I look in the mirror and its like I suddenly remember, I do have feelings. They get hurt. But I have to move on, you know? There's nothing more than that. I hate being sick. Because I just mope around and realize, other than fame, I've really accomplished nothing. I remember all the things I could have done and I turned them down, and it frankly is quite depressing. But I am going to stop before I get more emo than .. I don't know, some really emo person. GET ONLINE SOMEONE OR I WILL SHOOT EVERYONE. And blurty start sending me my comments, or die. >:O PS - THIS IS KIRSTEN'S ICON SINCE SHE LIKES IT BYE. |
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i won't forget to update for my avril. tour is good. more later i am sick right now. |
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| Sunday, December 1st, 2002 |
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shutup i am only back for avril. oh and britney too. |
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| Sunday, November 17th, 2002 |
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| Get online or I kill all of you except Avril and Britney. | ||||||
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| Wednesday, November 13th, 2002 |
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My back hurts. I'm tired. Tour is good. I love Avril. That is all. |
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| Friday, November 8th, 2002 |
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I don't know. I've been in a bad mood lately. I'm sick to my stomach and I need to talk to Avril. The one time I'm on, she's not on. Oh well then, that makes everything fine and dandy. Not really. I miss the talks we have and the way both of us can just let out our emotions together. I find it amazing. We just really click together. I don't know what it is about us, but somehow we just always can find a relative topic on whats going wrong and me, I can complain about anything. I am about to just update. I don't care if this makes sense. I did a show tonight. My first of the tour. Shows always get my mind off of things, temporarily anyway. Its one moment where I'm not spilling my guts out, but I'm not hiding behind my "I hate everyone" image. Its me, plain and simple, nothing more, and nothing less. I guess thats really all I can do, is be me. I like to say I hate alot of people, but its quite the opposite. I guess I hate so I will never show my true emotions. I'm going before I get emo like all you saps. |
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| Friday, November 1st, 2002 |
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| It seems bad luck always lands on me. I think I've had the shittiest day of my life. | ||||||
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| Monday, October 28th, 2002 |
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I don't know what to say. I know exactly what I am feeling right now. I just don't know how to put it into words. There's no real way to describe it. I'm angry. Angry at everyone, angry at the way the world works..angry at specific people. Angry at the fact I never get what I want. I hate all of you. I mean, whats there to love? Nothing, my point exactly. Sure I have a few close friends around here, you know who you are. But people in general piss me off. Who knows what who people think they are now days. I'm in a bitchy mood, I just feel like snapping at everyone. I know I'll most likely be called conceited or stuck up for this post, but I don't care. I don't care about anything anymore. I don't want the money, I don't want the fame. I just want all of you to leave me the hell alone. Is that really too much to ask? No. I didn't think so. So many people act like I care what they think. My world revolves around me. There's no other half to it. There is no law that says you need someone else to make you happy. I don't. Okay, maybe to make me happy, but relationship wise. Yeah, everyone gets attracted to people. But the whole relationship deal is so highly overrated. Nothing's real. Hi, we fucked, we broke up, we saw some people, lets get back together, lets fuck some more, oh, oops I'm done with you thanks come again. Thats all anything is. It gets to a point where you just get fed up with it all and say fuck it, I'm done with this. I'm not going to hurt myself just to be in a relationship with someone else. I don't know why I'm writing this update. My mind is rambling. I have so many things on it lately. Have you ever noticed how men don't care about the little things, but women do? I hear that all the time. Its not true. Not true at all. Stereotypical, I say. I think you should categorize someone by how they act. Not their gender. For that matter, not their race, sexuality, religion, or background/heritage either. Respect people for who they are. Don't judge them for something they're not. My stomach's hurting. Don't you hate when someone makes you so sick, as in disgusted with them, that it makes you physically sick? Maybe it sounds bogus, but it happens. I don't even see why I let people get to me. I could die tomorrow, so none of it matters. But what if I lived for fourty more years? Then it would really matter. I think of the most stupid things like that. I sware if you know me well, you know I'm the most random person you can ever find. Moving onto another topic, true love. Its not real. I'm not a person who believes in fairytales. You can fall in love, but I don't believe the Romeo/Juliet shit ever comes true. I'm bi because I believe you can fall in love with anyone. Its all in the hands of fate. But I just highly doubt this great guy comes masquerading into your family's party and picks you up and decides he's in love with you. HA. Far from it. You have to work to get into a simple relationship. At least those who take it seriously do. I hate when people say "I love you.", on the first date. How is it believable? You have to know someone to love them. You don't just wake up one morning and say,"Hey I think I am in love with (insert name) today." I hate people. I have to say that again before I click the update journal button. And forgive me for this hideously long entry. |
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| Sunday, October 27th, 2002 |
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Its beyond me why people feel the need to be fake. Do they just not feel secure with themselves, or do they just want to be accepted? I don't know if its just me, but I prefer to be who I am, not go with the flow, and do it (it being anything) because everyone else is doing it. That's just not the way I am. I've always felt comfortable with who I am. I've liked being different and appreciated whats different about me. I suppose that doesn't come so easily to others, though. Its always been something thats confused me though. I've managed to write two paragraphs and say nothing meaningful in them. |
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| Wednesday, October 23rd, 2002 |
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Perfection is a virtually unachievable goal. No matter which way you approach it, you fail. I don't know how many times I used to try to be perfect for people. I'm glad this is just me now. I don't live for other people, I live for me. Okay, sure I get attracted to people, sure I want to impress them. But I haven't circled my life around them, (yet). I don't know. I just my journal was in need for an update. |
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Blurty for Shakira Ripoll.
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