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[23 Feb 2004|04:17pm]
So, yeah, I'm going to sell some stuff of mine on the DF boards probably, because I need some mon-ay. I'm excited to hang out with Spenser and Heather this weekend, and go to the talent show. I'm wrapping up filming on Friday, and the film goes into editing next weekend. Then, I'll post it on the boards, and hopefully have Ira put it onto some DVD's for me, and maybe, only if I have an extra copy, I'll send it to AFI. Then it's going to the film festival if I like it alot. Yaay.

Happy, happy.
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[22 Feb 2004|11:04pm]
I need to get out of this place for a couple days.
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[19 Feb 2004|07:05pm]

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[17 Feb 2004|05:52pm]

God. I hate when I feel like shit and I have to get it out but I neither want to nor can tell anyone because theres nothing anyone can do about it and I just have to sit around like an Emo and wallow in my own stupid self pity until it passes and I hate that. Arrrrggggggggggg.


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[16 Feb 2004|10:29pm]
Mmm. I love what Thomas writes:

rain, down upon my face
as i stare up into the sky
the night theater of stars
not so dark with you by my side
all the light is eminating
from your smiling face
i forget letters in the past
and the future is perceived
as a trusted statement
all the emotions are stirred
tears are formed, beading
at the ducts of thee
all the sounds of silence
making my eyes close
and lovingness permeates me
without a single moment remaining
do you know who i really am?
with a final objective
to be achieved and forgotten
comforting is prescence
the everlasting disappearance
forming conclusions
not ready to be accepted
will i ever be prepared?
to pull the thorns out
one for every time she laughed
and a pierced heart for every
time she said "you're not loved anymore"
all blood exsanguinated, and withered
this aching organ
dont tell me im worthless
i wont accept it again
because your words are more painful
than your fist could ever be
and ill pray for your regret
because that is what i want
to live for daily.

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[16 Feb 2004|08:21pm]
[ mood | pensive ]
[ music | AFI- Values Here ]

My elbows are raw from leaning on this desk, and my mind is raw from leaning on this thought. Meh. I've been dreaming about it and I have a girly crush on a guy that I shouldn't. Ew. I'm gross. I'm wearing a dress because I wanted to feel pretty for the first time in a while. I still don't but at least I'm trying. That's all that matters, right? Do or do not, there is no try. Thats a line form Star Wars. Yep. Well, I don't know if that's the actual line, but it's something along those lines.

Why is it that my dad is never where I can find him? There are days where I'm positively praying that I won't see him, and I do. And there are days where I'm aching to see my own dad, and he's nowhere to be found. Bleh. I guess that's the way it works or something.

I want to know what's going on, but I don't and I'm too much of a chicken shit to ask. Whatevs.

I have no plans for the weekend, and I really hope that I can hang out with Shell and Company.

Mom's buying me a messenger bag. Yep.

I think I need a walk. Or a hug. Or both.

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[16 Feb 2004|08:14pm]
[ mood | thankful ]
[ music | AFI- Synesthesia ]

Yeah. This is nothing special. I just made this so that I could comment on my friends journal things so that I don't have to be anonymous all the time, yo.

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