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[02 Sep 2004|12:12am]

I'm letting this journal die now.
read up at my new old journal


see ya
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twist your head around, it's all around you [20 May 2004|08:05pm]
okay so I've accepted that my life is too boring to NOT write in a livejournal

hair cut
new bags
car window in
clean car (for a day)

soon to come:
hair color
fucking finals
my attention span ran out. god I was fuckin pissed at this girl in my philosophy class. the assignment says e-mail it. not "put it in their box at the last fuckin second". e-mail the DAY before. if I wasn't so lazy I swear I'd punch out almost everybody I come across on a daily basis. (it took me 10 minutes to remember the word "basis")

my mind is going
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[12 May 2004|07:01pm]
meaningful posts are shit. sometimes I sit down about to write one and then I realize no one cares.

I don't know if I'll be writing here very much at all anymore. I like reading other people's journals but honestly I don't want to share my thoughts with anyone right now.

to everyone who's read my journal and responded to something, thanks for listening.

peace happiness unity
one love
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[11 May 2004|05:15pm]
over the last half year I learned that I need to love myself first
it's one thing to say and another to do
but I respect myself, and that's towards love, I think

honestly I'm just delaying doing my homework
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[03 May 2004|11:07pm]
[ mood | good ]

I've been busy lately. trying to be active, healthy.
trying to be smart.
today I feel hungry and my brain is fried.
but my hair is shiny and tomorrow is my brother's birthday, which makes me happy, because it makes him happy!
so I looked at my pink desk chair and realized I had left a pink hair tie, my pink phone, and my pink-faced watch on it. and it looked terrific.

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[21 Apr 2004|11:58pm]
so everybody's having this "ask any three questions" thing-
if you have anything you ever wanted to ask me, I'll be brutally honest and totally unsympathetic to everybody, including myself.
do it.
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[21 Apr 2004|11:55pm]
lakeside *click
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[18 Apr 2004|05:15pm]
I was watching mona lisa smile and thinking of wellesley. I really loved the campus, and all the students, especially our guide, seemed ecstatic about the classes. I can't even imagine going to an all girls school. everyone I mention it to cracks up laughing. "you don't even like girls!"
so it's a little true. but everything else about wellesley screams "you'll love it here". and maybe I wouldn't spend an hour and a half on myself in the mornings, that could be fun. it's like the fortune cookie I got once that said "you tend to care too much about your appearance" which was a really rude fortune cookie. fortune cookies are supposed to say "you're ridiculously goodlooking and one day you'll have a high profile magazine editing job where you'll sit there doing absolutely nothing but get free clothes and lots of money." so that fortune cookie is telling me, "go to nyu". which offers way better internships and opportunities near campus, which could really jumpstart my career.
the best part is I can think about this without actually having to get dressed all day on a sunday allthough I did do my makeup and hair.. you don't know who'll drop by. I guess I think answering the door naked with perfect hair and makeup is a lot better than answering it fully dressed and ugly.
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jesus fuck a bitch, i'm not emo [18 Apr 2004|01:09am]
you are emo
emo. 28-33 scene points. you go to shows and act
pretentious, but that's the way we like you.

how many scene points do you have?
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julian casablancas, you rock my world. [18 Apr 2004|01:03am]
monday's strokes concert was great. still awesome performers.
am so excited about sasquatch. the line-up is:
: Thievery Corporation
: The Roots
: The Postal Service
: The Shins
: Built To Spill
: Sleater-Kinney
: The New Pornographers
: Cat Power
: The Long Winters
: The Black Keys
: Gary Jules
: The Decemberists
: Donavon Frankenreiter
: Alexi Murdoch
: Preston School of Industry
: Nellie McKay
: Fruit Bats
and even better I'll be camping in the fields with my brothers and several other drunken strangers, which reads = fun. maybe even more than last year's mardi gras beads and golf cart riding.
I'm sad The Music isn't playing it this year, because they're one of my favoritest and most brilliantest of bands. but I'm sure I'll be drooling all over myself listening to Gary Jules and Ben Gibbard.

any time ben and elliott are mentioned together I almost pee my pants with excitement:
supposedly the song "nothing better" is about the boyfriend from elliott smith's song, "say yes".
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[15 Apr 2004|05:57pm]
[ mood | blinky ]

thank god for shows like the swan, extreme makeover, what not to wear, and a makeover story.

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I resigned from myself. Took a break, was someone else [10 Apr 2004|10:43pm]
my day was okay until I got called in to work two hours early, got a lecture from the kirkland police, paid 1.99 a gallon for regular gas, drove around to find all the atms empty of deposit envelopes, and drove to two drugstores, both closed. then I went to QFC to get some deep conditioner and got hit on by 12 year old punks.
but I guess it's okay at the end of it, gonna take a hot shower, put on some sweats, and sleep in.
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bye [03 Apr 2004|03:06pm]
there's nothing better than seattle when it's 70 degrees out. fucking awesome.

I'll miss you guys tons. send me some texts
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I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self defense [01 Apr 2004|08:40pm]
I hate school. it's not the work. it's not the push towards an ivy league, it's walking around at school in the bright fucking sunshine in the middle of a hundred people and being lonely.
I can't tell if I hate everybody else or if they all hate me.

some people are openly trusting and friendly, like chioma, who seriously have this glow like "I'm always going to believe the best about you." sometimes I can't tell if I want to kick those people's asses or marry them. but I admire them. some people you just love, even without knowing everything about them. I'm not talking about what lakesiders call popularity, fuck that.

don't really know why I wrote that shit, I'm not depressed or angry. just lonely.
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time of my life [21 Mar 2004|11:55pm]
sneaking out of my house, blood running down my leg, scars. going crazy with loneliness and sadness. and it was raining that night. more drizzling than raining. and I was cold, and wet, and I ran all the way up my driveway, past the house, past the court, and the garage, and up to the gate. I thought I would collapse. but then I saw you there standing in the rain, with chris's car behind you. and in the gatelight and the rain, you were the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. and I ran into you, and you held me, and I forgot the hurt. for that, I will always love you.
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