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"I never understood why when you died, you didn't just vanish, and everything could just keep going the way it was only you just wouldn't be there. I always thought I'd like my own tombstone to be blank. No epitaph, and no name. Well, actually, I'd like it to say figment". Andy Warhol
Things have been so weird lately. I can't make simple decisions anymore and I've offically become a bitch. Although, according to Romainson, when I got "blacked on" today by Sandrine, that it was the calmest he'd ever seen me. I kind of realized that somethings are just ...stupid. I just, honestly, can't wait till college. Getting out of here. Moving on to something worth moving on to.
I also seem to be very negative recently. But I feel summer coming on, which is closer to fall, which makes me a little closer to senior year.
Kelly and her friend Bryan "wrote" a song about me:
Oh hell no, whats up daniela.
Cunt, you are a cunt.
Shes too simple to understand herself or any boy.
She could try to be like the rest but shes simply too coy.
She makes herself laugh so hard, its really rather odd.
Remember my aunt, her name was Tod.
(Tod, her name was Tod)
Lamer then you, she is lame like me.
But you know what thats the cool way to be.
Cause lame kids are the coolest like Daniela.
(Daniela)
Only one L.
(Daniela)
She doesn't smell.
(Daniela)
She loves Hanson.
(Daniela)
And Charles Manson --J/K.
*Roar* Im a dinasour.
*Roar* Oh no, I'm getting eaten. I'm getting eaten by a T-Rex.
*Roar*
*Roar*
*Roar*
*Roar*
I like Vaginas.
She has too many guy friends, and not enough sense.
Do you remember that band called sixpense
None the richer.
(Guitar goes to "Kiss me")
*The Assholes sing along.*
Kiss me out of the bearded barley.
Lightly, beside the green, green grass.
Swing, swing.
Swing the spinning step.
You'll wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.
(Guitar goes back to song)
I didn't write this song at all.
I jacked it off her livejournal.
(Kellys ode to LiveJournal, by repeating the word off-key several times.)
My ovaries have wings.
What? Ok!
Canada!
(To the tune of soco ameretto lime.)
Passed out on my keyboard.
20 comments is my reward
I added off your new friends, onto my LJ.
You and me were kings, over the internet tonight.
And tonight will go on forever, while we...
Walk around these threads like we own the websites.
And stay awake through summer reading Shakespeares 12th night.
Singing everybody wake up. (Wake up)
(Its time to get)
Everybody wake up it's time to get down.
And when I instant message back to you on the internet tonight.
I bet we laugh.
You should stay a sophmore forever.
So you can always send me letters.
And I'm never gonna miss one, because mail from you is too much fun.
And we'll never have to listen.
To anyone about anything.
Cause it's all been done, and it's all been said.
We're the coolest kids and livejournal's our bestfriend.
You should stay a sophmore forever.
(Your just jealous cause we're young and elite.)
So you can always send me letters.
(Your stomache's filled up, but your starved for conversation.)
And I'm never gonna miss one, because mail from you is too much fun.
(And your spending all your nights getting old at the Huck Finn. And I'm too tired to write anymore lyrics so forget cause it's over.)
And we'll never have to listen.
(You just jealous cause we're young and elite.)
To anyone about anything.
(Your just jealous cause we're young and elite.)
Cause it's all been done, and it's all been said.
(Your just jealous cause we're young and elite.)
We're the coolest kids and livejournal's our bestfriend.
(Your just jealous cause we're young and elite.)
*Random Noises*
--Kelly in the Backround--"NO!" *Smack* "It doesn't go here!"
!!Random saxphone!!
The End
Things have been so weird lately. I can't make simple decisions anymore and I've offically become a bitch. Although, according to Romainson, when I got "blacked on" today by Sandrine, that it was the calmest he'd ever seen me. I kind of realized that somethings are just ...stupid. I just, honestly, can't wait till college. Getting out of here. Moving on to something worth moving on to.
I also seem to be very negative recently. But I feel summer coming on, which is closer to fall, which makes me a little closer to senior year.
Kelly and her friend Bryan "wrote" a song about me:
Oh hell no, whats up daniela.
Cunt, you are a cunt.
Shes too simple to understand herself or any boy.
She could try to be like the rest but shes simply too coy.
She makes herself laugh so hard, its really rather odd.
Remember my aunt, her name was Tod.
(Tod, her name was Tod)
Lamer then you, she is lame like me.
But you know what thats the cool way to be.
Cause lame kids are the coolest like Daniela.
(Daniela)
Only one L.
(Daniela)
She doesn't smell.
(Daniela)
She loves Hanson.
(Daniela)
And Charles Manson --J/K.
*Roar* Im a dinasour.
*Roar* Oh no, I'm getting eaten. I'm getting eaten by a T-Rex.
*Roar*
*Roar*
*Roar*
*Roar*
I like Vaginas.
She has too many guy friends, and not enough sense.
Do you remember that band called sixpense
None the richer.
(Guitar goes to "Kiss me")
*The Assholes sing along.*
Kiss me out of the bearded barley.
Lightly, beside the green, green grass.
Swing, swing.
Swing the spinning step.
You'll wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.
(Guitar goes back to song)
I didn't write this song at all.
I jacked it off her livejournal.
(Kellys ode to LiveJournal, by repeating the word off-key several times.)
My ovaries have wings.
What? Ok!
Canada!
(To the tune of soco ameretto lime.)
Passed out on my keyboard.
20 comments is my reward
I added off your new friends, onto my LJ.
You and me were kings, over the internet tonight.
And tonight will go on forever, while we...
Walk around these threads like we own the websites.
And stay awake through summer reading Shakespeares 12th night.
Singing everybody wake up. (Wake up)
(Its time to get)
Everybody wake up it's time to get down.
And when I instant message back to you on the internet tonight.
I bet we laugh.
You should stay a sophmore forever.
So you can always send me letters.
And I'm never gonna miss one, because mail from you is too much fun.
And we'll never have to listen.
To anyone about anything.
Cause it's all been done, and it's all been said.
We're the coolest kids and livejournal's our bestfriend.
You should stay a sophmore forever.
(Your just jealous cause we're young and elite.)
So you can always send me letters.
(Your stomache's filled up, but your starved for conversation.)
And I'm never gonna miss one, because mail from you is too much fun.
(And your spending all your nights getting old at the Huck Finn. And I'm too tired to write anymore lyrics so forget cause it's over.)
And we'll never have to listen.
(You just jealous cause we're young and elite.)
To anyone about anything.
(Your just jealous cause we're young and elite.)
Cause it's all been done, and it's all been said.
(Your just jealous cause we're young and elite.)
We're the coolest kids and livejournal's our bestfriend.
(Your just jealous cause we're young and elite.)
*Random Noises*
--Kelly in the Backround--"NO!" *Smack* "It doesn't go here!"
!!Random saxphone!!
The End