Stick around nostalgia
I was going through my journal today. That's the best part about a journal, going through it again.
It made me see how I've felt about Justin. That was nice. It also gave me the opportunity to REALLY MISS ALL my friends. So, the following is a look back. Because I want to. These things literally made me laugh out loud.
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Amy:
For J00
Saturday, March 15th, 2003 08:36 am
i love my bay bay amanda.
amanda is poopstick.
if were alone in a room with amanda, i would fart on her.
i think amanda should dye her hair blue again like Marge Simpson.
amanda needs a vacation with her bay bay on a beach away from boys.
i want to beat up amanda.
someday amanda will own a dildo.
amanda reminds me of a poopstick.
without amanda there would be no more multicolored long haired pussies.
memories of amanda are fond.
amanda can be a poopstick.
Random is how I describe meeting amanda.
worst thing about amanda is how she never spends time wif me.
best thing about amanda is her bubble butt.
i am friends with amanda.
Poopstx!
Wednesday, January 29th, 2003 08:37 am
Hey slut! Those last three answers ARE MINE! You cannot cheat and steal ur way into peoples hearts. Eat poopstx and your sins will be forgiven. Four poopstx and two bloody marys and you will be safe from HELL.
G'day
Time Is Now....
Sunday, January 12th, 2003 10:16 pm
I belive that the time has come for the "Bay Bay Initiation 2003". Prepare the doves, annointing oil, and the bay bay branding stick. Tell him not to fear...for his time is here, and he must follow the calling.
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And then of course, Don:
silent snaps: thoughts that have kept me alive by D.E.F.
silent snaps:
And so you sit. You don’t dare move. Encompassed in that tiny dot in the drywall of your room, you stare. And stare. You think ‘wow she was really hot. why didn’t I do something?’ and you realize how superficial you’ve become, along with everyone else on earth. Later, you think about the one who dumped you. "She was beautiful, but damn it all to hell, this... hurts. Guess I can’t blame her though." Leaving this thought, you feel half decent about the world, even though you’ve had your fair share of fuck-ups and let downs. But then there comes the moment, an hour and a half later. Sitting, laying, lounged out, you think about the one person who has just been in the back of your head. You see them from time to time, but just can’t muster the nuts to say something to them, and instead raise an eyebrow or the corners of your cheeks, hoping they might catch that explosion of 100’s of chemicals squirting around in your body.
silent snaps: You think about this person... and you see them in you’re head... but your conscience doesn’t say a word to your mind. A clean slate. Free from any human error, divine intervention, or fate’s extremely overrated hand. After this mush needed rest of thought, watching cartoons for about 30 minutes will numb your brain, and then you can finally sleep, quickly passing the time till you see that person again, oh so sure you’ll say something this time around. Instead of thinking about how your head will pop off when they look at you with those eyes that force into your mind the thought how totally sweet and awesome they are, think about that blank board. After all, wtf good is a blank chalkboard if you’re not willing to pick up the chalk?
So, I found out that Mr. Rogers died yesterday. If you’ve ever sat and thought "Jesus, I’m getting old", there may be a good possibility you’re thinking it now. Everyone took advantage of their childhood. no one really knew what we had, we hadn’t had our first big fuck over in life yet, except that time you had to lay awake with that shitty diaper on because you were not tired and everyone else just wanted a nap at least. That memory.. I don’t miss much. I do miss singing whenever I felt like it. beating toy drums as hard as I could and not caring about the neighbors. and don’t forget the smell of fresh crayons. then school starts, your first introduction to the caste system.
silent snaps: after this, your childhood starts to become mutilated, and eventually you "emerge like a butterfly" as an adult. Fuck that. Anyway, you’ve come to accept a lot of things. How you were never the one who could fill the shoes of being the other half of the one person you adored, or how you almost graduated with honors, but still got busted by the po-po’ for smokin’ weed . Whatever your situations in life brought... as long as you can still remember exactly what that box of crayons threw into your nostrils... you can always go back.
silent snaps: We fix our beds and lie down to sleep, unaware of what lay before us. Unknown to even the universe, the next day could be our last. We count our days and stand back and look at our achievements quite often in life. Until the day the counting ceases. Has all this been sought in vain? No, no. all are here for a purpose. Be it good or bad. And between you and me (ultimately everyone who reads this) all this is necessary. What is all this? THe words of a thinker or a lunatic? There is really no way to tell for certain. BUt it is the difference you make while you are here, not the legacy you leave behind that ultimately is the larger piece of cake in the bakery shop we call home.
silent snaps: the rest is just icing.
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I've also realized that I listen to a hell of a lot of DBC when I'm posting.
It made me see how I've felt about Justin. That was nice. It also gave me the opportunity to REALLY MISS ALL my friends. So, the following is a look back. Because I want to. These things literally made me laugh out loud.
-----------------------
Amy:
For J00
Saturday, March 15th, 2003 08:36 am
i love my bay bay amanda.
amanda is poopstick.
if were alone in a room with amanda, i would fart on her.
i think amanda should dye her hair blue again like Marge Simpson.
amanda needs a vacation with her bay bay on a beach away from boys.
i want to beat up amanda.
someday amanda will own a dildo.
amanda reminds me of a poopstick.
without amanda there would be no more multicolored long haired pussies.
memories of amanda are fond.
amanda can be a poopstick.
Random is how I describe meeting amanda.
worst thing about amanda is how she never spends time wif me.
best thing about amanda is her bubble butt.
i am friends with amanda.
Poopstx!
Wednesday, January 29th, 2003 08:37 am
Hey slut! Those last three answers ARE MINE! You cannot cheat and steal ur way into peoples hearts. Eat poopstx and your sins will be forgiven. Four poopstx and two bloody marys and you will be safe from HELL.
G'day
Time Is Now....
Sunday, January 12th, 2003 10:16 pm
I belive that the time has come for the "Bay Bay Initiation 2003". Prepare the doves, annointing oil, and the bay bay branding stick. Tell him not to fear...for his time is here, and he must follow the calling.
---------------------
And then of course, Don:
silent snaps: thoughts that have kept me alive by D.E.F.
silent snaps:
And so you sit. You don’t dare move. Encompassed in that tiny dot in the drywall of your room, you stare. And stare. You think ‘wow she was really hot. why didn’t I do something?’ and you realize how superficial you’ve become, along with everyone else on earth. Later, you think about the one who dumped you. "She was beautiful, but damn it all to hell, this... hurts. Guess I can’t blame her though." Leaving this thought, you feel half decent about the world, even though you’ve had your fair share of fuck-ups and let downs. But then there comes the moment, an hour and a half later. Sitting, laying, lounged out, you think about the one person who has just been in the back of your head. You see them from time to time, but just can’t muster the nuts to say something to them, and instead raise an eyebrow or the corners of your cheeks, hoping they might catch that explosion of 100’s of chemicals squirting around in your body.
silent snaps: You think about this person... and you see them in you’re head... but your conscience doesn’t say a word to your mind. A clean slate. Free from any human error, divine intervention, or fate’s extremely overrated hand. After this mush needed rest of thought, watching cartoons for about 30 minutes will numb your brain, and then you can finally sleep, quickly passing the time till you see that person again, oh so sure you’ll say something this time around. Instead of thinking about how your head will pop off when they look at you with those eyes that force into your mind the thought how totally sweet and awesome they are, think about that blank board. After all, wtf good is a blank chalkboard if you’re not willing to pick up the chalk?
So, I found out that Mr. Rogers died yesterday. If you’ve ever sat and thought "Jesus, I’m getting old", there may be a good possibility you’re thinking it now. Everyone took advantage of their childhood. no one really knew what we had, we hadn’t had our first big fuck over in life yet, except that time you had to lay awake with that shitty diaper on because you were not tired and everyone else just wanted a nap at least. That memory.. I don’t miss much. I do miss singing whenever I felt like it. beating toy drums as hard as I could and not caring about the neighbors. and don’t forget the smell of fresh crayons. then school starts, your first introduction to the caste system.
silent snaps: after this, your childhood starts to become mutilated, and eventually you "emerge like a butterfly" as an adult. Fuck that. Anyway, you’ve come to accept a lot of things. How you were never the one who could fill the shoes of being the other half of the one person you adored, or how you almost graduated with honors, but still got busted by the po-po’ for smokin’ weed . Whatever your situations in life brought... as long as you can still remember exactly what that box of crayons threw into your nostrils... you can always go back.
silent snaps: We fix our beds and lie down to sleep, unaware of what lay before us. Unknown to even the universe, the next day could be our last. We count our days and stand back and look at our achievements quite often in life. Until the day the counting ceases. Has all this been sought in vain? No, no. all are here for a purpose. Be it good or bad. And between you and me (ultimately everyone who reads this) all this is necessary. What is all this? THe words of a thinker or a lunatic? There is really no way to tell for certain. BUt it is the difference you make while you are here, not the legacy you leave behind that ultimately is the larger piece of cake in the bakery shop we call home.
silent snaps: the rest is just icing.
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I've also realized that I listen to a hell of a lot of DBC when I'm posting.