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A year ago today. <3
Thirteen is a bad number. Or so I'm led to believe.
Hmm. So I've been spending a lot of my time on Myspace.com whenever I'm online these days. I know, I'm a traitor to lj. But Myspace is my new obsession. There's just so much to do on that site. Lj is bullshit on searching for people you might actually know. You have to pay or something to do that? Weird.
I saw Spiderman tonight. It was alright. I could have lived without the corny lines. "I've always been standing in your doorway". Paleeze. The graphics were straight though. I give it a 7.
Not too long from now I'll be on my way down to North Carolina. Mmmhm. Roaddd trip. Again. I swear I remember telling myself never to get in a car for more than 5 hours ever again after that last hoopdee... yet, Rob and I are driving 14 hours in one day. Shoot me. I can't handle being in cars for that long. I bet by the end of the trip there I'll be the biggggest bitch ever..
Heh.
But I'm not worried about that. I'm pumped to go to a 311 concert and to Smile Fest. BEAANERS. Again.
There was this CRAZY party on County Line Road the other night. Seven kegs. There were a bunch of middle aged people there. Billy Ross and his crew were there... I also saw someone from the bank and I asked her if she was a hairdresser... HAHAHA. Funny fuckin' times. Mike told me to shut up because I was talking his ear off all night. It's a wonder how people don't communicate on the level that they can. If that makes much sense to you. But all I know is I was wishing for someone to shoot the shit hardcore with. BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH. And I even had it written on my hand "don't talk.". Figures. Because that was covered up by the $10 orange wristband I had to wear. All in all, good times.
Lonely fuckin' times over here, man. Problems fucking suck.
I'm such an internal dialog kinda girl. CRAZY voices. Well, they're all the same voice... just crazy random thoughts. Or sutmmm?
I love the 90's is on. Memories. Don't we love those?
Someday, mark my words, I'll be happy with who I am. But not today.
Negativity.
Anyyway. Fireworks are the fucking shit. So is glass blowing! I saw some craaazzy glass blown things at Corn Hill. If only I could do that... sooo cool.
I miss Kathy Burke. She's such a busybody.
Thirteen is a bad number. Or so I'm led to believe.
Hmm. So I've been spending a lot of my time on Myspace.com whenever I'm online these days. I know, I'm a traitor to lj. But Myspace is my new obsession. There's just so much to do on that site. Lj is bullshit on searching for people you might actually know. You have to pay or something to do that? Weird.
I saw Spiderman tonight. It was alright. I could have lived without the corny lines. "I've always been standing in your doorway". Paleeze. The graphics were straight though. I give it a 7.
Not too long from now I'll be on my way down to North Carolina. Mmmhm. Roaddd trip. Again. I swear I remember telling myself never to get in a car for more than 5 hours ever again after that last hoopdee... yet, Rob and I are driving 14 hours in one day. Shoot me. I can't handle being in cars for that long. I bet by the end of the trip there I'll be the biggggest bitch ever..
Heh.
But I'm not worried about that. I'm pumped to go to a 311 concert and to Smile Fest. BEAANERS. Again.
There was this CRAZY party on County Line Road the other night. Seven kegs. There were a bunch of middle aged people there. Billy Ross and his crew were there... I also saw someone from the bank and I asked her if she was a hairdresser... HAHAHA. Funny fuckin' times. Mike told me to shut up because I was talking his ear off all night. It's a wonder how people don't communicate on the level that they can. If that makes much sense to you. But all I know is I was wishing for someone to shoot the shit hardcore with. BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH. And I even had it written on my hand "don't talk.". Figures. Because that was covered up by the $10 orange wristband I had to wear. All in all, good times.
Lonely fuckin' times over here, man. Problems fucking suck.
I'm such an internal dialog kinda girl. CRAZY voices. Well, they're all the same voice... just crazy random thoughts. Or sutmmm?
I love the 90's is on. Memories. Don't we love those?
Someday, mark my words, I'll be happy with who I am. But not today.
Negativity.
Anyyway. Fireworks are the fucking shit. So is glass blowing! I saw some craaazzy glass blown things at Corn Hill. If only I could do that... sooo cool.
I miss Kathy Burke. She's such a busybody.