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Tuesday, June 29, 2004::
Mommy + Job = $$
My mommy got a job today! She starts tomorrow. Only thing is, she works 2nd shift so she'll be starting work at 3:30. I'm not quite sure how this is going to effect me yet. But I do forsee lots of laundry in my future (but hopefully the dishes will go to Paul).
Also, on Fridays my mommy will pay me for babysitting Becca. w00t. I'm one step closer to my hair cut!
Now we don't have to eat like bums! wee! I feel so wealthy c(: lol
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Wednesday, June 23, 2004::
My Dog has discovered the joys of cheetos
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Monday, June 21, 2004::
Rawr
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Sunday, June 20, 2004::
Knowing is but Worthless Fun
You're Jack! Congratulations! The Pumpkin King who
started all of the Christmas mess, who walked
the line between Hero and Anti-Hero and had one
hell of a cool house.
| How to make a Dawnwake |
Ingredients:
5 parts friendliness
3 parts crazyiness
1 part |
Method:
Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Serve with a slice of caring and a pinch of salt. Yum! |
| dawnwake may explode without warning | M
EXPLOSIVE |
From Go-Quiz.com
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Saturday, June 19, 2004::
funny sort of feeling
meaningless post, don't bother reading....
Since my blog is for things that are going on in my life both physically being and mentally, I suppose this is appropriate.
Wether you know this or not, I have always been connected with morbidness. I've never known where it's come from, it's just always been there. I've always been kinda drawn to it. And before the things that held me back were what people thought, if they'd like it. If they didn't like it. Well, I don't really care what you think about what I wear, because clothes are meaningless anyway.
Maybe the morbid humor came from the fact that if I always thought the worst then I would never be disapointed. There was always the small hope that it would work out, but everytime I took anything so lightheartedly it always came down on me worse than anything else. I also don't care what you think about my ways of coping.
I've always loved spikes and chains and black...but I've also loved many other things, not one thing in specific. I've liked many things for what they were, and how they looked. I love so many colors too. It wasn't about who wore them or what people thought of them.
Now wearing them was a different issue. Once I could, I would only wear things that I liked, but also I would only wear things that other people liked. I'd always down-dress it. Down-play it. Cover it up. Some days I would be brave enough to just wear what I wanted however I felt. I always found it amusing how other people reacted to it.
It's funny when you wear a couple things differrent than usual how different everyone treats you
Uneducated people amuse me, and often make me angry, but mostl they just amuse me.
I suppose I would seem like a person that hated cliques, that I would hate people just because they wore something "preppy", or wore something unusual for my tastes, or wore only black.
But the truth is, I find an amusement in all the "styles". Because it's not the clothes that make the people.
I hate it when people think because they wear plaid and converse and a studded belt with a messenger bag with band labels all over it that they're better than people and everyone one else is stupid. I hate it when people never wear the same clothes again and always wear nice clothes so they think everyone else is evil and dirty.
I don't hate people becaase of what they wear. I don't judge people by what they wear, maybe I am eclectic, but the value of your own clothes are only determined by the value of your attitude.
The only problems with clothes I would ever have is when people aren't completely covering their specific body parts that should be covered, or that they would have an ungoddly label on their clothing or body.
Anyway
Even though I love morbidness...I suppose it's been hard for me to connect with those thoughts lately. Like I've been saying to people it's been hard for me to create art, or write. My mind deleted like a whole lot of memories. It's really hard for me to remember things past a certain point. I remember the big things...But I don't dwell on them anymore. Kinda feels like a void when your memories are gone. But I believe my body knew what was best. And the nightmares have stopped. Yeah, the nightmares have stopped.
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Muuuh
Ignore the post below this. That was written a long time ago and I never finnished it but i figured i'd post it anyway. I fount it when i went bakc through my computer and organized all my writing files. I wrote more poems today. I only finnished one, but I added more to others. Yeah. "poems" is that's what they are. They're crap but whatever. Express yourself as you may.
anyway I'm nice and SUNBURNT from SCHLITTERBAHN so I'm jsut going to go lay down in pain now...
~Adios
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Tuesday, June 15, 2004::
Cycle of Pain
It's nothing I can explain in simple words, rather it would be indeed finaminal, if say, I could even explain it by any means. The Cycle of Pain is what of which I experience. The Cycle of Pain is not physical pain, but more a more subtule, lingering, torturing inward pain. Often it shows out as irritation, anger, saddness and numbness. The Pain starts from the past. Most people probably haven't noticed the changes, rapid changes, that've occured in myself from the past until now. And while, perchance, I am a better person, still I am haunted and still the stuggles are a heavy load. Repeat.
Set Me Free.
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Sunday, June 13, 2004::
Keep it up
Well, I'm horribly bored all days due to the fact that Nathan usually has class and work, therefore leaving me transportationless and friendless. No one wanted to hang out with me, lol.
Guh, anyway. I need a new wardrobe, and I need...guh...i need new parents first. lol. And more money for new clothes. I need an identity, I'm discussing with Nathan now that I have no style because I am no single extream. He's trying to help me find one. I doubt I'll ever get one that looks good on me that my parents would aprove of.
Schlitterbahn now in 3 days!
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Tuesday, June 08, 2004::
Stuff
Nothing interesting really. I'm going to Schlitterbahn in 9 days, I'm excited, and slightly scared. I get freaked out on the kiddy slides at the Rec Center.
My computer is shot, my messenger isn't working now. Slowly everything's DYING. *is suing mom's computer*
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Thursday, June 03, 2004::
Why do they exist?
Nearing the end of school, I started getting pretty irritated and angry and numb. Whether anyone noticed or not. Suddenly I looked around and I was surrounded by Perverts, who talking about hot girls, talking about having sex, talked about other sexual things, talked about porn, talked about females in a perverse manor. Talking about their own parts crudely. Females even talking about all this, talking about havinhg sex last night, sluts, who give themselves away freely, etc.
People who think that clothes make the person, and though I tried to give them the benefit of the doubt, they live their life by magazines that tell girls how it's ok to act and how it's not okay to act. That's their Bible. That's their life. They're as deep as a 50-something page magazine. They're as deep as that really!hot!guy!they!met!last!friday!night!
The druggies and the racists who, along with being perverts, are stupid beyond reason. Drugs are what they worship and they can make fun of people for being white, mexican, black without being talked back to. And everyone just ignores it. And everyone just ignores it. And everyone just ignores it. Apearently the law still doesn't abide that it doens't matter what color you are.
And then the ones that hurt me the most . . . I admired them slightly, for they were known for being good Christians, everyone liked them, they were on the verge of being superficial but their love for God made them different, they didn't seem to follow their life by THAT book, the 50-page superficial standards. I'd watch them in class. I wasn't friends with them, but that doens't stop you from thinking someone's a pretty cool person. And then your watching them one day, and they start talking to their friends, they're not a virgin? What? Well, maybe it was some mistake in the past, she doesn't look too happy about it, maybe that was before she became a Christian. Her friends didn't even know about it, they're all shocked...they're asking ehr about it...she doens't want to answer them. Still in shock but I brush it off, you know what that's like. It still burns to me like a scar though.
I'm in history class, I don't really have any friends in there, so I sit, and listen, everyone's gathered in their own little groups of friends. I'm sitting in my desk alone, I zone into the conversation going on right beside me. The same girl, and more people, people you'd think were good people, people you thought were Christians, talking about past experiences with getting drunk...and high...and laughing about it . . . now they're talking about getting drunk on the last day of school. My mind goes numb. I hate people. I hate people. I hate hypocrites. I hate them. I wish they'd all die. Is that Christian of me, though? To just want them to all disapear off the face of the earth, to never come back. All of them. This perverse generation. This perverse generation.
You always say goodnight.
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Tuesday, June 01, 2004::
Summer!
I'm sorry I havn't been able to blog. My computer was being crapped up and now it's dead...I'm on my mom/sister's computer now...which is brand new and fully functional. ^^
Looks like i'm oging to have to wipe my hard drive.
Anyway...i cleaned me ENTIRE room in 3 days...I hauled out about nine 35 gallon trashbags out of my room...just of trash. Not coutning clothes. But now I have a closet!
Me and Nathan went to The Other Store today and I got "Irish Cream Italian Soda" ^^
in July I'll be going to camp for 5 days and I SHOULD be starting the comic soon...but it's so hard!
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