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(Sunday, November 30, 2003-)
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Tnxs giving was good. despite Glenn, Karl, and Matt.
Uncle Chris hates kids.
Mike's cake was a biiig hit. ^_^
Christmas, please hurry!!!
93.9 is my favorite station!!!!
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(Friday, November 21, 2003-)
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god only knows my weekend will be GREAT.
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i'm a LIAR? alright. whatever. nobody ever fucking knows. i try so hard at alot of things and it all blows up in my face.
relationships are going down the fucking drain.
tubachristmas. i'm about thisclose to being done with it. fucking Rachel and stupid Brian. can't someone show some interest?!?!?!?!
i fucking hate my dad, and i plan on doing something about it this weekend. i'm not wasting my time. i'm trying the best i can. i'm doing the best i can. I DONT WANT TO TAKE THE FUCKING BUS. god. things are getting miserable and fucking not worth even being around. fuck you, dad. you don't know shit.
i hate Miller and i hate how he hates me. I WORK WITH THE FROSH too. ok? i picked up the trash, i show leadership. i just dont kiss your ass. thanks for appreciating everyone but me.
i'm sick. feel like shit. maybe i'm dreaming.
just please, stop the yelling. i need to go suffocate my tears underneath a pillow or something.
i'm tired of things.
until fucking next time. have a great weekend.
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god only knows that i'm trying my fucking best with everything. alot of people like to comment to me (or not to me) about things going on. you try to juggle school, home, and friends and it's hard. this is my favorite time of year..
one thing i like about the holidays is that you could forget about everything that was going on in your life and just think about the happy things, concentrate on the fun stuff and just be happy for once.
i hate sitting around. ok, i may like TLC but i like doing things. oh well.
life sucks and then you FUCKING DIE.
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(Wednesday, November 19, 2003-)
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zzz.... paint smell.. making.. me sick.. die.
axle scratched me hard. ow. OW.
i guess i'm not special enough to have a star on my belly. :-(
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(Sunday, November 16, 2003-)
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hohoho! my CHRISTMAS CHARACTER is Frosty the Snowman! take the quiz at emode.com! (go underneath holiday and shopping.. have fun!)
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(Friday, November 14, 2003-)
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tubaaa!! tuba tuba tuba tuba CHRISTMAS!!! I'M SO EXCITED!!! i love TUBACHRISTMAS! this time of year is AMAZING!! i love the cold.
Mike asked me why i was sitting outside waiting for him--- it's cause i love the cold. it makes me feel ALIVE! yayayayayayayayay!!!
all the baritones.. the WHOLE section is gonna be apart of TUBACHRISTMAS!! YAY! you don't understand how wonderful it is.. and how amazing the experience is! GO TO THE ONE AT THE PALMER HOUSE ON DECEMBER 18TH!!!!!!!
Badminton: 6-0 baby! YEAH!
...i should really do my audition sometime soon...
ttya later.
stay cooooold ^_^!!
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(Tuesday, November 11, 2003-)
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dad:
you are a jerk. i hate physics. get it through your head. I AM NOT YOUR PERFECT CHILD. I AM ALLOWED TO MAKE MISTAKES. stop living through me. you dummy.
Wanted:
a "partner" in crime to kill off all my family except for Axle and my mom in order to retain peace. will do job with a bb gun. has to have a strong stomach, no right/wrong indicators, and with the urge to kill someone.
Monday was bad, Tuesday just keeps getting worse.
call me. please. god. someone... anyone..
:-0
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(Sunday, November 09, 2003-)
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i haven't posted in like.. forever. seriously. i've been so busy with make-up homework.. and other stuff i've barely had time for mahself. at least i've been able to see Mike. :-)
i haven't taken my audition yet. heheheheh. i'm still really excited for TUBACHRISTMAS on the 18th of December, Palmer House. YAY!!!!!!!
going to the mall soon. Santa's there! little siblings found out about the Big Christmas Secret. Matt still doesn't know.. because he's Autistic, my parents wanna let him cherish it for as long as possible.
Thanksgiving is coming up.. so is Christmas and my BIRTHDAY!!!! 2 weeks exactly after Christmas. i love this time a year. it's so beautiful outside. alot of people look at winter as death and depression... i look at it like peace and tranquility.. with unspeakable beauty.. it makes me happy to think of snow and of the quiteness and of the white-ness of the earth. everything is wrapped up tightly.. like a lil kid would underneath a big quilt. it's so wonderful.. maybe it's because i associate it with good events... like the smell of cologne on the air.. being happy and surrounded by my family and people i love and that i barely see.
aaah.. winter's coming. ^_^
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