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headache...sun... vacuum... cookies... barefoot...laundry...music
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so im bored. i wish i had a date or a girls night out or something. anything but the tv and my homework. don't feel like sleeping either, though i'm tired as hell. all day, i've felt like my eyes were dragging all over my face, hanging over my cheeks, maybe oozing or something too, haha. i wore my glasses to work and couldn't see crap, it was hilarious. know what sounds super fun right now? miniature golf. who knows why.
so there's this guy... um, that sounds gay. but there is and he drives me crazy with his lack of communication. he flirts and compliments and is generally nice... but he's never once tried to hook up. not at all. what's up with that?
im sad and all i can say is that someone close to me is going away. it hurts cause i was waiting for summer when we could stay up late and watch the stars and talk about movies and where we'll be in 5 years. now we wont do any of that.
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Wednesday, April 9th, 2003
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i've never understood what it is that draws men to a certain kind of woman. bubbly, the perfect kind of aloof, the image of poise and sophistication. and of course, a dark tan and a tight pair of jeans, ha!
sometimes i wish i could be that girl, the one everyone turns to look at, the one that everyone wants to know. i wonder what it really is about them that draws them all in. can it really be appearance only? cause there are alot of beautiful people in the world, and i wont deny it... im no hog. but i guess the type of girl with her nose in a book and something to say is not generally as attractive as a girl with her ear on a cellphone overflowing with infectious giggles.
oh well, i guess i'm not looking for the guy that everyone else seems to look at either. ya know the kind... muscly, leather jacket, highlighted spiky hair, hoop earrings, cellphone... puke. haha, i'd be more attracted to someone kinda skinny with tattoos and scars. at least they'd have better stories :)
i think i'll work out tomorrow. summer is coming. haha, i think.
i don't understand people who aren't enraptured with music. i couldn't go a day without it. no matter what i feel, it's my comfort.
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dry stare
red and cracked
exhausted keeping face
calloused, weak
dimmed and pale
straight ahead
paralyzed
any moment now
the blur will burst
into the spectrum of my dreams
any time now
the pools will spill
i’ll find myself permeable again
left is grey
right is blind
here I stand
here I stay
calm, collected
silvery still
unable
unwilling
to move
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| Time: | 1:34 am. |
| Mood: |  apathetic. |
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wrote a bunch of emo poetry today. refrained from doing whatever it was i had planned to do. oh well.
i think my favorite thing in the whole world is the sound of an acoustic guitar.
who needs the paparazzi, i've got you.
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Wednesday, March 26th, 2003
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| Time: | 11:58 am. |
| Mood: |  bitchy. | | Music: | haste the day. |
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i will rejoice and be glad...
in what?
razor hate rushes like blood
in a wound
the thickest gauze would reveal it still
if the greatest of these is love, i am not great by any means
not today
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