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open air. [28 Nov 2005|07:15pm]
[ mood | drained ]

i listened to the end of story cd today. every song made me laugh. those were some good times.



i hope everyone had a nice thanksgiving. i was lucky enough to spend it with 11 other people. and i cooked a fine turkey, if i do say so myself. and some good pumpkin cheesecake from what i hear.






i miss her. there's something about someone else seeing my cry that creates a bond between me and that person. i don't let many people see me cry because i think it's weak, and to let myself be that open with another person says a lot about how i see them. plus 5 years of friendship doesn't hurt either. i just hope she's really happy in the future. i know that she's happy now, i just hope that happiness continues throughout her life. no matter what either of us has said about the other, or what feelings are harbored, she's a good person and i hope nothing but the best for her and her family.

i feel like i've been holding that in for too long. it feels nice to get it out there.




well kids, have a good one.

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[02 Mar 2005|02:31pm]
I remember it well
the first time that I saw
your head 'round the door
'cause mine stopped working

I remember it well
there was wet in your hair
I just stood and stared
and time stopped moving

want you here tonight
want you here
'cause I can't believe what I've found
want you here tonight
want you here
nothing is taking me down, down, down

I remember it well
taxied out of a storm
to watch you perform
and my ships were sailing

I remember it well
I stood in your line
and you mouth, your mouth, your mind

want you here tonight
want you here
'cause I can't believe what I've found
want you here tonight
want you here
nothing is taking me down, down, down

except you my love
except you my love




new cell phone #-529-3044. if you'd care to call.

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you can keep your black tounge i found at the mortuary [26 Jan 2005|08:53pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

let's do this like a prison break i wanna see you scream and shake

i love the yeah yeah yeahs.

boy you just a stupid bitch and girl you just a no good dick

i'm so completely bored.

we're high in the back room gonna have a pack soon

wish i was high right now.

uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh uuhhh huh

i'm being driven crazy by my mother because of my sister's wedding.

i ran out of black tounge lyrics.

i ate too much chinese food today.

then i had a conversation with barbie about how much sushi sucks.

i don't care how cool/boho it is.

it tastes like ass.

if you cook something, it tastes better people. i swear.

can't wait for the new tori cd to come out.

or the tour that she hasn't posted dates for.

bitch.

i don't want to work anymore.

can somebody read this journal entry and give me a shitload of money?

i'd really appreciate it.

i think if i had tons of money i would stop smoking.

red wine is the devil.

so is scotch.

i'm still bored.

and i'm sure i'm boring you too.

too bad.

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new way of thinking? FUCK THAT. [26 Jan 2005|02:06am]
[ mood | pissed off ]

my priest says you ain't savin' no souls
my father says you ain't makin' any money
my doctor says you just took it to the limit
and here i stand with this sword in my hand

YOU CAN SAY IT ONE MORE TIME
what you don't like
LET ME HEAR IT ONE MORE TIME THEN
have a seat while i
TAKE TO THE SKY


i am so FUCKING sick of people. large groups of people that i don't know. stupid people. people that call my coporate and tell them that i was smoking weed in the marshalls parking lot so they can piss me off and get a $300 fucking "reward" for making up complete bullshit and almost getting me fired and putting me on probation. FUCK MARSHALLS.

i leave for michigan on sunday for my sister's wedding. yay! now i have the opportunity to be critisized by my extensive family, take on a bunch of tedious wedding favor tasks, explain 50 times to my various drunk aunts and uncles that i am in fact not stephanie or a lesbian, and get yelled at for wanting to talk to my boyfriend everyday. whoo! FUCK WEDDINGS.

friday becky and i are throwing a birthday party for joey. he turns 23 on saturday. i bought him a comforter. are we already at that stage where we stop buying each other nice things and start buying them practical things? joey got extra money on his paycheck and told me he was going to buy me something nice, then bought me a sweater because i needed it for michigan. not that i didn't like it, or didn't need it, it's just weird. we already act like an old married couple. people tell us that all the time. FUCK...umm, Joey? hehehehehe. done.

it's 2 am. i am kind of tired. so bye.

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TIME TO STOP FEELING SORRY FOR YOURSELF [31 Dec 2004|12:52pm]
[ mood | optimistic ]

i know, i know, this is so trite for a new year's eve post, but i'm going to do it anyway. it's a well needed cathartic effect for all. this year is going to be better. and i say this because i have to. if i don't say this and i don't think it and believe it to be true, i think i might lose my mind. this year is going to be better for the following reasons:

-i am alive. no car accident, attempted assault and rape, or poverty can keep me down. i am still alive, and just try to stop me.

-my family is alive. i am grateful and lucky that i haven't lost anyone in my family that is close to me.

-i didn't kill, maim, or seriously injure someone else in that car accident or in any other instance.

-my sister is getting married february 4th.

-my niece is the cutest thing to ever walk this planet. this is just a fact that i wanted to put in.

-my friends still love me. and i still love them. thank you friends. you're scrumtrelescent.

-i still have a job.

-my mom's insurance will pay for her car, the other car, and give my mom $2600 for a new car. plus no one in the other car wants to prosecute. thank god.

-joey. joey is my llyod dobber. i love him to death, and wouldn't dream of being with anyone else for the rest of my life. it has been said that we're going to get married, but we have decided to wait a couple years so we can get some money saved up and so he can afford to buy me the ring that i want. my mother has already started to plan. ugh.

so, that's it. and i've decided to be an optimist from now on. if i ever start to feel sorry for myself i will think of these things. and if one of these things changes, i will add another to the list. and though i haven't been a very religious person, nor do i care to be, i would like to thank god and myself for all of the above things. i am a very lucky and blessed person.

and i may sound like i should be writing for a hallmark card, but i don't care.

sometimes when you're in a rut, all you need to change is the way you think.

Hold your head up you silly girl
Look what you've done
When you find yourself in the thick of it
Help yourself to a bit of what is all around you
Silly girl
Take a good look around you
Take a good look you're bound to see
That you and me
Were meant to be
For each other
You silly girl

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i got this email today... [01 Dec 2003|08:36pm]
[ mood | enthralled ]

okay KALI.
Their reply was:
Subject: go die.
who the fuck do you think you are you stupid fucking cunt? eat shit and back the fuck off.

hahaha, MY LIFE IS NOW COMPLETE! RIGHTEOUS!

hmm, should i start some livejournal drama with the infamous kali armstrong?

first of all, yeah, it was about her. shoot me. i don't know her well but i thought that comment ("i died today") was extremely overdramatic. and i'm not even the one who started it. and jay, don't lie, you said you died because that is the ULTIMATE emo thing to say. that phrase just wrapped up an entire wave of kids who felt sorry for themselves, when they really didn't need to. and i don't know what certain people go through in their lives, true, but some people have gone through a lot worse and don't have such a negative outlook on life. so sorry to all of kali's friends out there. i'm just not sure we mesh.

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[26 Nov 2003|07:36pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

okay, so reading the comments in brandi's journal, i have come to this conclusion:

sarah is right. drama never ceases. it goes on until you're about 80 years old and realize that you don't have much time left until you die. so then you start more drama. it's a fact of life kids, just as people breathe and eat, so do they argue and hate and dislike. it's not just elementary school, it's not just middle school, it's not just high school, and it's not just college. it's EVERYWHERE. it's just that at different levels and ages of your life, drama is dealt with differently. what people percieve as a child or young adult is that adults don't have drama, because adults are mature. FUCK WHAT YOU'VE LEARNED. i have not met a single mature adult to date. by human and social standards NO ONE is mature. you can mature by taking on more and more responsibility, but that still doesn't mean you're so inhumanly composed that you don't argue and feel dislike or hate towards a thing or person. adults usually just use sarcasm and keep themselves composed whenever there's a problem inbetween people. they just smile and say something nasty to each other, so that means it's okay and that they're "mature" when they're doing the exact same thing they did in school except in a different way.

i know that some of you hate confrontation, and that's fine with me, i don't like it either. but i'm not going to criticize someone just because they have the balls to actually stand up for themselves. i know if i were in the same situation, if i were mad enough, i would do the same thing. i think the people that are saying stop the drama are just creating more of it.

on that note, let's drop the WHOLE subject.

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you know you're a loser when... [26 Jul 2003|05:42pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]

you watch a comedy special and write down all the funny jokes.

I hear voices but they're Spanish, so I don't know what they're saying. I wish one of them would get a job. They're my voices, so it's okay.

I would never be on Trading Spaces. You have to trust your friends to decorate your house in your best interest. They always have these flamboyant designers going, "Okay, I'm thinking circus tent. Will he like that?"
"Yeah! He'll love it! Why don't you put dirt on the ground so the ponies feel more at home?"
"Yes! We're under budget!"

The closest thing I had to the birds and bees talk was when my dad was cooking breakfast one morning.
"Sex is like an egg."
"Don't you mean drugs, dad?"
"Shut up queer."
"Why is everyone saying that?"
"What you want to do is get the bed nice and warm. Then you crack her over the head. Yeah, and when the time is right, you flip her over. You don't want to get too excited or you'll end up with yellow stuff all over the bacon."

One day I was in the movie theater and this guy answers his phone in the middle of the movie! And then he talks really loud! I said, "Shut up!" and he said, "Mind your own business!" So then I got really mad and was about to punch him when I looked down at my bracelet. What would Jesus do? So I lit him on fire and sent him to hell. I felt much better aftewards.

I want to see a game show that has millionaires that play with their own money, and no one wins money, they just lose it. The game will end when someone loses all their money. And it will be called Haha, Now You're Poor!

so basically, i'm a loser. and you know you wish you were as cool as i am. i'm starting to write my own semi-autobiographical novel. i have like 100 words so far. it'll be a bestseller.

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we are made to fight and fuck and talk and fight again and sit around and laugh until we choke [25 Jul 2003|06:09pm]
[ mood | bitchy ]

i am addicted to cigarettes. badly. you never realize you're addicted to something until you think that you're never going to have it again, and then you flip out. you start getting really bitchy, and you bug people for it. i swear, no one should smoke. not because you'll die or anything, no, but because it's addictive. i wonder what would happen if the production of cigarettes stopped. i think i would die. and then it would be an overcharged illegal drug that about 100 million people would buy. it's that addictive. at least, to me it is. and it's great how people say they can quit whenever they want, they just don't want to. haha, even if i wanted to, i couldn't. i stress too much to give it up i think, well, not now. maybe further down the road. can you tell i haven't had a cigarette all day? i ramble and bitch and i'm tired and i hate everything. and i'm praying that i can scrape up some money for some goddamn fags.

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you have made me smile again, in fact i might be sore from it, it's been a while [24 Jul 2003|09:36pm]
[ mood | happy ]

today i finally saw pirates of the carribbean with jay. yay! that was the greatest movie. it has rekindled my love with johnny depp. yep, it took me back to those 21 jump street days back in the 80's.

my sister leaves for michigan tomorrow, and i'm probably leaving next weekend. because i'm going to have a niece! i still can't believe it. it's so weird to me.

i'm stuck inbetween two things, being happy and being sad. but, don't worry about it. i'm more happy than sad. and life seems to be looking up again.

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PCC is the devil. [23 Jul 2003|08:18pm]
[ mood | complacent ]

i had to change my schedule again today. the guy who gave me my scholarship called last night and told me that i had to take all my classes on the winterhaven campus. and he gave me 4 other classes to take. i ended up having to drop psychology and music appreciation. i had to re-register at 8am and it only took me like 2 minutes. then my mom and i went to denny's and i had a really bad panic attack. i always feel like something really bad is going to happen after a panic attack. and it bothers me because that feeling never went away today. it's hiding at the bottom of my stomach. and i've been feeling really shitty lately. but thanks to brandi and jay, i'm a little more at ease. brandi is the best! dandelion brandi! dandelion forever. and jay, you're the best. whenever i'm down, you're there for me. i'm so lucky to know you, you have no idea. heartx10!

anyways, radiohead is the greatest. :)

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i feel the earth move under my feet i feel the sky tumbilin down [22 Jul 2003|05:25pm]
[ mood | crappy ]

today was another viewing into hell. my CPT scores were so bad that i have to take 2 remedial math classes. and then i found out that my scholarship doesn't cover books or lab fees. i'm fucked. but i'm excited. shay and i have 2 classes together. psych and college comp. yay! ben, you were supposed to come with us, but we couldn't get in contact with you. and i heard that you hadn't slept for a while anyways.

things seem to be falling apart lately. i don't know what it is, but it's like certain bonds are loosening. and that is teh suck. everything was looking up and then suddenly, everything's looking crooked. i want to fix them, but i don't know how. i just wish i could be everything everyone wants. i wish i could be that way.

sorry, i'm just so angry and depressed for some reason...

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point me towards the bad guys. [21 Jul 2003|10:27pm]
[ mood | sore ]

today was the seventh circle of hell, thank you very much. Shayla and i were at PCC for about 6 and a half hours. waiting. for an advisor.

and now my sister fits into a size 8. perfect. makes me feel good. bitch.

and i must venture back to the dreaded PCC campus to register. buh...

so, call me. i won't be bored then. and i might just have your babies if you do.

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Jerry? [19 Jul 2003|05:54pm]
[ mood | confused ]

i found out today that a "jerry" tried to get in contact with me. and i don't know a jerry. i've never met a jerry. who is jerry? and what does he want with me? jerry, if you're out there man, how about i get to know you first before you start calling.

but, i went to woodpecker today and got a tori amos cd single, crucify with smells like teen spirit, winter, angie, and thank you on it. i've been looking for it for years. and i got a ben folds five cd. the unauthorized biography...yeah. it kicks! i also went into party city and saw calli, london, katie, the chris', and buh...amanda. it was CGN times. then i went home and learned how to play angie and narcolepsy by ear on the piano. fun.

i think i'm going to stop by target today and see if i can find gabe. i haven't seen that kid in ages! he's the greatest! i envy apple for being in his presence twice this summer...

but i was walking my dog today and i passed the cow gate where steven and i used to meet. and i got really sad. in the back of my mind i knew his last words to me for a long time were...of course there are computers in london. it's not ancient times there or anything.

i'm missing a lot of people who live away from me lately...

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i can't get this song out of my head... [17 Jul 2003|05:52pm]
[ mood | indescribable ]

she can't tell me that all of the love songs have been written,
'cause she's never been in love with you before.

your skin smells lovely like sandalwood.
your hair falls soft like animals.
i'm tryin' to keep cool, but everyone likes you.

i want to kiss the back of your neck,
the top of your spine where your hair hits,
and gnaw on your fingertips and fall asleep,
i'll talk you to sleep.

but i'll be the one, i will have chosen.

i'm tryin' to keep cool, but everyone here likes you
i'm not the only one.

your skin smells lovely like sandalwood.
your hair falls soft like animals,
and nothing else matters to me.

she can't tell me that all of the love songs have been written,
'cause she's never been in love with you before.

your hand,
so hot,
burns a hole in
my hand.
i wanted to show you.


yeah, so my grandparents are back which means i have to go home which means no more computer. sorry guys. i might stay until my cousin leaves, and then i'll have to go to michigan. i'll update and tell you, k?

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ughhhhh.... [16 Jul 2003|02:02pm]
I didn't feel the need to specify that it was Henry Rollins, just so you guys know. I knew that all of you would understand...

LOOK, I'M ON A LOT OF MUSCLE RELAXANTS, OKAY? I CHANGED IT. ARE YOU HAPPY SMART ASSES? AND NOW I CAN'T LOOK AT MYSELF IN THE MIRROR! THANKS KEVIN!

::cries in the corner because she's so emo::

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YEAH!!!! [15 Jul 2003|09:21pm]
I am 66% Punk Rock

The intelligent punk. Tuff and Smart. I may be able to maintain a train of thought long enough... What the fuck was I talking about?

Take the Punk Rock Test at fuali.com

this is like, the coolest shit ever. I AM HENRY ROLLINS! I KNOW EVERYTHING THERE IS TO KNOW ABOUT MUSIC! I PLAY DEMEANING POLICE CHEIFS IN MOVIES BUT ACTUALLY HATE THE POLICE. IT'S ONLY BECAUSE I LOOK LIKE I CAN KICK ANYONE'S ASS.

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she lays down her head to cry and says a prayer [14 Jul 2003|09:05pm]
[ mood | blah ]

Angela came by today! YAY! she's gone through some bad times, but i'm always there for her. i hope that she goes through some better times. i really do. she's my best friend.

it's amazing how muscle relaxants make you feel drunk for about 15 minutes.

i'm talking to my sister stephanie, she kicks so much ass! rejects from 1984...she makes me laugh.

ughh, it sucks that you don't live in ltown...

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i hate hospitals. they smell like old people. [13 Jul 2003|09:44pm]
[ mood | giggly ]

i woke up this morning and decided to tell my mom and dad about last night. so my mom freaks and leaves work to take me to the hospital. so i argue with her, but we end up going, and i'm there for like 5 hours. i had to get a CAT scan because they said i might've had a brain contusion. i didn't though. but i have to take 1500 milligrams of muscle relaxants 4 times a day. i'm gonna be pretty wasted for the next 3 days. well, gotta go.

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blame it on the rain... [12 Jul 2003|11:44pm]
[ mood | shocked ]

yeah, so on the way to winn dixie, mir's car fishtailed and hit another car on the driver's side. it was so scary. thank god ben was following us. i hit my head really hard and mir's legs are all bruised. the guy driving the other car couldn't move his neck in case of neck injury. we stood outside for like, i don't know, an hour? and hour and a half? and it was raining and i was cold and i couldn't stop shaking. then this lady that was helping out came up to me and was like, "are you sheri? jonathan wants to see you. he's in the car."
i didn't know who she was talking about, so i just went over to the van and when i saw that it was jonathan f. i was on the verge of tears. this kid is awesome. he's my brother. he helped me a lot today, and i probably would've cried if he wasn't there. thanks for the backrub man. ughh, all my muscles hurt. i'm pretty mentally exhausted as well. i think i'll rest.

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