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Devious Journal Entry

Sat Feb 9, 2008, 9:44 PM
  • Mood: Defeated
  • Listening to: "Shallow Means, Deep Ends" Cursive
  • Reading: shit
  • Watching: shit
  • Playing: shit
  • Eating: shit
  • Drinking: shit
I'm not over you and I wish I was.

I'm hating this....I'm hating it....

life

Mon Feb 4, 2008, 1:22 PM
  • Mood: High
  • Listening to: "Shallow Means, Deep Ends" Cursive
  • Drinking: silver rum
sucks.

and i need close friends more than ever. Every friend that I have ever gotten close to has moved away and all the guy friends I've gotten really close with (as friends) have ended up thinking of me as sexually attractive and girlfriend material, and things ALWAYS go so sour from there.

fuck.

and this silver rum! tastes like shit!!

If only I had money...

Fri Jan 18, 2008, 4:34 PM
  • Mood: Joy
  • Listening to: "green eyes" by damien rice
  • Watching: cartoons
  • Playing: heroes V
  • Drinking: cuban coffee
I really need to get out of here.

A Cid

Tue Jun 12, 2007, 9:16 AM
  • Mood: Joy
  • Listening to: The Postal Service
  • Reading: Hippie
  • Watching: Candy
  • Playing: Snood
  • Drinking: Double-shot, 20 oz mocha/ no whip cream
it was amazing. and i have more.

counting down the days until the tonasket barter fair. its going to be the best weekend ever of this year
:D

Prom 2007

Sun May 6, 2007, 2:13 PM
  • Mood: Fear
  • Listening to: Rage Against the Machine
  • Reading: The River Runs Through It
  • Drinking: Monster Energy Drink
So I looked the best I ever have in my life last night (today is the second best of looking good ;) ) It was the usual smell of prom-sweat and booze.

Ripped it up before dinner, after dinner and before prom, and then after prom. drank some margartias, went home.. i was much confused

today my brother and dad pretty much got into a fist fight. it started with my brother throwing punches and kicking. it ended with my dad throwing him against the wall, and my brother crying in his room. all because my brother wouldn't work like he said he would for the 200 dollars my parents forked out for him for prom..

my brother is so ungrateful. The only reason I get out of working at my house is because I have a job, and when im not working, im doing some sort of homework . blah

well i really dont feel like typing, especially with long nails, so i will just leave it at that.

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