| well- its official |
[Aug. 28th, 2005|04:25 pm] |
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| |  crazy | ] |
i'm old now...
i feel old now.
i'm officially 17 as of yesterday, and i'm getting my licence tomorrow [hopefully].
i've technically been a senior since graduation, but i only start ot feel it now.
all my senior friends are gone to college. its crazy that now that they are gone they talk to me more... i guess its a good thing- but somewhat ironic too. i dont miss them yet- not in the way where i'm crying or anything- i just feel a little empty spot when i hang out with "the group" because its not really the "group" anymore...
i never really liked that label in the first place... because i dont believe that you can put labels on friends, and i felt thike we were so exclusive, but now that half of us are gone its like we are isolated. that doesnt make sense i know- but it doesnt really matter anyway.
i dont see the big deal. i'll be seeing them in a month- and then they'll leave and i will see them in a month again- and then again when i go down to the tournament... a month really isnt that long at all, ive dont it before- we all have- everyone just makes some huge deal about this but its not some huge deal.
but i'm not trying to be like "oh i dont miss them" b/c i obviously do or i wouldnt be writing this entry- but whatever- its hard to convey exactly what it is i'm thinking.
i'm old... its weird... its going to be more weird next year when i am leaving everyone i grew up with. but we wont think about that now- will we.
hahaha- i'm so scared for my road test!!! BAH i'm probably going to fail miserably.
oh well- i dont really deserve to drive anyway.
ps- i have a car! its HIDEOUSa burgandy red '91 volvo. its amazingly vintage.. i am trying to decide wat to name him:: vintage, rin tin tin, pos [pronounced poz, stands for pile of shit], or the uglymobile.
suggestions anyone??
this is basically my car- except its a dark red- more brown ish colored,
http://www.autoworksinc.com/media/vehicles/cars/f_91vol1.gif
jsut go to that link to see it.
well i'm gonna stop talking now b/c i have nothing else to say really... bye yall |
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| Procrastination [clap.clap.clap] 64 |
[May. 26th, 2005|06:36 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sleepy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | I dont wanna be. [its on the radio- is that the name of it?) | ] |
h'okay- so.
i have nothing to say.
my math teacher asked me where i was yesterday.
i was in class. i said "umm, sitting in class?"
my teacher says "no, i mean mentally"
OUCH- so yeah apparently my teacher thought i was way out of it yesterday- meh, i was tired, but fine.
she asked me about 4 times today if i was okay.... i dont really understand... i mean- granted my hair looked like absolute SHIT, but i didnt think i looked so bad that people had to make sure i wasnt ill.
hahahahha
anyway
rehearsal time... kinda, not really- when is mommy getting home? |
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| Apparently my Love Situation |
[May. 11th, 2005|02:50 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Wise Up | ] |
The Keys to Your Heart
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You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free. |
In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you. |
You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy. |
You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance. |
Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets. |
Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. |
You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred. |
In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 4th, 2005|05:08 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Such Great Heights | ] |
"Such Great Heights"
I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay
And true, it may seem like a stretch, but
Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
Head when you're away when I am missing you to death
When you are out there on the road for
Several weeks of shows and when you scan
The radio, I hope this song will guide you home
They will see us waving from such great
Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away,
'come down now,' but we'll stay...
I tried my best to leave this all on your
Machine but the persistent beat it sounded
Thin upon listening
And that frankly will not fly. You will hear
The shrillest highs and lowest lows with
The windows down when this is guiding you home |
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| oh mah gah |
[May. 3rd, 2005|04:24 pm] |
soooo- mommy blocked me from blogger and xanga... so its time for an update on THI!
this is basically for silliness and the like- so get out my random ramblings, like my fascination with the letter f. i hate that letter... its so "f"ucking annoying to write. and i LOVE "m"s.... so i make sense, right??
i am a normal person- i promise- but normal people have thoughts that are dumb right??
mehahhahahaha
i have a rehearsal for patricks show tonight.
i basically do nothing- but its cool because i get to hang out with Meghan and Kelli and Patrick [and ben, but not tongiht]
right now i am eating wheat thins and chedder cheese. but the chedder cheese is white, not yellow- so its bad.
wow- i didnt know i could write so much about nothing.
procrastination is an amazing skill... but it also completely fucks me over a lot... tehehe- for example, this paper that was due 2 weeks ago....
but i keep getting extensions... yayyy
so who votes for michele to keep writing?
VETO!
i'll be akc some more to write about nothing- and no one with read it.
and since no one will read it- i'll say this: in health class today i wrote a song. except- the song has no notes written- just lyrics. and therefore it is a poem. but i have notes in my head- so its a song... and its about the walk we (aka most of the cast) took at 5:15 sunday morning when the sun was rising.
it [the song/poem] sucks... but it took my mind off of talking about suicide. hhmm, something about Mr. Poppy teaching about people killing themselves just doesnt make me want to listen.
you know what song i miss?? THIS ONE:
my name is poppy
poppy doppy
loppy poppy doppy loppy,
i dont remember it- ben made it up in 9th grade...
so umm... has anyone noticed that the passing of grades from 1-5 and from 6-8 and from 9-12 is just totally different??? Where did my sophomore year go??? i feel like it was just a blop on the ground that i stepped over.
I MAKE NO SENSE!!!!!
SHAPOOPIEEEEE [yes- i only said that b/c it has the word poopie in it... whats the big deal? you wanna start soemthing?]
i'm leaving.. CHOW ["ciao" psshh- spanish is so over rated] |
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| WOW- here goes another one |
[Apr. 28th, 2005|01:13 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  omfg the show | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Some 70's mix my dad left in the CD player | ] |
i have a xanga, a blogger, a live journal- whats next?!?!?!
i'm just doing this b/c i have a lab due today (its 1:15 in the morning??- ew) and i dont wanna do it any more.
~mishgy |
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