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Wednesday, May 16th, 2007
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Well my computer is back in action, so that is loverly. I'm officially donw with school and stuff for the semester so that is even better.
Last friday I got drunk with Adam's friends without Adam, and that was weird. He was at prom (yes he is 20 years old, but some girl asked him to go as a favor) so I went to Lyndsays birthday party and got pretty drunk. I really did not like the people there. Adam was there in the beginning and then came back in his tux! So cute. Ahhh. Anyway. So by 10pm I had called him and he wasn't coming back for another 45 min so I just left. Then I went to the bar with my friend Jill and some other people. I met a kid named Ricky and he aksed me out on a date! Then I came home at 2am and called Adam (like an idiot) and he wouldn't come over even though he said he would. It was basically a screamfest. I'm an asshole.
Next morning he calls me and wakes me up at 9am with a "goodmorning sweetheart" and he wasn't even mad about my being a bitch. Haha. I love how he lets me do that to him. He went to the cape that night and whatever. He was supposed to hang out with me Sunday night and he didn't. I saw him at work Monday and he was sooo cute. Tonight was supposed to be my date with Ricky. I cancelled on Ricky. I told Adam about all this Ricky stuff and I told him I was cancelling because of him. I like Adam, and while he isn't my boyfriend and we aren't dating, he is still the reason I don't want to date anyone else. This freaked Adam out, but whatever. I'm over it. He knows he knows how I feel and none of this information should be a surprise to him. We're supposed to hang out with Pam tonight, but I have a feeling he has better things to do. Long story short? I want to hang out with him but I haven't in sooo long. Blah.
So I told Ricky my reason for cancelling is that my grandfather is in the hospital. This is a true statement. I went home yesterday and spent most of my day in the fucking car just cause I had to pick up my sister, then go home, do errands, bring my sister back, then come back here. Basically yes, its stressful. I just don't need the stress of a first date AND a new boy in my life. And I like Adam.
My grandfather's still in the hospital, his white blood cells are low cause of chemo and radiation, so they obviously aren't going to send an 82 year old man home like that, so he's being observed there for now. Yucky. He should be fine.
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Not the best night. Long story short. Accompanied Justin and Marissa on their date. Dragged Greer and Eric along. Eh. And Marissa and Justin were fine, but not very flirty. Afterwards, Marissa said she would have bne more flirty, had I not been "Watching" her the whole time.
Gag. Well, the only reason I'd be watchign them, honestly, was because I was excited for her...I WANTED them to get along, you know? And I think it's pretty conceded of her to assume I was "watching" them because she made it sound like I'm jealous.
And maybe I'm a little jealous, because I'm lonely, but it has nothing personally to do with her. AND IT WOULDN'T MAKE ME RUIN THEIR FUN OR "WATCH THEM". Anyway.
MottsAppleJuice: Marissa tells me she "loves" you
DX BMX: wtf
DX BMX: who says that
MottsAppleJuice: lol
MottsAppleJuice: well i mean
MottsAppleJuice: she says that about lots of people
MottsAppleJuice: she means she likes you a lot as a person
DX BMX: i imagine
MottsAppleJuice: but i get all jealous
MottsAppleJuice: when people are like "That garrett is so nice"
MottsAppleJuice: im like...wellll i have a special bond with him
DX BMX: hahha
MottsAppleJuice: lol
DX BMX: yea u do
DX BMX: ur my fav
DX BMX: but shhhh
MottsAppleJuice: haha
MottsAppleJuice: yay
DX BMX: seriously i wanna tell marrissa that u have nothin to do wit her and justin
DX BMX: it was her fault she wasnt bein flirty not urs
MottsAppleJuice: i know...
Yessss, we've all grown to love Garrett. =D
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Thursday, November 21st, 2002
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The funeral was today. ( You don't have to read this part, but I'd be glad if you did. )
I didn't really cry at the funeral. My sisters were balling during the wake (The wake was at 10, the funeral at 11). I kinda teared up during the service. But not really crying. Then after I just layed on Hannah and she layed on me. Poor Hannah. She's only 12, guys. Sigh. Then we went to the cemetary, and I kinda teared up a bit more. Held it in though. Everyone kept saying I was the strong one. Right.
I feel asleep at the "reception" or whatver it is. Then I woke up. Then I went to good ole Stop and Shop. And yeah...you see above.
Lindsay got into a car accident on her way back to New York just now. She rolled under a tractor trailer. The car was totaled. She's fine. The truck driver pumped his brakes to stop, so that saved her. If he had just slammed them, he would have drove over her and...I can't even think about it.
And...my Gramma is dead. And I'm still waiting for it to hit me. I suck.
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Thursday, September 26th, 2002
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Work sucks tonight. Kat yelled at me for being 3 minutes late. Ans then by accident I took at 25 minute break so she yelled at me then. I honestly have no perception of time, whatsoever. (Hayley, what time is it? "Late" THATS RIGHT IT IS! ...-after break-... What time did you go on break "Like...:31 maybe..." Well I DON'T GET A TWENTY FIVE MINUTE BREAK SO YOUUU CERTAINLY DON'T EITHER!)
And I'm so stressed its insane, I'm like, "Fine, Kat" Sheesh. And Dan came in, and I was messing up something up and I was mad and he walked by and he's like "Well. Hayley looks happy!" It was so cute. He was with his friend cuz he was getting his paycheck. He talked to me while with his friend!!! He's not embarrassed to know me!!! *dies* I just said "Oh, yeah." Ehhh. This was after Kat had yelled at me.
What else. I talked to Jonathon. He's cool. I don't have to like hunt him down, he'll look at me before I look at him. I'm like "Heyyyy Jonnnnnnnn!" Ha. it's fun. He was like the only good person there tonight. Except Amy. She's ok. =)
I patched things up with Shane. So that's good.
Oh, yeah, Kat keeps calling me "Smiley". I don't enjoy being made fun of. She's like "Hey smiley, wanna shut down and go home?" I'm like "Yeeeessss!" and I DO smile. But she acts like I'm the most fucking depressed person there. Okay, maybe I am, but I'm not THAT bad. I'm just easily frustrated. Ehhh. Maybe she does mean I'm smiley? I honestly have no fucking idea because I have highs and lows depending on the company that surrounds me at each point in time. And like I'll smile at Jonathon and Chris and Dan and like Amy and Monique and sometimes Matt and Kim most of the time. And I'm nice to customers. I just get tired. God dammit. Die Kat, die.
I'm writing here too much.
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Wednesday, September 25th, 2002
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Half day today. Got out at 10:15.
John from school (not one leg guy) told me I'm just angry. THANK YOU I didn't notice when I cry about it constantly. Ugh. <--Oh yeah, he said I'm mean sarcastic too. Thanks again.
Christina says she thinks Travis and Abbey are going out. Erica was like "Didn't you tell her he's dirty?" I knowwww.
Oh yeah, I tried to correct the whole situation with Abbey being late by going to my parents. But, we should all know by now, that Abbey is a manipulative little bitch. I told my parents to talk to her, I left to get my pictures, I came back and my father starting screaming at me for yelling at Abbey in front of her friends. Okay, I'm sorry for reacting to yet another situation when I'm stepped on purposely. By my own sister. So, of course (as my father says), Abbey won't be late anymore, if I don't yell at her. That makes no sense. How bout, I won't yell at her, if she isn't late?
My goddd, I shouldn't get in trouble for this shit, but I told you, she's manipulative. So while I cried all day yesterday, she sat content thinking she got the best of me. If only anyone knew all the shit that happened yesterday, they'd know Abbey is just the tip of the iceberg.
I miss my Gram. And my cousins. I haven't seen my cousins in weeks, because I always work when we go over there. Oyyy. I think I'm gonna go se Gram now. =)
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Thursday, September 12th, 2002
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Guess what... you've got a secret admirer!
Want to find out who? Just go to http://www.CrushLink.com
Email address: yelyah85@aol.com
Invitation code: haa not telling
Make sure you enter in this information
exactly as shown above.
See you soon!
Sincerely,
The Crush Master
ATTENTION: This is not a gimmick. Someone (probably someone near you right now) has expressed a romantic interest in you. Don't hesitate. Find out who it is, and see if you're a match! It could change your life!
I don't care who's messing with me, I just want to know WHO dammit. Oh yeah, I sent a crushlink to like EVERYONE so I could get hints, so just disregard it when you get one. Or just enter my email, and we can make a loooove connection Rawr. Anyway. I just want to know whooo. It's probably one of you guys. Rofl. Note me with random email adresses so I can get hints! All I know it that they are 16-20 and their first as well as their last name has less than 7 letters. So, that's like, everyoneeee. *dies* Not many people know ym emaillll. *overreacts* If its you who sent it, and you are just trying to get hints, tell me because I'm going nuts. Just note me with some random emails! Woo!
*off to work*
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Tuesday, August 27th, 2002
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I realized last night, that if all goes well this year (which is should...duh) then my senior year bare minimum of classes will be:
US History II (full year)
Gym (Half year/two days a week)
English Reading Course (half year)
And...that's it. All my requirements are finished with those 3 classes.. How weird is that? I mean, yeah, of course I'll take more. I'll take a science and a math so I can feel cool. And probably continue with Spanish. And take an extra History course maybe. And an art class maybe. That's a about it, though. It feels good, mannnn.
Of course, this year is gonna hit me hard with all the shiet I'm taking, but oh well. I don't start til next weeeek. Yay. Well, I guess I'll wait for Emily and Chelsey now. I can't wait to hear about their first daysssss.
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Thursday, August 1st, 2002
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Wrong way on a run way trackkk, seems like I should be getting somewhereeee, somehow I'm neither here nor thereeee.
Stolen from Livvy:
IN A POTENTIAL MATE:
169. Best eye color: Eh. Blue, I guess. Not bluer than mine, though! That's rude.
170. Tall or short: I don't really have a choice do I? Eh, under 6 feet, I'd hope. lol
171. Skinny or built: I have a new found love of pecs! But I don't like big arms, so I'd say skinny but with a semi-nice chest. =D
172. Pale or tan: Doesn't matter. Actually. Pale. Because I look SOOO pale next to a tan guy. Dude the Cyrus picture makes me look like a ghost!
173. Hairy or smooth: Eh. Not too hairy.
174. Big or dainty hands: Well you know what they say about big hands...*cough* Nah, I have extra tiny hands, so his shouldn't be too big.
175. Best conversation subject: Eh, mostly music. But there shouldn't be anything we CAN'T talk about.
176. Religion: I don't care. Can't be too religious.
177. Outgoing or not: Eh. Enough so that the person doesn't have to be the center of attention all the time. It's okay to be quiet.
178. Hair color: I've never had a thing for blondes...I like brown or black I guessss.
179. Athletic, artsy, or intelligent: Artsy, not too much...intelligent? Well, he doesn't have to be Einstein, but I dunno, if all he does is grunt, that's retarded.
180. Describe a brief statement of your perfect mate: =) I don't know. You just gotta click with someone ya knowwww. Sometimes we hate the people that are perfect for us.
181. Does god exist: On good days. :)
182. Does life have a divine purpose: LoL, I hope he doesn't have a strong opinion on that.
183. How strongly is society based on looks: Unfortunately, very strongly. Most of the time. But beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Ooh. *just described Tim* Somewhat. *cough* But wait! I have REAL Tim news. I "need" Warped info. Locally. So I asked Shane and he's never been, so I'm like "Hmm, do you have Timmy's s/nnnn?" And he said he didn't want to sort through names. So eh. So I told Shane to tell Tim to i/m me next time they talkkkk. *dies* Okay, we know Tim won't do it. *feels like Casey* Casey gave me his number and bragged to everyone that I was gonna call. I don't want to act that wayyyy. Tim won't i/m me, but eh, I half-tried.
(I just saw my mood thing and didn't get ittt. Now I do! Curiosity killed the cat!)
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I'm officially going to Warpedddd with Katie and Ericaaaa. Whoopeeee.
Lindsay's home. I hate her. I hate her. I seriously can't stand how my family acts around her. Loud and obnoxious. Can't stand it. Can't fucking stand it. Go home!
But Emily and Erica are making me feel better. Because they're fun to talk to!
But I'm way stressing because I haven't gotten my period yet this month. And I'm not one to openly discuss my menstrual cycle, but I'm way late, and I'm scared and stuffffff.
That's the news.
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Wednesday, July 24th, 2002
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Abbey is such a fucking bitch:
"Yeah, people only think Hayley is pretty because...she says it all the time, and people go along with it as a joke to make her feel good...but she says it so much that people start to believe it, that's all"
But hey, atleast I like this song. Listen: http://www.drivethrurecords.com/thestartinglineecard <---But don't x out of the pop-up, sillies.
Have a good night, everyone.
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Thursday, July 18th, 2002
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Last night was a funny night.
I was sitting here about 11:20 and Jill and Abbey were fighting. Nothing new. Jill wanted Abbey to get dressed so they could go to the store and buy junk food. And Abbey wouldn't do it. So Jill was like "Hayley, will you go?" so I was like fine. Whatever. (We do this all the time. Sneak out and buy stuff our parents don't let us eat. Usually, Abbey and Jill go and I'm the lookout, though.)
So me and Jill go to the bank, get some money, and I go into Cumberland Farms, and I buy pints of peanut butter icecream, and chocolate icecream, cooler ranch doritos, a diet coke, and sunflower seeds.
Same ole, same ole.
( And then it gets kind of interesting... )
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Saturday, July 13th, 2002
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Wednesday, July 10th, 2002
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I'm so...not good right now.
Anyway. I had this all planned out, but now it's like...hm, don't remember.
Well, Abbey scratched up my self-titled new found glory. That stupid fucking bitch. And no, I'm not a hypocrite. Yes, I did scratch up two of her cd's but hey, let's take a closer look. See, oh gee Ab, sorry I scratched up your cd, just steal burn another one...Oh gee Hay, sorry I scratched up your cd, just go BUY another one? I don't think so. I payed good fucking money for that, and she steals music from the artist. Jesus fucking christ. And yes, I did lie and say I didn't scratch it, but you know what? She's just a fucking bitch.
And she told me (trying to be nice, ya see) that I like New Found Glory, for the same reason she likes BSB. Uhmm, what? I was like "No, I buy the cd because they're my favorite and I know I'm going to like it, because I like them." and she's like "Oh, see..I listen to their music and I like them for their music...I don't even know what they look like..." You UGHHHHHHHH. This was like, last week, while I told her all that stuff about high school...which I regret now, I hope they all take advantage of her and she cries in her bed every night.
Okay, whatever. I don't know if the cd still works, I just know that, I left the house, with the case on my...bureau, and I come home and it's on my bed, still empty because it was in my cd player. So I was like "Oh, she's been in here, goddammit" so I check the cd player, and sure enough, scratched up. So fuck it. I didn't try it, but I'm just mad. And sad. Thats a good cd. That I paid for. That I didn't steal. I hope she dies.
And you know, I'm smart, I'm a smart kid. I know you all don't believe me, but I am smart. You can say you think I am, but it's not true to you, because you don't converse with me. I am smart. Nobody thinks I am. I'm probably smarter than most of my sisters. I really am. No one believes me. My whole family treats me like I can't put two words together. I am the most opinionated person I know. And I'm smart. I really am. I want them to tell me it.
And I want to be called pretty. Not "hot" or "cute" or "I wouldn't mind getting into your pants" or "you have a nice rack". Pretty. Just pretty. Not by you guys. By a boy. not a girl pretending to be a boy...just a boy. It'd be nice, you know? I think I'm pretty...or atleast I used to. I do sometimes. But lately, it's like...no. I've never been as insecure as I am right now...in my whole life. I don't know why.
I just want to someone to think I'm smart. And pretty. Or maybe just smart. Because that's what matters most, ya know?
"I feel so" by Boxcar Racer, is not a gramatically correct song. It should be "I wish I were.." But don't mind me.
Hey, I miss Tim a lot. I didn't for awhile, I was cool with it. But now I can't bear the mere thought of him, because it hurts. Hopefully this will go away.
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If my mood wasn't tired it would be "pissed off". Or it would have been last night, anyway.
So, I came home last night. A day early. Yes.
Okay, now I am pissed off because Jill's walks over and goes "What are you doing?" rather maliciously. And jesus, it's enough that she walks by every five seconds and *breathes*. Nevermind.
So, the cape was not fun. We're in the middle of a HEATWAVE, right? So, we left on Wednesday, and we get the van, and I'm in the back seat, and oh wait, no airconditioning, so all I can feel is SWEAT. Ugh. So we drive and drive and drive (okay, so not really, the cape is a 45 minute drive, but it seems forever in a backseat). And woo, we get to Gram's cottage, and no one was there. And my mom was like "Well, let's wait to see if they show up..." It was so hot. "Mom, you got ten minutes." so ten minutes later we head for the lot. (The lot is just that. A lot. Half of which is about 100 feet of crabgrass, and at the end of the crabgrass is marsh, and then there is water below it. But before all that there's also a big area with nice grass-dirt, and there's a picnic table, and my uncle's camper, and whatnot. Not to mention this is in the middle of the woods.) No one was there. But then people showed up.
I slept at Gram's that night. Everyone else, except Gram and Piya and my cousins Jimmy and Baby Sam slept at the lot.
I watched the Patriot. Which was good...well, okay. A few things in it were like...stupid. But it was really bloody. Ha. Heath Ledger is SO attractive, I think now. I didn't think so before I saw the movie.
Okay, so I shut that off at 2, but didn't fall asleep until 5. It was SOOOOOOOOo0o0O0oOo000oooOOOOO hot. Piya says it was the hottest night there in all the 27 years we've gone down. Well. Jimmy and Baby Sam woke me up at 8:30. So great. Idiots. After everyone came and showered, we went to the lot.
And it sucked. My dad was being a chauvenist bastard (When there are boys around he will hang out with them [fishing sailing talking etc] and he'll be like "Hayley, get me a beer" and it pisses me off. He yelled at me to go find the radio [that I didn't even know where it was because I didn't sleep there, idiot] and to not give him an attitude about it...and ugh), and Nick was being to me how Connie is to my mom (because his friend was there, and he too is a chauvenist bastard). And ugh, I was too crabby to stay.
God dammit, I got home, at almost 8 last night.
Anyway. Hey. I read entries, but I only left notes where I felt up to it. No offense.
Oh yeah, Roxy is cool because she looked up all the people on LJ from North Attleboro. =)
Love you alllll.
And oh yeah, I changed my little comment words ALL BY MYSELF. It's kinda dumb, but oh well. =)
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Wednesday, July 3rd, 2002
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Hey I'm going down the cape until friday amybe Satuday so i won't be on, sorry this is quick...so sorry. It was supposed to be longer. But my dad just walked in and, he'll yell at me to get dressed so bye! love you all!
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Okay, there are a lot of Trash references on Saves the Day's cd.
I wanna thank Jordaan for making my LJ preeetttyyyy. Thanks Jordaan!
Who is enjoying my icon?
Roxy had a fun quizzzz:
Chandler!!! My bum!!!
Eh hem. If you want explanations, go to *Katie*Holmes* on TOD. but you freaks just get the pictures. (If you already saw them, thorry to flood the friends page.)
And of course, I miss Emiline. :(
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Heeeey.
Who would have thought I'd miss everybody so soon? Who do I miss? Hmmm, Alyce, Muzz, Kathy, Tim, Shane, Tyler, Tayla, Carrie, Kaila, Monique, JT, Erica, Deanna, Gina, Sarah R, Sarah F, Becca, Heidi, Ryan, Domenic, Alnisa, Amanda, Marissa, Ronnie, Ashley and just basically everyone, everyone's antics.
I miss the entire atmosphere of school. I miss my locker. I miss going to the media center and getting books to read. I miss reading. I've been reading the perks for literally a hundred years. I need books. My mind is hungry. Grr. I need learning, I do. I want my report card, just because I know it came from school.
And you know, all in all, it was great year, minus every inconvience, it wasn't so bad. I don't know why I let myself open up to people. Last year, I didn't open up, and I didn't miss anyone. This year, people LIKED me, I LIKED people, and what does that leave me with? Feelings! Sheesh, what was I thinking?
And we all know next year is gonna suck bum because Abbey's gonna be in my school. And I had a dream last night about it. Well, not a dream, a thought before my dreams.
Abbey's good friend Ashley is Christy's cousin, and Christy is good friends with Tim, right? Yeah, so I can picture Abbey being the little tag along poser that she is, going with Ashley to talk to Christy, and Tim is just randomly there too, and he, being the nice little truck he is, introdcuing himself to Abbey, and Abbey of course falling for him, and since she's better than me, she'll eventually get him, because that's life.
And because of this thought, and because I found a burned copy of Sticks&Stones in her discman, I am now planning on killing her.
Okay, so I'm a tad psychotic, but who isn't? Tim and NFG are miiiine (to an certain extent, right?).
So I plan on making a list of people Abbey is not to go near next year. It's basically going to include my entire class. Pretty much because they are either my friends (and I get extremely pissed off when people steal my friends) or because they're dangerous (drug-wise and all) or because of both reasons. And the thing is, I CAN associate with such dangerous people, because I have strong beliefs, and I have self-control. And I don't think Abbey really is the same way. I think she'd do anything to be in "in" especially in high school. And I really, as a sister, do not want that to happen to her.
And there's this thing, where the freshman girls (for self-esteem purposes, and just to feel "up there") go out with Junior guys. Any Junior guy really, it doesn't matter, they just want to feel cool...going out with an upperclassmen. And the Junior guys well, we can assume, are just taking advantage of the girls. So I'm basically going to warn Abbey of that, and tell her that if any Junior guy even looks at her that way, I'm going to kick his ass (verbally of course). And as for social dates (its standard practice that the fesh/sophs go with upperclassmen, so we can get in [Hell, even I might do it, maybe just one of Abbey's friends...]) she's gonna have to check with me before she asks anyone, god dammit.
I'm not going to have MY reputation go to hell, just because she's a whore.
So maybe all this thinking is what's making me "gloomy"? I dunno. Should I just enjoy the summer, even though I miss school? I dunno man, I just don't know.
Sorry, this is long. I just a gotta keep my mind off rambling mode.
And I guess I should keep in mind that Tim does not exist until September. Everything I think about him, is just trash, because I'm not going to see him until 10 weeks from now. And...I just don't know, man. Why can't he just disappear?
That'd be niceeeee. Ugh. Adios, kids.
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(Til you showed me how it could be.)
I made a list on my info of why I like the songs on Sticks&Stones. Because I did get it. I did!
Now, I gave my NFG pictures to my cousin Emily LAST NIGHT, and she said she'd scan them right when she got home and email them then, or the next morning (THIS morning). Ha. It's what? 10 pm and no pictures. Sounds lovely. So I called her at 4 knowing she'd be out of school by then (She's only in 6th grade ya see) and my Auntie Joanie said she was at my cousin Carrie's house. Damn her. We want NFG!
So anyway. I'm actually in a decent mood for once on this stupid thing. My entries are always angry on here. I've been writing more often too, but it's just stupid updates, that I never follow up on. Oh well.
I'm officially on summer vacation right now. Sweet ass. I saw Tim today, which I didn't expect, but that's beautiful, because he's dreaaaamy. I didn't even have to stalk him either. Read the blue stare for more details. Ha. I entice ya and then I reeeel ya in.
So I might work at the hospital this summer. That's okay. Jess works there. Eh. I don't want to work with her. She's...transparent and fake. Sometimes. That annoys me.
I'm forseeing this as an "I Miss Tim" diary this summer. Or maybe I'll get over him! *cough* Yup.
I'm sorry for being irritated with everyone lately, really sorry. I just get these waves of annoyance where I just can't listen to anybody and it's just like GO AWAY and it's nothing personal, it goes away as fast as it comes, and I hate it, I'm so sorry.
On which note, I gotta email Jordaan. I love you Jordaan!
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Wednesday, June 12th, 2002
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God freaking dammit. Freaking...god...freaking....dammit...god...freaking.
Grr. My mom's being a bitch. I get one freaking phone call a year and it's common practice to fucking listen in on it. She thought it was a fucking boy, so she put it on speakerphone downstairs for the whole fucking world to hear. And it was only stupid Alyce and all I said was like "Yeah" and it was only a 30 second phone call.
And this isn't the first fucking time, when I called my cousin Catie to ask her something, my mom did the same thing. Am I the moron? No, they're just fucking idiots.
Arghhhh, and she asks me if I want to eat, and I'm like "No thanks" and she flips or something.
But today was good though, read the blue stare, it was good...but I'm bad.
All stemmed from one favorite band who has yet to come knocking at my door.
And I feel like shit, my self-esteem has been crazy up and down and I can't stand it much longer. Sick of myself is all.
I really want my pictures scanned.
I don't want to go to driver's ed or I'll die. Seriously. Tonight will be my 17th class, and there is only supposed to be 15. I don't fucking give a shit.
So when I treat you all like shit tonight, try and disregard it, because I am shit.
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^Coolest song the disney channel has ever discovered.
Ugh. Abbey pisses me off. She stole my NGCS cd and listened to it and rubbed it in my face when she learned the lyrics. When I took it back, she had her stupid fucking friend burn her one...oh shit. Ten bucks says she just copied mine.
I'm bringing home a baby bumble beeeee
I'm scratching up Abbey's stupid FUCKING cdddd.
Don't believe me? Well I just did infact take a knife and scratch it up. Then I rubbed it all over the rough computer desk. I hate her, NFG is NOT hers, she fucking sucks. Ughhhhhh.
Dammit, I'm listening to it and nothing is skipping. How come when I get the tiniest little scratch, the cd is ruined but when I take a knife to Abbey's, it still works? Why can't anything ever go riiiiight?
Which brings me to my next point. Tim has a girlfriend, has had one for awhile. I want to stop going on about this, but I figure I should just get it all out on every diary.
Abbey had a sleepover last night. Yay for lipgloss. Too many girls. Her friend Ashley is pretty cool though...sometimes. She likes nfg and shit, prolly got Abbey into it, the bitch. *cough* Anyway I was watching Ten Things I Hate About You with them, and going through their yearbook, and Ashley was like "Do you know Christy Baker?" "Yeah...we have mutual friends..." "Oh, she's my cousin." "Oh, do you know any of her friends? Like...Shane Weaver?" "Uh..no.." Rofl. Okay, then..shut up. Then finally she's like "I know...um...Tim...uh...Crowley!" "Ohhh, I know him! I talk to him [try ABOUT him] all the time!" "Yeah, he's wicked hot." *cough* I wouldn't classify him as..."hot" but you know. Then I said something about his hair and she's like "Ooh, yeahhh, that hair..."
She's on Hayley's cool list nowwww, boy...mm Tim.
Wait no, I don't like him! He's got a girl toy! *runs away*
*comes back* I've had the most lazy day ever, you wouldn't believe. I woke up at twelve, watched two movies (Domestic Disturbance and Harry Pottah!) then showered, then took a walk, then went to sleep/layed in bed, then came downstairs at 8:00 and CONNIE was fucking over. So gag me. And now I'm here. I heart everythingggggggg. Ugh.
Jordaan needs to get online soon, or I'm gonna freaking kill him. I've been worried and thennnn Emily tells me he's not going on much anymore or some shiet like that. I wonder if he checks his email.
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