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[Feb. 13th, 2007|05:34 am] |
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| |  melancholy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | I Miss You - Blink 182 | ] |
How can I sum up the direction in which my life has been spiraling over the course of the past few weeks? Ryan is gone at college, my eldest dog Hannah is dying of some terminal tendonitis problem, and I've moved out of my risidual home of 14 years on Stratford Dr. I have fallen in a one sided type of love that I'm desperately trying to rid myself of, even if I don't really want to... I've taken a mild haitus from my previous group of friends that I couldn't live without during the summer months, and I dropped out of public highschool and moved into the complete polar opposite learning style of Alamance Community College. I have a job at the local Food Lion of ALL the places I could be employed, and I'm trying to find myself and others, all at the same time. I am living with Quentin, my faux-brother and homosexual lover extraordinaire in a 2 bedroom apartment off of Aiport, with a PUPPY (whom I hate, and want Joe to make into sushi.) I don't have much money, I am desperately seeking the attention of the pretentious assholes whom I avoided for so long in middle school and highschool... and I'm not at all happy with my situation. I thought that moving out would be an excellent chance to show my parents that I could survive without them as a crutch, and although I've been doing all right, I still rely on them for almost everything. Despite that, I love living with Quentin, so don't get me wrong. Manhunt.net is stupid and addicting and I hate it.... it's not helping anything. I think I should become a pornstar and then slowly drop off the face of the earth as we know it. That is all. |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2007|06:14 pm] |
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| |  disgusting | ] |
Last night was fun until I decided to throw up all over myself in Yeats.
(Mental note: you don't like 99 banana. stop drinking it.) |
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[Oct. 26th, 2006|10:47 am] |
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| |  bitchy | ] |
Instead of attending my Study For Success class today, I decided to go to the Computer Lab and use this period as a REAL study hall. I haven't gone since yesterday because I feel like this class is distracting us from accomplishing what we need to do and not fulfilling it's orignial purpose: to provide the students with a study hall consisting of extra help and a friendly, productive environment. Our class period consists of a required journal entry and discussion which consumes 25-30 minutes of class time, and then another discussion for about 10 minutes about what has been going on in our community, government, etc. That leaves us 20-15 minutes of actual working time, which may or may not benefit us, since the reason for having this period was to recieve extra help, and our teacher Mr. Drago cares for nothing but theatre and sports. I'm seriously getting sick of the bullshit we have to put up with at school, everything is so unorganized and I really need to transfer. Maybe Carolina Friends School or Pace Academy..
Anyway, I'm going to talk to my counselor about it right now. |
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[Oct. 16th, 2006|04:03 pm] |
I hate my Earth Environmental Science class. Not only is Loren Hintz a horrible teacher, he uses a selective teaching method that confuses most students in his class and impedes their learning success. Right now I'm in the library during his period because I forged his signature when I didn't want to go to his class. I can learn more about Air Pollution and Weather Patterns on my own without that shit bag.
AND he smells bad.
What's up with that? |
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| DAMNNN |
[Oct. 3rd, 2006|11:38 pm] |
AN ENTRY!!???
I hate boys. That is the purpose of this entry. |
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[Jul. 25th, 2006|10:52 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | depressed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Casimir Pulaski Day - Sufjan Stevens | ] |
"Golden rod and the 4-H stone
The things I brought you
When I found out you had cancer of the bone
Your father cried on the telephone
And he drove his car to the Navy yard
Just to prove that he was sorry
In the morning through the window shade
When the light pressed up against your shoulder blade
I could see what you were reading
Oh the glory that the lord has made
And the complications you could do without
When I kissed you on the mouth
Tuesday night at the bible study
We lift our hands and pray over your body
But nothing ever happens
I remember at Michael's house
In the living room when you kissed my neck
And I almost touched your blouse
In the morning at the top of the stairs
When your father found out what we did that night
And you told me you were scared
Oh the glory when you ran outside
With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied
And you told me not to follow you
Sunday night when I cleaned the house
I find the card where you wrote it out
With the pictures of your mother
On the floor at the great divide
With my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied
I am crying in the bathroom
In the morning when you finally go
And the nurse runs in with her head hung low
And the cardinal hits the window
In the morning in the winter shade
On the first of March on the holiday
I thought I saw you breathing
Oh the glory that the lord has made
And the complications when I see his face
In the morning in the window
Oh the glory when he took our place
But he took my shoulders and he shook my face
And he takes and he takes and he takes"
I am waiting for you to come along. Please, don't hesitate... |
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[Jul. 17th, 2006|02:58 pm] |
I need a job. I don't like not having income.
Mike, is Abercrombie still hiring? |
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[Jul. 13th, 2006|02:36 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | bitchy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Ridin' Dirty - Chamillionare | ] |
I AM NEVER THROWING A PARTY AGAIN.
bye. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2006|01:54 pm] |
The past few days have been awesome.
You guys are amazing! |
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[Jun. 11th, 2006|04:15 am] |
my life is pretty boring. i won't post in this much, but it's a good way to keep in touch with friends.
much love, scott. |
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