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Name: Alex
Birthday: 3/31/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: Reese's Puff cereal, Moutain Dew, Fruit and Creme Starbursts, strawberry cheesecake, apples, grapes, pretzels with cream cheese, boys, my girly friends, Teen Girl Squad, Strongbad, Hello Kitty, video games, porn, liquid eyeliner, cinnabun chapstick, chocolate chip poptarts, Tight jeans & Dreams....
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AIM:  DirtiedHalo
Member Since:
1/5/2004
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Who would have thought that sexy was something to bring back? Did it go
on vacation or something? Whatever Justin Timberlake.
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people still do xanga? WEEIRRDD.
to each his/her
own though. Seems I've been slightly more off my
rocker since I stopped journaling my thoughts and random
unneccessary pictures. Maybe I'll get back into the swing of
things.
I probably won't, but I might. I never know
myself anymore.
I'm really not sure where I'm going right now (life-wise),
but I'm
looking for a place in philadelphia with my friend Tricia. So
far this
place basically right next to Drexel sounds alright...but I dunno about
Drexel. That area is weird to me. It's considered
Uninversity City.
Oh well, the rent is cheap, and we get to go look at it
tomorrow.
Maybe I should call the place in South Philly as well just
in case.
Hey what do you know, I'm rambling. Who would've
thunk it?
I think once I start getting myself toghether I can maybe
find a
boyfriend. I'm struggling to come to the reality that maybe
it is me,
and I'm sure it has been all along. I'm starting to dedicate
myself more
at school, and at my job (Which I love by the way). Buffalo
Exchange
is probably the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I don't
want to lose it. So I'm gonna keep reading "Second Hand
Chic"
(Which I reccommend you all read), and I'm gonna start being more
assertive with my shopping assignments. I know this probably
makes
no sense to anyone but myself, but whatever, I guess since I'm typing
so fast I really need to get it out. I'm starting to see
where my life is
going and I kinda like it, more than where it was say maybe a year
ago.
I also mysteriously lost 25lbs. Maybe I should
join one of those
Pro-anna blogs. I dunno really, I just don't eat as
much. I used to be a
slob. Now thse Yanuk jeans I bought from my job that are a
size 8 are
too big on me. Yet these H&M jeans I'm wearing now
are a size 32" in
the waist, and they fit fine. Oh well, whatever.
I'm kinda starting to
like who I am, finally with no regrets of what I do.
that's enough. Piece.
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I just got a pair of Diesel Jeans that are still in the stores selling at $180.
but the trick is...I only paid 45cents for them.
ha! Bitches. Let the jealousy begin.
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what the hell does s5h mean?!!!
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le brief
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I wrote a poem...kinda....well...yea I did.
The Moonstress
The Moonstress
She sings her beautiful song
A melodious tune,
Where no note is wrong
Shes strumming strings
And speaking of things
That only I could dream.
Shes playing me into submission,
Lulling me to sleep.
Tripping me with her rhymes
I surrender to her keep
I thank her for numbing time,
And descend to my feet.
It is midnight where I always find her,
Singing songs so bittersweet.
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le brief
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So I'm twenty now. Not a teenager anymore. And I'm probably not going
to school next quarter. Which starts monday. For those of you who don't
know, I moved on from montgomery county community college after
high school and now I am attending the Art Institute of Philadelphia. Real
cool huh? Eh. Real expensive? Hell yes. And I did alright my first quarter
but this one I kinda messed up. I got two F's. This never happens. I either
get really close to failing and I pass somehow, or I don't get that close at
all. Anywho it's kinda sad, and even worse because it all decides to happen
on my birthday. ^_^
le sigh...I dunno. I really dunno anymore. I hate this school and 90% of
it's students.
I'm just disappointed in myself.
Mountain Tops
I felt tears heavy like bricks,
On my eyelids, when I licked
My lips for a kiss and you weren't there
To paint me bliss.
Surely there's something I've missed.
I'll stand here for hours,
With a blank stare,
No care, equipped with flares,
For anyone who dares to share me.
They'll light the night,
And lure them for sure.
I'm waiting for what I know won't come.
When someone else shows their guns,
I fire shots first, before there was even fun,
Before my heart is even won.
When the sun has risen,
And my heart has sunk,
I'll lower my head,
And remember the dead
That said waiting for love,
Is like waiting to die.
So why even cry,
When I know these lies
Only leave me dry.
Should I start my search?
For my accursed fate
Or stand here in dying,
Awaiting the gates.
</3Lonerly
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