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Szmanda
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Name: Amanda
Birthday: 10/12/1984
Interests: Photography, music, reading, writing, quentin griffin, flashlights, creating, collages, tornadoes, football boys, atlases, dark haired bassists
Expertise: Shooting you with my weapon of choice- My camera
Occupation: Childcare/Student
Message: message me
Member Since:
7/4/2005
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| currently my own worst enemyall i can say is "i don't know!"
that's ALL.
i want to know, but i'm lacking courage. i'm going crazy.
ahh...... i don't know.
i think i really do. it's just hard for me to get the words out. or the guts to get the words out. only i can help myself.
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| long time no see. long time no talk. long time no gutsspilledonthewww. if you really listen to the words, and 'get it'.. it's not for pre-teens. i know it was the eyes. but dammit, the poetry is my supersuperstickyglue. i'm stuck tight. willingly stuck. i'm gonna be spectacular because it's my destiny to be spectacular. it's in my mind, brain, fingers, eyes, heart. it's there. if i were asked my honest opinion, i'd say you aren't quality. you're images are generic and emotionless. as are you. thanks. smooth hair and rimmed eyes do wonders. take note & they'll take notice. just saying. here's how it went: good, okay, coulda been better, over. bed. yes, i spell things incorrectly. no, grammar isn't perfect. maybe i could care about it. definitely not going to. sowhat. i'm in the mood for patrick's voice. i hate missing opportunities and hate even more that it's my fault. it's just weird. so are these- the pc, blisters, smoke, sleep, broken pieces, faking it. it's all how it was meant. every. last. line. get some rest you.
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| i'm not sleeping, i'm not cute and i'm slightly missing xangamy current state: sleepless, stressed, drained, exhausted, dizzy.
where i want to be: headache-less, in tonisha's room, and listening to michael buble.
oh tonisha! i totally forgot about taking my shoes! the pair with the "glitch", haha. it has character! i'd so wear torn shoes. i do it all the time.
i'm feeling pissed so i stalked myspacers and made fun of what i read and saw. that's a guaranteed good time. i'm also wondering where past loves and lovers have gone.
lately i've been obsessed with trying to figure out the definition of "growing up". i don't want things to be "cute"anymore. for example, my photographs. cute? uh. no. creative, artistic, brilliant, masterfully created, gorgeous, perfectly lit, innovative, original.. ANYTHING but "cute". and furniture! i want sophisticated, but not stuffy, something grown. i want to be unlike my mother who purchases tables and lamps because they're "cute".
it's good to actually write something. i've missed it but never knew it. i was going to come here and look at the same 2 comments that's been sitting there for a while and typed one sentence.. and then another. and i'm glad i did.
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| oh... i've gone myspace now. xanga and i have not yet divorced, but we have parted ways for a while. we visit every great once in a while, such as now. you know how to find me.
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| my girl's gone
  
Every time we took a picture, we made the same face.. was kind of wierd. By the way, I hate our
expression in the third photo, it's so cliche and stupid. I hate when people take pictures like that
too.. Anyway, my next experience isn't far away. We'll all learn more about it soon enough. | | |
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