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Friday, February 24, 2006

Fri, 24 Feb 2006 16:50:26 GMT

MOVED TO POLIZEIII.

snapshot.

Fri, 17 Feb 2006 20:16:53 GMT

Michelle is down with the bitches && the hoes.

But not as much as me.

Herr Beefy likes to feed Chimelle frenchfries.

This picture reminds me of an owl.

Mr. Beefy will eat your brains.

nazi punks... FUCK OFF.

Fri, 17 Feb 2006 00:38:39 GMT

So. The ever wonderful Chimelle has been hanging out over hither lately. Like, the whole week. Which is happy good. And we went to Wal-Mart and got totally awesome sunglasses & a cow on a stick that we named Mr. Beefy. I'm posting pictures in a couple minutes. So, yeah. ;x Be ready for 'em. Cause they're rad.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Wed, 01 Feb 2006 17:37:47 GMT

Nate is bored.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Thu, 05 Jan 2006 22:49:28 GMT

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Boobies. =D

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Thu, 05 Jan 2006 00:43:52 GMT

Alright... so, Crysyal and I broke up. But it's no big thing. I'm pretty much over it, and done with her. I'm willing to talk if she will, but I'm really not interested in her anymore. I've got a crush on someone else though, but I think that person knows. Actually, I know they do because I told them. ;x Anyhow... yeah. I guess I really haven't updated for a long time, hm? Yar... anyhow, I decided to write a poem for the first time in forever the other night. It's not that great, but a couple people have asked to see it so I'm going to post it on here... so, here goes.

In Time

Don't bother using wise words

The simple ones do fine.

'Cause we know not even bullets,

could penetrate our minds.

But maybe if you speak slowly,
I'll understand in time.
But I think until I get there,
I'm going to need your advice.
We know we're weak, it's true.
If we fell off of our soap boxes,
On our feet we'll never land.
Our bodies may lay broken,
But with each other's help,
Once again we'll learn to stand, in time.
We're walking disasters,
But at least we know it.
Although society pleads us not to show it.
But really, what do we care?

Maybe we'll pretend that they're just not there.
Or perhaps we'll open our eyes,
And try to salvage the pieces of our lives.
And upgrade ourselves from disasters to just wreckage
Just maybe we can make it.
But you know to get there,
We're going to need each other's leverage.
But we'll make it though...
In time.

Yeah. So, there it is. In my grey font and all. Anyhow, yeah. I hate it, but... whatever. I'm done now. ;x

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Wed, 21 Dec 2005 01:23:52 GMT

I'm still somewhat sick, however not as sick as I was. This noted illness caused me two days of absence from school. Which I didn't mind too much. But I didn't get to see le Crystal for two days, and I'm going through girlfriend withdrawal. Or something. My neighbor is totally making me dinner. <3 Happy good. =] Fat girl must eat. Mmm.

... anyhow. I have a slutty pirate shirt! Which I intend to wear tomorrow. For some unknown reason...

yesss.

I don't have anything more to say. So I'm going to shut up now.

Peace.

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Thu, 15 Dec 2005 19:56:27 GMT

Crystal tagged me... so, yeah. Angryyyy fist. ><;;;

5 of my strange habits :

1. I say cimmanin instead of cinnamon, unless I'm not thinking about it.
2. I always have to be moving somehow... I can't sit still.
3. When I say something wrong I yell random noises... like "Nurr"
4. I respond to most statements people make with "indeed"
5. I mix together languages. ex. "Madre! Komm mal hier!"

... Yepp. So. Robert, Nate, Karen, Carrie, Rachel. Get on it, fools.

Sunday, December 04, 2005

Sun, 04 Dec 2005 17:29:40 GMT

I feel miserable, I'm suicidal as all hell, and I seriously want to jump off a bridge. I hate my ex fiance, but yet I don't. Because for some stupid unknown reason I still love him. Love/hate kinda thing that I can't really explain. But yeah. Today his boyfriend of the moment IMed me, and proceeded to tell me what a horrible person I was, how all I ever did was fuck up the relationship, and how Rhett gave him my engagement ring. I know I was a fuck up, okay? I don't want to be told about it. I know all this. I just want to die. I should be happy for him, because he found someone better. He deserves it. I wasn't good enough. I'm a stupid slut, just like he always told me. He told me again today. Several times... I don't mean to be a stupid slut, I really don't. I try to be as good as I can... it just doesn't work. David told me that he'd be happy if I was dead. And I really do want him to be happy. So maybe I should commit suicide... I don't know. David told me he would kill me if I talked to him again. So maybe I should just let him kill me. I wouldn't mind... I guess I deserve to be dead anyhow. I don't know... I feel really sick to my stomach and I can't stop shaking and crying. I just want to die. Someone kill me.

Sunday, December 04, 2005

Sun, 04 Dec 2005 17:28:26 GMT

... fuck.