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I don't think I am what I was before
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[Dec. 9th, 2007|10:08 pm] |
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hm. it's been a really long time since i updated anything in here. life for me has pretty much been ridiculous, happy, shitty, or unfortuante with my bad luck, but really, i'm okay.
i broke up with dan a while ago, which was really the greatest thing to do for myself, and i saw my dad for the first time in years about a month ago. i guess it's good. he was still drunk out of his mind, so it's not like anything changed, at least he wasn't attacking me! ahahaha, that's probably not funny. anyway, i've been wandering around for the most part, being followed by awful bad luck, but i got it together. i've been with amber constantly, and in the city a lot like usual. nothing has really changed much. bunch of crazy stuff is going on, i'm kind of confused about something. i finished another sketchbook without taking out pages. i'm getting a tattoo on friday with about 5 other people, and i think i'm dragging lisa along with. ahahaha, should be very interesting.
whatevaaaaaaaaaaa! pointless entry! |
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| like a rolling stone |
[Aug. 5th, 2007|02:20 pm] |
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a recent update of my life:
i got charged with possession of open/unsealed alcohol, and drinking uderage. i also had a warrant out for my arrest, i've been in an out of court and it's gay. i made a deal, and if i write this essay thing for juvenille shits, my charges will get dropped and all that. me, mazz, dan, and amber stayed at halfway not too long ago, i've been there a lot recently. we crashed there that night and the next day we woke up and it smelt like straight up piss, everywhere. it's been the dirtiest it's ever been there recently. the back door opened from the wind, and smell must have amplified about 90 times from all the shit rotting in the kitchen, the wind blew the smell into the living room. we went to wendy's and got food and i wore a hard-hat for the rest of the day. we went to the beach and met up with arice & alexis, i'm not gonna lie, it wasn't that exciting, although the ride down was incredibly fun., it was my favorite part. i was so happy. i've never seen a sky like that in my entire life. it was seriously just so clear and blue, and the clouds looked like a big bag of cotton was dumped in chunks all over the sky. and there was a part of a rainbow, not a whole rainbow, just a strip of colors in the sky. it looked like someone took rainbow mascara and brushed it onto a part of the sky. one of the most beautiful things i've ever seen.
i can't seem to remember much lately. i just seem to wander and prance around. i can't keep track of days and i never know what i'm doing. although, every friday, me, dan, and my little cousin go to the golden diner at noon for breakfast, and we always put a quarter in the mini jukebox machine and play "like a rolling stone" by Bob Dylan. Me and dan also usually go to the beach on saterdays with whoever. haha! we went yesterday with matt and kaytee. it was so exciting. we got so far out in the ocean, really far out, and i was getting all sketchy because i've been watching shark week 24/7, ahahha. and then we went to a sand bar, and O_O. i'm standng there, and i say "what the fuck is that?" we all looked at each other and started running/ swimming to get out of the water, and don't you know i fucking dislocate my toe? death just wants me, for real. it was deffinatley a stingray, man. this thing was HUGE and flat, dark grey and didn't have fins. crazy.
i blew my money on lots of food to be a fucking glutton<3 it seems it's what i do best. anymore i just want to sit in my room and draw, and write. i stopped writing for a while, and it bothered the shit out of me, i just coudn't find the motivation to write anymore, even though that's been my life for the past couple years. i sleep for at least 10 hours a day(though usualy 14), i watched the twilight zone so much last night, aha, i can't even tell you how much i love that show. i also think the announcer of the show is sexy. ahem, well, i got a date with my cat up in my room, and i'm going back to bed, i guess i have a date with my boyfriend later too at the movies.
TRANSFORMERZ MAH NIG. |
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| jesus christ |
[Jul. 11th, 2007|11:28 pm] |
do you guys ever comment?
even if it's negative.
say fucking something
jeez |
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[Jul. 7th, 2007|05:30 am] |
i seem to always find a way to set a period of time away to be unhappy.
well, i found another period of unhappy time.
one thing makes me happy though, an' i love 'em. |
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[Jul. 7th, 2007|04:00 am] |
"my ass is damp from sitting on a wet bench. i don't even bother to get up. it seems like all i want to do is sleep. all i want to do is sleep, and curse, and drink, and just do a whole bunch of absolutley nothing. all i want to do is sit in my bedrooom with freshly painted walls, and sit on my bed, and pet my cat, and chainsmoke my camel wides. i want to think about all the things i could be doing, all the fun i could be having. because lately, i'm not much of a do-er. i'm more of sit-on-a-soaked-bench-and-not-even-care-to-get-up kind of person. i've become an apathetic asshole, coasting through my pathetic existance in the passenger seat, gazing out the wndow, or just a driver gliding the streets on cruise control -sleeping at the wheel. i've become a twat safari, hungry for beer, and thirsty for books. feed me. craving the constant sitting on my ass. give me motivation, give me fucking air to breathe.
i feel like i'm suffocating in these baby vomit colored walls. put me back in my room, i don't feel like dealing with the real world. it's putrid, i know because it's filled with douche bags like you, flipping through this book, searching for pretty pictures. well, you'll find none.
if you put me in your dull real world, i'll be lurking your streets. i'll be kidnapping your grandmothers pearls, and borrowing a strangers wallet forever. i'll be bribing baby diamonds and rubies to nap in my pockets...
-i felt inspired for about two minutes before it died.
what a pitty. |
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