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[20 Oct 2005|09:28pm] |
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I'm Fucking Poor.
Help Me Please.
This is no joke.
Donate.
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| Verbal Abuse Gets The Best of Me. |
[13 Oct 2005|11:33pm] |
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Matty and Mossy |
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Its nice to know that I make my parents so proud.
I'm reminded of what a failure and a disappointment I am to my family.
Just when you thought everything was ok, you get proved wrong.
Failure.
Disappointment.
Downfall.
Loser.
Wreck.
Washout.
Let down.
I know what I am going to do tomorrow.
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| Liquor Stores in Houston are Hard to Find. |
[09 Oct 2005|03:24pm] |
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Birthday yesterday.
Had to go speedy grocery shopping.
Cleaned up broken glass twice...
Had small party for my sister at house.
My sisters friend Austin fell off the playhouse and broke his arm.
But then I went and hung out with Alex. We went to the Areosol Warfare Gallery, with John, Lo, and Amy.
Then got fow-tees.
Then got green.
Then got drunk.
Then got high.
Then went to IHOP.
Then fell asleep.
I'm fucking tired/post high/ minor hang over.
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| Lo drank her first Rockstar. So proud. |
[28 Sep 2005|12:55am] |
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I hung out with Lo today.
It was so much fun.
We're so sisters, so much in common.
And we laughed sooooooooooo much.
We went to the mall, and while we were waiting at the verison booth, this guy kept walking by (over and over and over, on his cell) and checking out Lo, so I told her to bend over when he walked by again... Anyway, while we were at the Verizon booth, I acted like I was on the phone, to no one, and said that the guy checking out Lo was doing the same thing, just trying to be cool. So Lo fucking runs over to him and is like: Are you really on the phone, because we don't think you are. HAHAHA! He was.
Then in the car... Oh God. We're leaving my neighborhood. Well, if you guys have been to my house, you know that across the street from my neighborhood, is another neighborhood, and seperating the two is Austin Parkway, the rather busy road. Well, Lo was taking a CD out of her cd player, and not paying attention to the road, and drove past the stop sign in my neighborhood, across Austin Parkway, and into the next neighborhood when she stopped, and we looked around trying to figure out where we were, and realized.
We almost pissed our pants laughing, and because we were scared shitless.
And then we went to the Museum of Southern History. Haha, lame.
But all in all good stuff, good stuff.
We called Joe to see if he wanted to hang out, but he said no. Bummer.
Joe seems like hes in a slump, but hes pulling a Joe and trying to act out that he's okay, anyway Joe... Goodluck!
( We almost died, twice )
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| Hello Tomorrow. |
[25 Sep 2005|01:32am] |
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Karen O: Hello Tomorrow |
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Whenever I wake up
Try and take the shape off
Turn into the whole wide world I made up, off!
The lights are golden, off!
The lights were golden, off!
Whenever I wake up
Try and take the shape off
Turn into the whole wide world I made up.
Being depressed is fun.
Even though I'm totally ok right now.
I was just thinking about it.
Its fun being weird.
Like the new layout?
Until Joe makes me a really cool one.
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[21 Sep 2005|08:02pm] |
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Ted Leo |
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I got tagged.
I have to tell you 20 things you may not know about me...
Then, I have to tag 6 other people.
So hrm... Lets begin.
1. I'm allergic to Ragu sauce. There is an herb in it that makes me sick. We still don't know what it is.
2. I have Red Dye 40/40 syndrome thing, where I get really REALLY hyper if I consume it.
3. My birthmark looks like Asia and South America, and its below my belly button.
4. I love thunderstorms.
5. I grind my teeth.
6. I lived with 7 friends in a 6 month time period.
7. I have to rearrange the furniture in my room every 3 weeks, because I get uncomfortable if it looks the same all the time.
8. I've been spelunking.
9. My right eardrum burst when I was 9.
10. I have EXTREMELY sensitive hands. If I touch something cold, it burns it like when you touch Dry Ice. They are super soft too.
11. I collect pencils.
12. My hair during one period of time was hot pink. All of it.
13. My best friend in school in Singapore was Jessica Leigh Ong. I will never forget her.
14. My biggest pet peeve is when people fuck my name up. When they call me Marina, or when they spell it wrong by capitalizing the "v" in van which is not capitalized.
15. I can pop both my hips out of place... Ew.
16. If my hair isn't perfect, I feel ugly. Everything depends on how my hair is.
17. I love buying new pens and pencils. School supplies. Mmmm...
18. I check my heart beat all the time... As if its stopped.
19. I can't write in cursive. I write in all capital letters.
20. I've always wanted to try heroin.
Yeah, there you have it.
I tag...
Misty-San
Ellie.
Lisa.
Alex.
Priscilla.
Libby.
Then you do the same thing. Alright kids?
By the way, I'm not leaving for San Antonio until Thursday night or Friday morning.
So yeah.
♥
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| I Can Sing Like A Brit Pop Star. |
[19 Sep 2005|02:28pm] |
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Spice Girls |
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I'm so jamming to the Spice Girls right now, and you can all suck my cock because I know you are going to make fun of me.
I dyed my hurr. And my poor poor scalp is crying in pain. Nothing too exciting, just more blonde parts, so I have an excuse. Or more of one.
I have nothing interesting to say as of now.
I'll be back later perhaps.
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| Thank God I had enough friends... |
[15 Sep 2005|07:52pm] |
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Melt Banana |
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Hahahahahahaha. Thanks Betty.
Anyway, I had a boring, yet useful day. Did laundry. Cleaned my room. Didn't get drunk. Watched October Sky again. Read a lot more of Haunted. Made fun of people. Hung out with my little bro. Cleaned my pool. Went swimming. Talked to Bethany. Took a shower. Read some more of my book. Made a popsicle for my brother.
Ok, maybe I didn't really do a lot but whatever.
I want to go get coffee.
Mmm, yes.
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| I'm a hedgehog when I jive. |
[13 Sep 2005|08:59pm] |
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Death Cab: Someday You Will Be Loved |
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Hung out with Renton. Accomplished nothing.
Saw Joni. Aw, she is so cute pregnant.
Got a phone call from Miranda. Not going to go into detail because I will kill someone.
Sean came over.
*eep*
Yes, that was an eep.
Won't go into detail with that either because I'm a big loser, and yeah. *giggles*
I'm super hyper now.
AHHHHH
Miss Rachel.
Not Roxie (I mean, I miss her too) I mean the really pretty one. (not that Roxie isn't pretty)
Whatever, you get my point.
Miss talking to Betty.
Sorry Betty, my MSN died. :( I tried to email you on myspace, but your profile is down right now.
Renton, we shall figure out something fun for tomorrow. I HAVE to buy a skirt/dress pants for the wedding though. So yeah. You're going to help. Bwahahaha. Whatever, you don't mind, and anyway, you have better taste than I do. Then I'm going to buy you coffee!!! Eh? Yes? Betty said we should go fishing...? Hahahaha.
Anyway, yeah.
Um, yeah, I'm so boring.
I got drunk today. At 1:30.
And now I have a really bad headache.
Mmm, but it was funny, because Renton made fun of me. Hahaha.
Uh yeah.
Dead Poets Society is really sad when your drunk. Like you will cry a bunch.
And I am a hedgehog.
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| Just for a split second. |
[11 Sep 2005|02:36pm] |
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Bumblebeez: Come Over |
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Thumper went under the needle, and right before he did, Sara and Anna both hugged him and told him it would be ok, and that it wouldn't hurt.
Then Anna held his paw, and petted it.
It was adorable.
Aw.
Then they turned into little brats all over again.
*sigh*
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| I drank 16 beers, and started up a fight. |
[11 Sep 2005|11:29am] |
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Nouvelle Vague: Too Drunk Too Fuck |
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Boop.
I worked yesterday.
For my dad.
Very simple, yet very boring.
Made enough money to buy a pack of cigarettes and coffee.
No, that's a lie.
Anyway, 9/11 happened like 4 years ago or something.
Sad.
Moment of silence.
Yeah.
I'm going to go get coffee with Roxie tonight. Eek, long time no see.
That's after I do all this shit at my house.
My dad goes out of town next Sunday, again...
I have a wedding to go to. I like weddings.
Then the week after I have a birthday party to go to. I like birthday parties.
I really have nothing interesting to say.
Damn.
Yeah, I'm out.
You should call me.
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| Remove a letter, I don't like Hurricane. |
[07 Sep 2005|09:27pm] |
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The Beat from my sister kicking the wall. |
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So I have new books!
Haunted: Chuck Palahniuk
Survivor (New Cover): Chuck Palahniuk
And three anime books I'm giving to a friend, who would buy if he had the spare cash, but doesn't.
And I got my old books back too!
Fight Club: Chuck Palahniuk
Trainspotting: Irvine Welsh
Woot.
I want more. And more. AND MORE!!!
And more tea. Mmm, tea.
My tummy box is broken.
I cut Ellie's hair. Excuse me: I busted Ellie's wig.
I didn't think she liked it, but she does. And so does her family.
Yay.
I have blisters on my hand. Scratches on my arm. Ant bites in a constellation.
I want to jive. But everyone is going to bed.
Boo.
Gay.
Ow.
I like getting coffee with Renton and Ellie. It's fun.
I'm really random.
Anal? Anyone? Like in like you. Hahaha.
You might get that.
You might not.
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| lawnmowers are satan. |
[05 Sep 2005|08:47pm] |
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I dunno what its called, but Betty sent it to me. |
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My mom has fucking pushed me over the bloody brink.
I swear, I don't think I can take any fucking more of this bullshit.
For those of you who have known me for a long time, you know how things used to be at my house before I left. Well it's like that again. Fuck this shit yo.
Not that I'm going to do anything about it.
All I know is, if I hide in my room, I have enough food and drinks to last me a week.
So I mean, I could just nail my door shut.
For a week.
And stop reading my journal if you're not my friend, and nor do you want to be.
For some reason I feel like once I post this, someone I don't know will start reading it.
Not that I have a problem with random people reading my journal, but yeah, well, you know who you are if you do read this.
Not that I will ever know.
Sigh.
I'm fucking sick, and my face is red.
I have rosy red cheeks.
I'm going to start making up a dance.
Call me for coffee or something tomorrow. Anyone?
Coughjoecough.
Coughelliecough.
Yeah.
cough cough.
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| Dance Together Jive... |
[05 Sep 2005|01:49am] |
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No Doubt: Trapped in a Box |
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Man, I'm so bored.
I went out for coffee tonight with Ellie. It was fun. We realized how dead Starbucks is now. Back in the high school days, Starbucks was the best place to be. Sort of.
Anyway yeah, I should hang out with Ellie more often. Because she kicks ass.
Man, my allergies are so bad. My mom put dryer sheets around the house, and the smell is making me sneeze like a kajillion times. I hate it.
I miss talking to Miranda. And Sean. And lots of other people.
Hehe, these little kids asked me for a cigarette. Well they were 16 and 17. I remember when I was their age, if someone bummed me a cigarette, they were like a hero to me that day because I knew it would be the only one I would get before I could find someone old enough to buy me a pack. Yeah. I felt like maybe I was those kids hero tonight. I don't know, but they both had really big smiles on their faces. Shit, I just encouraged them to kill themselves. Eh.
I ought to go to bed now.
Yuh.
Achoo.
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| I got Jive |
[03 Sep 2005|07:30pm] |
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I want to walk down the street one day, and it just happens that a bunch of dancers are walking down the street at the same time, and I want music to start playing, and I want everyone to fall into their spots and start dancing together, the same dance, the same routine, the same moves. In the Street. Just like in the movies.
Hit me up if you are interested.
This is no joke. I really want to do it.
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| You can be a hero. |
[02 Sep 2005|09:40am] |
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Incubus |
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I've been watching the news for the past couple of days, and seeing this disaster on the telly is breaking my heart. The relief being offered seems to be divided by race, and income.
How is that fair?
It's so frustrating to me and it really brings tears to my eyes.
These poor people are chanting for help. There are children and elderly who are stuck in the heat; there are people who haven't drunk water in DAYS.
So.
Go into your closet.
Grab clothes that you haven't worn in the past 3 months.
-T-Shirts
-Jeans that are too small
-Jeans that too big
-Shorts
-Skirts
-Tank tops
-Wife beaters
-Blankets
-Towels
Go out and buy a pack of socks, and a pack of underwear. Give to the people who are in need right now.
You can also gather items that they may need like:
-Non-Perishable Items
-Canned Vegetables
-Ramen
-Water
-Diapers
-Soap
-Wipes
-Baby Formula
-Ointment
-Baby Wash
-Deodorant
-Shaving Cream
-Razors
-Feminine Products (Tampons and pads)
-Toothbrushes
-Combs
-Shampoo/Conditioner
-Mouthwash
-Dental Floss
-Detergent
-Garbage Bags
-Ziploc Bags
-Kleenex
-Toilet Paper
-Disp Soap
You can find most of this stuff at a dollar store. Imagine that. You could help a family by spending maybe $20 at a dollar store.
Instead of going out and wasting money at a club on alcohol, and the entrance fee (all of you who go to Numbers, or 1415 for those of you who live in Houston) why don't you use that to help? Instead of doing stuff like that, have a get together at your place, invite over friends, and gather these things? Then bring it to a church and they will hand it over to the Red Cross.
If my SIX YEAR OLD BROTHER says he wants to help, he wants to be a hero to someone, shouldn't we really step back and see that this is serious?
Are we so selfish that we cannot help? If we all just give as much as we can, we can help them a great deal.
Help in your community.
Help those in need.
Be a hero.
♥ Marini
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| I'm going to piss on your face. |
[31 Aug 2005|10:50pm] |
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Far: Bury White |
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I swear man.
I'm fucking soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo annoyed right now that I couldn't even have a good time with Elliphant and Rents. (Sorry guys, I'm just fucking cranky...)
So you know that when you are driving at night, and come to a red light, if you flash your lights from normal to bright, back and forth, it signals to the traffic light, and changes green. Apparently cops do it at night... And at least it works around here. I'm not sure about California or Utah or anything, but around here, yeah, it fucking works wonders.
I would have been 20 mintues late had I not done that.
Instead, I was only 5... Kick ass.
I just hope I never get in trouble for that...
Anyway, I feel like I'm going to puke because I ate too much. Rents, thanks mate.
Tomorrow I want to just waste gas to piss off my mom. Its almost at $3. By the end of the week it will be $5... But I mean, they are paying $9 for it in the UK... But fucking Americans, can't stop bitching. Geez. Imagine paying almost $10 a gallon. You wouldn't bitch about $5 then. My dad was saying how it would be good too because people need to realize that it will one day run out. So car pool people, ride bikes, walk, or just fucking stay home.
Unless of course your padre works for the oil companys. Muwahahaha.
My mom thinks its the Armageddon. I think shes dumb. Sorry. But I just don't think so. Come on, let me live life just a little bit more. Wait till I'm 27. That's the age to die at.
I've got to go fucking make my brother lunch. Gosh. Thank you would be nice, but noooooooooooo. I'm aggrivated.
My eyes are slowly closing, maybe I should go to bed now. Good thing I learnt how to type without having to look at the screen, so I can rest my eyes right now. Ooooooooooooh. Don't I feel cool typing with my eyes closed. I'm such a fucking dork.
Stupid.
Gee.
Gah.
I fucking hate Texas. It's way too hot.
I want to fucking yell at my mom right now. She's so ungrateful. And she tells me that I'M the ungrateful one. ARGH!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, fucking right. Look in the mirror, yo.
I need to fucking go to bed.
Because.
I'm
Annoyed.
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| Rehearse your lines, fail to act. |
[31 Aug 2005|11:48am] |
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Nothings adding up, nothings making sense.
Ba Ba Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
I want to be in a musical all over again.
I got cool new sunglasses from Target. They are greenish. Woot.
I talked to Betty on the phone yesterday! Eep. It was randomly fun.
I'm a nanny all over again. Eh, whatever. Its not like I hang out with friends much.
Let me take you down, coz I'm going to strawberry fields, nothing is real, and nothing to get hung about, strawberry fields forever. Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see, its getting hard to be someone, but it all works out, it doesn't matter much to me.
I want to go back to England and go pick fresh strawberrys with my granny again. I want to be a little girl.
Pot is fantastic.
*electric guitar solo*
*violins, cellos, and drums come in... now*
I'm going to go shopping for food high, with my mom's money. How fantastic is that?
Sensation.
Motivation.
Subway station.
I apparently smell like endless love, whatever that fucking smells like.
Oh wait, nevermind, thats just the name of the perfume.
I think I'm going to go rent a movie too. Hrm, whats good?
Smores Pop-Tarts are so good.
But that's not a movie.
Bwahahahahahahaha.
I look to you and I see nothing.
*Piano solo*
My life should be a movie.
Fast.
Sway.
Cheese Chess pieces.
The fucking high penguin is a balloon. Its the devil.
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