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Satan Satan Satan... [06 Dec 2006|01:45am]
[ mood | discontent (pig) ]

I still hate school and pigs like you.
Me and the Gals are having a christmas party to end all christmas parties, if you weren't invited I'm sorry. We can't have lames up in it. I can't believe i'm writing in this...it's been nearly two months and nothing has changed. I'm still at a loss for words and now it's cold. I hate it. I'm pretty sure i've used the word 'hate' in the last two entries WAY TOO MANY TIMES. Pigs. Pigs. Pigs. Fucklefaire Finn Test tomorrow, too bad I didn't read the book. I should most likely get on sparknotes or some shit. I also have a chemistry test tomorrow which I'll fail but REALLY NOW, who gives a flyin' fuck. Chemistry is hard and very, very, very, very pointless in my life at this point and in the future. I started doing my homework and hope that improves my grade. My life is so boring that I kind of want to die (in a fire?). I'm pissed, my article has vanished, my band has vanished, but my eyes are still green and shrimp boats is a comin...there's dancin tonight. I'm going to fucking do it and you won't know what to do.

you won't know

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oh you silly, stupid, pass time of mine... [08 Oct 2006|09:06pm]
[ mood | detached ]

I can't write anymore.

I want to go to a corn maze and live there. I watched a movie last night that was on demand, fuck elijah wood. He can die a thousand times a thousand (there is like perfect space in your head), I expected better from Ang Lee. Come on, brokeback mountain was THE most depressing movie I've seen...except maybe boys don't cry.

Monograms are corny.

I can't write anymore. I hate everything I write. I've been eating smoked turkey sense 3:00 am. What the hell is wrong with me. I hate school, I hate doing vocab for mr. dowling, it's the most boring/time consuming thing EVER. EVER.EVER.EVEr. I hate chemistry, Renee hall is so full of shit, I hate orchestra, I hate it gawwww. Math, math, math.

I don't know what else to say. God damn, that was borin.


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Dear Paris Hilton... [08 Aug 2006|11:09pm]
Dear Miss Paris Hilton,

Regretfully I tuned into your MTV special about your album.
Fuck you, you've never struggled and will never have to. Don't you know that builds character or atleast makes you more fucking interesting, saggy-lidded bitch. So what if you have wonderful bone structure, you're shallow and most likely fucking retarded. You're album probably blows and I really hope it appeals to middle america because middle america is cruel and will punish you. They'll eat up your album and demand more like a crack whore with no more money asking for a ride down the street, taking out her teeth to reveal a full set of red gums the color of ripe strawberries that have been sitting in meijer for too long and the next thing ya know she's suckin ya off like one a them cleanin fish on the side of da fish tank...anyway after your dramatic follow up album from whatever the fuck this fuck is YOU'LL FAIL, YOU'LL FAIL, YOU'LL FAIL. YOU WILL DRY UP LIKE THE CHEESE ON THE TOP OF THAT SPRAY CHEESE OR THE CHEESE ON AN IMPOSSIBLE CHEESE BURGER PIE AND THEN YOU WILL FLAKE OFF AND BLOW AWAY IN THE DUST. OH AND TAKE THOSE FUCKING CUTLETS OUT YOU SLUT.

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Dear DIRTY DIRTY DIRTY JEW DIARY... [08 Aug 2006|12:59am]
[ mood | disappointed ]

Don't you love it when people think they're smarter than you? Seriously, I don't understand how someone's head can get so BIG, WELL BIGGER THAN BIG, HUGE! GIGANTIC, the point where they think they're smarter than EVE'YONE!
Seriously that's all i'm saying, i'm stopping there, for real, i'm done with it, i'm over, i'm through. I'm so done with it I'm going to work at a call center that only pays shitty ohio minimum wage...

Why do the bleep out pubic hair on MTV? I mean it's like so hip and I was wondering, if one were to be bald downstairs would MTV let ya flash your mons or would they still go through the trouble of censoring it? I think it'd be cool because then everyone would be like, "Oh my god, P-DiTTy shaved his afro-crotch and like I want to be like him so maybe i will be in a successful and lucrative girl band one day...like shit." Then a week and a half later they could show some more crotch...like with those pants by Dolce and Banana and then see that his full-frontal bush was back, "OH Ma GAWd, fuck shavin' ma crunch, that is like not cool, I'm totally down with nature and shit like eating a Skor Bar and like drinking vitamin water and shit."
That's all I have about that for this and then and that.

I went to the foot doctor and you'll all be glad to know that my bad ass body has healed my toe faster than anyone in the ENTIRE middle east. (the middle-east = some delhi footcare center). When we were driving today i'm pretty sure I saw Missy Goad (or is it Wolf these days?) Anyway, it looked like she needed a Skor bar in her purple malibu.

Selbstopfer might be playing a show at colerain park...yeah, i know, don't tell me...We have practice tomorrow.

Of Montreal is the worst band I've ever seen...behind Indoor Recess or inside crevice or something, they were worse...I think.

There was a Kendall Huff sighting at Target when I went to buy Contact solution...bad ass.

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Dear Diary... [07 Aug 2006|12:01am]
[ mood | purse ]

I thought about how in thirty years everyone i know is going to be significantly uglier, not me, I'll age well, I'll age gracefully...plastic surgery, B4 und 4fter. Seriously, I hope I don't fail at life, I want to be a "fuckable forty." A fucking fuckable fucking forty. OKAY!? Quote me on that.

James Saint James refered to me as a "fabulous loon" but the babe still won't write me back.

My band needs to get signed and I don't know where! I want to record the EP, it's going to be amazing, mark my WORDS! I'm really feeling the need to be in a corn maze this autumn, halloween season, fall, whatever. I love the fall and i'm totally excited about it. Selbstopfer has a show in the fall, come to it.

I might contract the asiatic flu in a few days, my brother apparently has it, and so does my mother. He got it from a black lesbian (asian talk everyone, "Brack Resbian" (oh my god, i'm so, so, sorry))Apparently there was a crazy-ass outbreak of the asiatic flu in the 50's...what the fuck.

I have so much summer work, fuck hemmingway, i got really good lipgloss tonight, it's bad ass, yes, bad ass lipgloss, there is such a thing. It's in a jelly packets that feels like (what i would imagine) a breast implant would feel like.

Post-op or Pre-op, i'll never be your type.

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Dear Diary... [31 Jul 2006|10:23pm]
[ mood | bitchy ]

Today I was "nastying" it up with my home girlz and we decided to kick it and hang out in the ghetto. We were looking sharp as fuck and hott as nothing, no wonder those motherfuckas were eyeing us.
We popped into skyline for for food and our bitch ass waitress had scratches all over her face! Spousal abuse isn't always cute little bruises, sometimes it's angry cat scratches, remember that.

We start to walk back to the car and some of the homeless glitterati aproach us. From left to right we had Fire (a spunky girl with a down-home-punch-in-the-face kind of look), Some black guy who's name I didn't get(he had a cell phone, that's how famous of a homeless person he was) and Scrappy (creepy burns on his hands). All up and down my girl Fire's arms were cuts and her eyes were that of a bug, she was high as all hell and my favorite out of the group. They claimed they needed three dollars or something to get back to kentucky so we gave them all our change because we were in the presence of royalty ...and they promised not to hurt us.

Anyway, that's all I have for you, my premiere post for a new era of livejournaling.


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could you do something for me? [21 Jan 2006|09:45pm]
[ mood | content ]

could you wear those nipple clamps for me?

yeah so we went to the dillz tonight.
saw them scene babies.
you know it.
it was pretty spicey.
i bought 8 packs of caramel reese cups. stalkin up, they're hard to find
you know they are.

we watched a fat ass black girl jump on the


Frontal Vagina.

New classes on monday. yeah babies.

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oh shit baby guirrel [09 Jan 2006|05:46pm]
[ mood | embarrassed ]

so...we could write a story for extra credit in math class
and of course i did. I'll take any oppurtunity to write something
SO RETARDED and get credit for it.

The slut of my story, Diane, gets prego by another man and her hubby can't know.
ANYWAY turns out my math teacher's name is Diana.

I'm thru.

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[22 Dec 2005|11:08pm]
I have something to confess...just don't tell anyone.



I hope that first song wasn't for real.
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[14 Dec 2005|11:57pm]
[ mood | busy ]

shit head

I'm excited about winterbreak

I don't want to change classes.

I don't want to eat asses?

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Dear Shellen [05 Dec 2005|09:57pm]
[ mood | nostalgic ]

i remember one time when i was six i peed blood.

tomorrow is the poetry gayness

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Dear Bish [04 Dec 2005|06:36pm]
[ mood | hopeful ]


god damnit.

I woke up at three today.

Friday, KL, DS, and I, WENT TO THE MALL
then went to TGIF and ate like kings

Yesterday DS, KL, MC, and myself went to see the DOUCHEible
gawd that play blew. Heather Kenton STOLE THE EFFIN SHOW!

her one line really won us over!


her ONE line really won us over?

ya know?

my current userpic is circa 97


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[22 Nov 2005|11:53pm]
i've eaten two of my advent calanders from german club. I'm six dollars in the hole.
what the hell is that shit

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[22 Nov 2005|11:52pm]
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happy birthday Alex [14 Nov 2005|09:42pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

i'm sixteen, its for real.

11/14/1989 at 9:42 pm.

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[13 Nov 2005|03:38pm]
[ mood | thankful ]

dear god, tomorrow is my birthday!

I scored big already. Danni Stewart bought me Boys Don't Cry, beautiful rings, and chocolate, OH! and a Marianne Faithful record. Kristina Lawson got me some great records like BJ4 and some black guys with big hair and this girl sneakin out her house, Marcus Frank got me this religious thing that was blessed by the late pope.
We had a wonderful meal at the gay spaghetti factory.
Kristina then left to make out with her GF Julie.
So I purchased the remaining two candy...cuz they deserved it.

If you want a neverland album...i'll sell ya a shitty one. We're having trouble with cafeguff.

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[13 Nov 2005|03:28pm]
[ mood | amused ]

Kitten + Vomit = Hot MealCollapse )

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Fragment [01 Nov 2005|06:41pm]
[ mood | Chippy? ]

Went to Mindless Self Indulgence. Had a good time with the pal-za.

I'm depressed because the concert is over, i didn't get any candy, and its november.

I'll be turning sixteen in 13 days.

I got a C in math, I feel average...atleast not retarded.

I just woke up.

MSI played a good show, it wasn't very loud? I was in the front row the whole time, the most annoying pieces of shit we're behind me.

Met Mr. Urine, pretty exciting!

Saw julianus and her mama.


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[26 Oct 2005|09:36pm]
[ mood | JAnice! ]

went to a corn maze or if you're lance leicht a "porn" maze. poor lance, it took him soooo long to do his german midterm. I'm eating a sausage, cheese, and biscuit from mcdonald's. We got lost in the corn maze and eventually had to feed goats, very small goats. there was this fat one and he tried to eat the cob. i fucking hate llama's.

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[19 Oct 2005|06:23pm]
went to the thrift store with DS, KL, MF, and MG. Bought 3 wigs...only like one. I think i'll give the other two to danni. I got some other cool stuff. I already broke some of it. I got some baseball pants that really showcase my anorexia. I feel weird buying wigs from the thrift store...I also bought a little kid sleep suit, if i go to rocky i'm wearing that even though it makes my back look like it doesn't curve in because of how tall i am and goes right up my ass so nothing is left to the imagination...disgusting.
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