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| 08:12pm 19/03/2007 |
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mood:  dorky
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So, it's been forever and a day since i last wrote here, and maaaaaaaaaan have things changed.
i'm less emo, less lame (i like to believe) and less involved. drma drama drama. it seem to follow me and everyone i know like a retarded dog.i cant say im any lmore intelligent, i seem to have an incurable urge to get on my back the second theres some interrest, which really messes up things. montreal much? FUCK PEOPLE. FUCK MEN/BOYS
gaaaaaaaaaah.
if any of you ever go on for a taste of the good ol' days. i did the same
and whoever it is we should chill.
live long and propes,
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| 12:48pm 13/12/2006 |
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shoot me.
put a bullet in my head
a nail in a 2x4 would do fine... |
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| i know the word you long to hear...im a spy |
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| 07:15pm 03/12/2006 |
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mood:  gaah music: the spy -the doors
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i havent listend to this song in ages; like actually, a long time. weird huh.
im am le tired, and i am le bored, and i need le smoke, but i am, uh how you say, le lazy.
c'est la vie
man, i forgot the doors existed |
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| 08:48pm 15/10/2006 |
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holy crap, the internet is psychic
| You Are Absinthe |  You are a sloppy drunk, purposely so
If drinking doesn't make you feel crazy, it's not any fun
Truth be told, you tend to prefer drugs to drinking
But you'd never pass up any absinthe that came your way! |
href="http://blogthings.com/whatalcoholicdrinkareyouquiz/">What Alcoholic Drink Are You?</a></div>
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| 02:10pm 30/09/2006 |
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I have a cell phone again WHOOOOOO!
same battime, same batnumber
most of you, basically all of you, GIMME YOUR numbers
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| we could be relaxing, in my sleeping bag but all you want to do is rag |
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| 06:41pm 20/09/2006 |
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mood:  HA! hahaha
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long time no update. weird.
long time no actually talk with many people. also weird.
the fact that i barely care?
weirdest.
for a very long time i have been worring about trying to keep up relationships with some people. then one day i realized : hey, they are treating my like a little retard they call in when they need some sick thrills. so i hung up the little cowboy suit and stopped waiting for the phone to ring.
it's taken many years but i am aproaching the surprisingly cold, calculating and selfish standard that is what teenage girls are.
goodbye looking out for others, goodbye being nice for the sake of it, goodbye treating those closest to you like people.
welcome to what i've learnt..
i've taken some pages out of some peoples books and i reallly want them to notice, i also want them to hurt. and go bald.
criptic criptic criptic criptic, the begginnngin may sound like it could be some of you, but it most likely isnt, so dont worry. if i've learnt from my able instructors you will know if it's yous. actually YOU wont, but everyone else probably will
being nasty is kinda fun, i see why people do it.
hell i havent even hurt anyone and i feel bigger already
oh the joys of crappy bitter mood
(edit 10:38)
not really serious, i ended up figuring out that all i really wanted was to smoke and joint and after that it was cool...
so yeah, it was basicall really fun to write nasty things, but it is not intended to be taken seriously, just so ya' know
yeah
so the moral of the story is smoke pot.
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| i <3 T3'S |
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| 02:19pm 12/09/2006 |
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mood:  LEGAL DRUGS OWN
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hello you guys, long time no see/ talk. im chilling in my house eating mashed potatoes and pudding and getting about half way throught a movie before my mum says it's too violent, weird or rude. he have settled on shakespeare in love, i like that movie. the best thing about post op stuff is that i can get as high on t3's asi want and my mum just asks me if i'd like some more juice. i seriously should get more surgey, except i FREAKED out when i woke up. for some reason i felt uterly and completly violated like the doctorts had taken advantage of my or something on the table. i also went through every single swear word and combination of swear words i knew before the nuirse let me out. i think i scared the other woman in the recovery room. i think i might have hurt the nurses feelings. whhen i got home yesterday i looked in the mirror and i swaer togod i was a zombie. i was white with a tinge of green and my teeth were caked in blood and my lips were craked and bleeding and i had the crazy look of someone really craked out in my eye.
so yeah, now im just chillin and tripping, hopefully i 'll see you guys soon.
p.s if you want to come visit me you can :) i have ltos of pudding, lol
talk to you guys later,
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| 03:37pm 20/08/2006 |
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Where is everyone?
either sleeping or away from their phones.
if i dont have most of you contact information hook me up!
god sweet baby jesus who died on the cross im bored. |
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| for the sake of your son, have mercy lord |
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| 10:25pm 12/08/2006 |
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i was playing in the water today by me granparents house, and i relized something. i was trying to catch the biggest waves so i was swimming up to where id thought theysd be but they would always be somewhere else... point is its like this thing ive been trying to do. put myself in the place where i want to be, with the most fun, meaningful, emotional, not quite sure what is is im looking for hanging out. really all ive been doing is wearing myself down and pissing off my folks. i cant chase the connection i want, you kinda just have to wait for it to hit you. the big difference between waves and people tho is that waves will keep on doing their thing and if you dont remind people that you exist they will move on, or you just wont fit in to the social circle or pattern or whatever. if your not with the people enough you just wont fit, like earing holes closing up. when i was younger i got an infection in my ear that forced the hole to close while my earing was still there. as the hole was filling up with puss and dead cells or whatever it pushed the earing out. i kinda feel like that, im not sure who's who, or if it is a who, but i know im the earing and some weird infection is kicking me out of my hole.
just like the actual infection it cam e from the body, and was cause by the earing. this is what i get for typing as i think. following my metaphor has made me conclude thatit is my fault for whatever is happening and the infection (real life)was actually the body doing what it thought was right; the earing was a foreing body that wasnt supposed to be there. damn, wish i had quit while i was a head, seems i only do that whgen i shouldnt, and stick things out when its dumb. ihave maddd skills, oh i should not exist. hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha EMO!!!!!!!
i am a weak individual, i want to go back to ireland when i was pretending and didnt have to actually be anything real, or do anyting, basically i could be my jellyfish self with out realizing it.
sorry bout that, im in a cranky mod. on the brightside my grandpa likes me more now that my hair is red, he only made one comment about my weight "you look like you great time in ireland, you even have the irish shape!"
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| nothing was enough till my middle name was excess |
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| 03:30pm 08/08/2006 |
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mood:  everyone has a petty side music: pj harvey
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i wish it still was the dark ages, things were so straight forward then. relatively speaking. there were more rules of conduct and the punishment for digression was more severe so peoples behaviour was esier to predict and decipher.
there were also duels. yes, women were not allowed to have them, but it would be slightly modified middle ages.
so i have this list, yes ive been keeping a list, of people who i would challenge to a duel. some are to the death, others are till first blood. but the piont is by challenging someone to a duel you could get out all the pent up feelings that you both have and you would finfihs something once and for all. plus it would be bad ass.
and i would be sexy cause i would be able to live through winter without them feeding me that much and i could birth many children.
Somehow I lost touch
When you went out of sight
When you got lost into the city
Got lost into the night
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You carried all my hopes
Until something broke inside
But now
We float
{All the emblems
of my distress.
God help me to hide them
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| nothing was enough till my middle name was excess |
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| 03:11pm 08/08/2006 |
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mood: everyone has a petty side music: pj harvey
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i wish it still was the dark ages, things were so straight forward then. relatively speaking. there were more rules of conduct and the punishment for digression was more severe so peoples behaviour was esier to predict and decipher.
there were also duels. yes, women were not allowed to have them, but it would be slightly modified middle ages.
so i have this list, yes ive been keeping a list, of people who i would challenge to a duel. some are to the death, others are till first blood. but the piont is by challenging someone to a duel you could get out all the pent up feelings that you both have and you would finfihs something once and for all. plus it would be bad ass.
and i would be sexy cause i would be able to live through winter without them feeding me that much and i could birth many children.
Somehow I lost touch
When you went out of sight
When you got lost into the city
Got lost into the night
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You carried all my hopes
Until something broke inside
But now
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| 05:01pm 09/07/2006 |
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hi you guys!!!!!!
sorry i havent posted yet and commented and stuff, i lost my password so i cant get on the computers onm my own, i stole adams for the moment.
im having such a good time!
i met this italian drug dealing waiter who jump on me while i was doing laundry, this crazy drunk kinda homeleess guy gave me some of his banana, and i got kicked out of a bar at 7.30 because i did waaaaay to much pre-drinking
shit son g2g
love you and miss you all
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| bonnie ol' ireland (yes, i kno, scotland, but this is an modern age) |
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| 07:37pm 02/07/2006 |
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HELLO from across the pond!
ladies and gents the weather is fine and im in heaven!
i love it here, the pubs are ill, the smokes great and the men DAMN fine.
i have to pee like a pregnant racehorse on steroids who just drank a couple pints so this wont be long
shit son, this is actually done i might piss myself
i'll post again send me email, i'll try to send letters.
love you all (and everone who desnt have the extreme awsome coolness of lj)
miss you all (ditto)
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| Then fell on Merlin a great melancholy; he walked with dreams and darkness |
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| 12:54pm 24/06/2006 |
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mood:  st. gearoge and me dragon
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well, 5 days to go, and i will miss you guys. im really happy to be leaving tho, things are just getting crazy and crazier, and i am all too happy to let this round pass me by.
i hada dream last night that i lived like merlin did, and really i was closer to rebirth than i thought. it was so strange, i understood so much more and i was having so much fun, because i had been old, and now i was this young, free, teenager with all the expected bits, hormones and other things.
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| never had much going, hard to forget |
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| 01:53pm 17/06/2006 |
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mood:  bored music: the band <3 (not good working music, i get distracted)
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alison's are never happy in songs, they either are cheating lovers, or they are weird , or they seem to be crazy or something. i cant wait till monday, then i will be free! Free! like a bird on a tree or something equally bullshit, ill be done school im not working at all next week, which kinda blows cause no $$, but worth it cause ive sepent so much time in that store this week. i tried to buy a chocolat bar there last night and i didnt have enough money, i hate when that happens. i found a realy cool paper dinosaur and i stuck it on the coner of the pit, it looks pretty cool, but i'll be sad if some kind comes back for it. i miss you guys and i cant wait till and i can leave this god forsaken place and go chill. well, i should go work on the essay, if it's done i might be able to go out tomrow. good bye
p.s
True Neutral Half-Elf Fighter
True Neutral characters are very rare. They believe that balance is the most important thing, and will not side with any other force. They will do whatever is necessary to preserve that balance, even if it means switching allegiances suddenly.
Half-Elves are a cross between a human and an elf. They are smaller, like their elven ancestors, but have a much shorter lifespan. They are sometimes looked down upon as half-breeds, but this is rare. They have both the curious drive of humans and the patience of elves.
Fighters are the warriors. They use weapons to accomplish their goals. This isn't to say that they aren't intelligent, but that they do, in fact, believe that violence is frequently the answer.
or
You Are A:
Chaotic Good Elf Ranger Fighter
Follower Of Solonor Thelandria
Alignment:
Chaotic Good characters are independent types with a strong belief in the value of goodness. They have little use for governments and other forces of order, and will generally do their own things, without heed to such groups.
Race:
Elves are the eldest of all races, although they are generally a bit smaller than humans. They are generally well-cultured, artistic, easy-going, and because of their long lives, unconcerned with day-to-day activities that other races frequently concern themselves with. Elves are, effectively, immortal, although they can be killed. After a thousand years or so, they simply pass on to the next plane of existance.
Primary Class:
Rangers are the defenders of nature and the elements. They are in tune with the Earth, and work to keep it safe and healthy.
Secondary Class:
Fighters are the warriors. They use weapons to accomplish their goals. This isn't to say that they aren't intelligent, but that they do, in fact, believe that violence is frequently the answer.
Deity:
Solonor Thelandria is the Chaotic Good elven god of archery and the hunt. He is also known as the Keen Eye, the Great Archer, and the Forest Hunter. His followers respect nature, and only hunt when needed, but are quick to defend the forest from intruders. Their favorite weapon is the bow, and they tend to be extremely talented with it. Solonor Thelandria's symbol is an arrow with green fletchings. |
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| 12:54am 14/06/2006 |
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lo and behold
and that glimmers isnt gold
is it wrong to cling to it even tho you know it's not real?
alison droped the cowbell on the ashtray
alison droped the cowbell on the ashtray
6'oclock on a monday
flying up ina glorious spray
alison droped the cowbell on the ashtray
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| 01:39pm 10/06/2006 |
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drop in a bucket
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it's kinda funny how these songs i like are so much more relevant these days. Allison, for example, is about a cheating lover, and in my younger, naive days, i was like, that song ain't about me, but i guess it is, and long black veil by the band?
dont even get me started. that song is my hommie in all the possible senses (and rick danko<3 sings it) |
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| 12:55pm 04/06/2006 |
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mood:  what is going on?
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i was checking my messages today, and i got this random call at 4 in the morning that was all like "Are you fucking retarded or something?"
and i have no idea if it's from somenone i know, cause technically speaking i am kinda fucking retarded, or it could be some crazy coincidence too.
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| 02:12pm 03/06/2006 |
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who'd of thought i'd end up here? fun night, crazy night, surprising on all fronts.
erica HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hope you all had an awsome possum night last night, and will (are?) having a bitchin fine day.
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| She has a few charms in her mechanised arms, But you wake up and find yourself dead. |
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| 09:29pm 31/05/2006 |
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music: the departure of my brain, its packing right now
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this weekend is going to BLOW! i have to work friday night, saturday is my brothers confirmation, and i have to cook and clean and entertain my relatives (which is oh so much fun, and i swear i do it soo well.....) i also have to work on saturday, but i cant cause i have other things to do, and i cant find anyone to take my shift, so i dont know if i should call in sick satruday morning, cause i will be fine friday, then the next day i will be too sick to work? doesnt really make that much sense. i could call and be all tearfull and say i cant come into work for personal reasons.... i dont know how well that will fly either.
anyone have good get- out- of - work -quick reasons? (erica im looking at you?)
i got the message today, took me months beforei got it through my thivk skull, but i do now, not that makes me sign with joy or anything, just its better than nothing.
lol, i laughed really hard when i read the poem the title is from. i never thought anyone serious would write about waking up dead it was good too, i enjoyed it
i wish i could write like the things i read
i just made key lime pie instead of doing my isu, and my mum wouldnt let me go see a movie and i threw a temper tantrum
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