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| 03:07pm 25/02/2004 |
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I got a 100% on my sociology exam, and a 101% on my biology. My biology teacher said that I got the highest grade in all of her classes.
I fucking RAWK!I want presents!And ice cream! And sex! |
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| posting from school again. |
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| 12:20pm 24/02/2004 |
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I just finished my sociology exam, and i actually feel pretty good about it. I hear that only two people got an A on the biology exam though, and I'm really afraid that I'm not one of those people. But i studied like crazy, so I guess I'm just going to have to accept the results I got. =/ She drops a test score when she averages for your grade, so if I did badly there's always a chance it'll be my lowest grade. ACK! |
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| 06:23pm 21/02/2004 |
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mood: relieved music: Bob Dylan - Tangled Up in Blue
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Jasmine is home from the hospital, it looks like she's going to be fine. she's on lots of antibiotics, but that was to be expected. but she's back, and demanding sushi, so it's all good. thanks for the positive thoughts, guys! |
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| 12:21pm 19/02/2004 |
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mood:  anxious music: School backround noises
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Sorry I've not been around, but Jasmine is in the hospital with pneumonia, on oxygen and everything. I'll be home as soon as she's well enough to come home. |
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| distances that cannot be spanned, again... |
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| 08:26pm 30/01/2004 |
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mood:  crushed music: Pogues - Wild Cats of Kilkenny
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why can't i ever be happy with who and what i am? i've come so far in the past year, regaining functioning step by step until i almost have a life. but in the process i have come to weigh a great deal more than i did. and instead of feeling good about all the things i've done, i feel bad about being fat. |
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| 03:59pm 12/12/2003 |
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mood:  geeky music: Culture Club - Miss Me Blind
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Would someone please get me an orneryboy or diesel sweeties T-shirt for Winter Holiday? I take whatever the largest size they have is. |
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| 12:30pm 11/12/2003 |
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mood: amused music: Something Fast - SOM
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You are Animal.
You are completely nuts, but fun to be around.
SPECIAL TALENTS:
Drums, Women, Food.
HOBBIES:
Drums, Women, Food.
FAVORITE EXPRESSIONS:
"Louder!", "Food now!" and
"Want Woman!"
LAST BOOK EATEN:
"The Musicians' Guide to Drums, Women &
Food"
NEVER LEAVES HOME WITHOUT:
An appetite.
What Muppet are you?
brought to you by Quizilla |
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| It has come to my attention... |
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| 06:56pm 07/11/2003 |
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mood:  cheerful music: Esthero - Country Livin'
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That not everyone knows about Live365. Internet Radio that is free, with less commercials than regular radio. If you have a broadband connection you cannot live without this. Go to Live365.com and check it out. |
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| 09:24pm 13/06/2003 |
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True story from my life: A one armed man met his first sight of my hair with a polite request for me to fuck him.
My life is actually a surrealist comic strip, i think. |
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| 11:49am 08/03/2003 |
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someone asked to be added to my friends list, but included a snipe towards someone who is already on in their request, so was not, and will not be added. to those who read this and are having interpersonal problems, my journal is not a forum for you to air them. if you want to remain part of the community of people who hears my thoughts, air your dirty laundry in YOUR journal. you know who you are. |
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| A new year... |
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| 11:35am 03/01/2003 |
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Due to events of the last few months, i have decided to make my journal friends only. i have alot of drama, especially right now with the move, which i am unsure i want to make. i find it hard to be in a good mood. it has been brought to my attention that this is afflicting other people.
so here's the solution. if you want to be on the friends list, reply to this post. think about it before you reply, please. starting now, there will be no more apologies. |
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| 04:49am 23/12/2002 |
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mood:  uncomfortable music: Oh, Industry -- Bette Midler
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i am in so much pain right now. a different tooth is starting to die, i guess, because it's the other side of my mouth. it's 4:30am and it hurts so bad i can't sleep. i've taken an assload of alleve, the only painkiller in the house, and it doesn't seem to be working.
i feel like crap. i'm incredibly tired of feeling like crap. i want to get my teeth fixed, but with no money and no insurance that's increasingly unlikely to happen before i lose most of them. i want psychiatric meds, so i can get a job with money and insurance, but i can't get meds without money and insurance. i keep telling myself that things will be different after the move, but i've been wrong about that before.
when things have to change, it's always me that does the changing. increased pain tolerance, in this case, like that's something i need.
if all i have to look forward to is increasing poverty and illness, mental and otherwise, why am i still here? |
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| Y'all act like you never seen a white person before... |
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| 12:16am 21/12/2002 |
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mood:  annoyed music: Eminem -- The Real Slim Shady
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setting: NEW ORLEANS, FRERET BUS, THE GHETTO
A WOMAN in her late twenties is riding the bus, she is wearing chef's pants, a white chef's cap, and a red hoodie. She nods slightly in time to whatever is on her headphones. She pulls the bell to signal her stop
DRIVER(pulling on THE WOMAN's sleeve to get her attention):Ma'am, are you sure you want to get off here? This isn't the kind of neighborhood someone like you should be walking around alone in.
WOMAN(pulling an earpiece off, rap lyrics blaring):...and put one of those fingers on each hand up, and be proud to be out of your mind and out of control,and one more time... Excuse me?
DRIVER(looking at the woman like she just sprouted 14 extra heads): It's just that this isn't the greatest neighborhood, and you might not be safe...
WOMAN(sighing): I know what kind of neighborhood it is, I live here.
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setting: NEW ORLEANS, A RESTARAUNT, THE KITCHEN
THE WOMAN puts a CD in the boombox. Blistering rap lyrics again. THE WOMAN begins to chop vegetables. BLACK CHRISTIAN COOK enters and also begins various kitchen tasks. Several other cooks enter and begin working...
BCC:(looking askance at the boombox): Who put this on?
SILENCE
BCC: There's a lady in this room, and this is offensive music. I think we should change it.
WOMAN: Why don't you let me decide what I'm offended by?
BCC: This isn't the kind of music you should be listening to.
WOMAN: That's funny, because I put this CD in. It's mine. I LIKE this music.
SILENCE
Dear Mr. Mathers,
I totally understand why you're so angry. People are too stupid to understand that not everyone limits their musical taste by the color of their skin. Or their sexual preference. I get even more shit for being gay and a woman and listening to you than I do for being white. However, I understand that every time you scream the "faggot" at the top of your lungs, and get away with it, that you protect my right to be one. Thank you.
Someone who is not what she looks like,
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| 02:56am 15/12/2002 |
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mood:  determined music: Ozzy --- Facing Hell
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okay, so alot has happen since i last posted. i had been so fucked up by circumstances i couldn't even post. first, the job problems, then the boys came to live with us, then i had another bad bout with my favorite disorder.
so i decided it needed fixing. Whipman had mentioned that his place of business was hiring. So i applied. and because i have the Skillz, i get hired. yay! well this place is really happy, and the head chef is a computer nut, who doesn't mind chatting about quantum and oxygen all night. so i work many many hours with the two jobs, for about a week. and then thursday rolls around, and i get my check from sun ray. there's $50 missing. they say they'll fix it, but only after they get a refund from the insurance agency. this totally fucks up my whole life, because i really am that poor. so i quit. i have another job, and they are more than willing to put me on full time, at a higher rate of pay than sun ray. great. but, being an honest person, i decide to give these assholes a week's notice. i go in the next day, do my work, and as i'm cleaning up and getting ready to leave, i get called into the back to explain to one of the managers why i'm quitting. so i say my piece, get yelled at because the fact that *they* stole money from *me* is my fault, and told to not come back. fine, the new job will happily accomodate that. so i go back out to leave, and suddenly, one of my very expensive knives is missing. after a bout of unreasonableness, wherein i threatened not to leave until my knife was returned, and much frantic searching, i leave and go to the other job, removing one of their crappy house knives, and letting them know i will be back. i haven't gone back yet because my patience is at a minimum level right now, and i'm afraid i might kill.
ugh. the saga never ends, but on the plus side, i am off for the next two days, have had some good sex kinda stuff lately, and am making a really cool ramones CD for Caro as i type. :) so it's not all bad. and all the people at work are smiley and happy to see me, except for one, who is leaving after xmas, and even he still tells me i do a good job to my face. so overall, i am alot happier than i was at the beginning of the week. yay me! |
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