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[Sep. 6th, 2006|10:15 pm] |
I think I might be going crazy.
I think I might be going crazy.
I think I might be going crazy. |
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[Feb. 5th, 2005|10:06 pm] |
Up until now, I've left most of my entries public. I just locked a few that I didn't feel like having open to the general public. Recently, though, I've had a few problems, a few big problems, with people seeing, reading, knowing things that are not meant for them. So, without further ado, my LiveJournal will be friends only from now on. I may very well change my mind in the future, but for now, I'd feel better knowing just who reads this. It's not like I'm especially interesting anyway, so I doubt that this will really affect anyone.
And as for you who do read this: I trust you guys. Don't betray that, kay?
Banner courtesy of ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) xblack_starrx. |
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| Now I remember why I always allow myself to be dragged to these stupid school dances... |
[Feb. 5th, 2005|01:23 pm] |
| [ | Feeling |
| | hungover, but not | ] |
| [ | Jamming to |
| | Green Day - Boulevard of Broken Dreams | ] |
Dare to Care dance last night. Fucking. Awesome. I should not ever, ever have that much fun at a school dance. I've discovered that the best way to have fun at such an event is to forget who you are, lose all of your dignity, your pride, your self-worth, and dance with everyone no matter how much you hate them.
I showed up about ten minutes late and met Jessie, John, and Jesse outside. We went in, and there were about ten people there. No lie. It was one of the most pathetic things I've ever seen; luckily, it filled up fast. I drifted between lots of people... Chelsea and Dan, Katt and Kera, Char and Torrie and their groupies, Morgan and Jesse and Jessie and John, and tons of other people. I danced with everyone, and Char and I rocked out so hardcore to 867-5309 and completely cleared the dance floor, and Chelsea and I did our awesome 80s dance, and we skanked alone in the middle of the floor. I wish to god that I'd had my camera. I'll post pictures if I can glean any from other people.
I was f-ing crazy all night. I felt like I was on the longest, raddest high ever. I acted like I was too, apparently, since so many people wanted to know if I'd done anything. Man, give me a break guys, I can have fun without drugs and booze. I'm just a weirdo, not an addict. Past mistakes have a way of never leaving you.
Afterwards we went to the Athena Diner; I was ubar broke, so I just got cinnamon toast. After that I went home with Jessie, and we hung out in the hot tub with Char and Torrie for about an hour; then we watched Napoleon Dynamite. Best. Ever.
Some not-so-good things happened too. Like Anthony and Morgan... I guess that it was good that he was honest, but his timing fucking sucked. I feel bad as hell for Morgan... I hope that it didn't completely ruin her time... And there was other stuff too, stuff that made me very, very angry. I kept it out of my mind for that night, but now it's time to deal with it. I am going to have a little talk with a certain person, about consideration for other people's feelings and about not being a complete asshole to the people who have been friends to you. Honest to god, the cruelty of people never ceases to amaze me. |
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[Feb. 4th, 2005|06:30 pm] |
The black and white dance is tonight, in about a half an hour. I didn't want to go much, but I was talked into it, and I guess it will be fun. I'm just wearing my official dress pants and a white GD tank top. (It has some red and blue on it, but if anyone has a problem, I'll just turn it inside out. ^^) I'm not so much concerned about my appearance. I'm more concerned with who I'm gonna get to make out with. >.>
Tom still has my camera, so I won't be able to take pictures ::dies:: but I'll post more tomorrow.
My hair looks so f-ing gorgeous right now, but with my luck, it'll get all frizzy and gross the second I leave the house.
I love everything. Except you. <3 |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2005|04:53 pm] |
| [ | Feeling |
| |  Eh. | ] |
| [ | Jamming to |
| | FFX music... | ] |
At my mom's, playing FFX. I'm up to about seventy hours, partially because I'd rather have a good game than a fast one, and partially because I keep leaving it on while I sleep/play on the compi/leave the house. ^^;;
I'm not very interesting today.
That's all you get, I guess.
EDIT:
I am so broke. I need a job in the worst way. I'm going to have to whore myself good to get money for True Colors. And Westminster... I've never been before, and I wanted sooo badly to go. But fifty dollars might as well be a million. I wonder sometimes if I'd be happier if my family had money. |
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[Jan. 31st, 2005|05:22 pm] |
| [ | Feeling |
| |  anxious | ] |
| [ | Jamming to |
| | Paul Simon - Call Me Al | ] |
Not a bad day. I got back exam grades for Chem and English, a 94 and an 80, respectively. The English grade isn't actually that bad, considering I ran out of time and didn't do the five-paragraph essay that was about fifteen points of the grade. o.o
Last period was our first day of gym. It will rawk this year, because Liz, Jade, and Tom are in my class. Fucking rad.
Leant my camera and tablet to Tom, so I get to borrow FFX-2. w00t. Even though everyone says it sucks.
I love the sun.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEFF!!
That's all you get. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2005|09:13 pm] |
| [ | Feeling |
| | Eh. | ] |
| [ | Jamming to |
| | Family Guy | ] |
Went to the mall with Jessie and John today. Just a quick trip, so we were only there for an hour. I bought R.A. Salvatore's Icewind Dale trilogy, an 'I <3 the 80s' shirt, and a Ramones skirt that's so rad it makes my eyes bleed.
I haven't whored myself in a while, so here are a few pictures. Nothing very good. Pictures of my rad skirt too.
( You fucking love it. )
EDIT:
I need to find a new way to do my hair... I'm growing it out again, and it's at this weird in-between stage, so I can't do anything with it. Whenever I do it the way I used to, I look like an old woman with a bad perm. T.T My hair is the bane of my existance. I've been seriously trying to persuade my dad to let me shave my head for years. If he gave me permission, I'd do it in a heartbeat. /lazy |
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| Nostalgia kills. |
[Jan. 28th, 2005|07:09 pm] |
| [ | Feeling |
| |  bad | ] |
Yesterday were English and Soash exams. Neither was especially difficult, but I lost mega-points on both for not finishing. That's what always kills me. Today was Latin, not too tough. Mr. Mangino was a fucking weirdo, as always. Three years with him and I still can't decide whether I love him or detest him. He's entertaining, at least.
Jessie, John, Chelsea, Morgan, Katt, Jess, Liz, and I all went to lunch at Half Moon during the second exam period. It was a lot of fun and the food was great. I'm just not much in the mood to write more now. >.> Oh, and Katt got raped by John's gear knob.
My head hurts. Tonight is gonna suck. I can tell already.
Quote of the Day:
Chelsea and me: Hey Morgan. Nice ass.
Morgan: Thanks, wanna touch it?
::x:: you can't wish back the past ::x::
::x:: trying will destroy you ::x::
::x:: remember ::x::
EDIT:
Been playing with PhotoShop all night. I'm no good at it, and I can't do anything remotely useful, but I like to play with colours and filters. ( Check out the radial blur action. ) |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 27th, 2005|07:51 pm] |
| [ | Feeling |
| | dull | ] |
This is probably the smartest
thing that I've seen all day.
I think I need to find
more intellectual friends.
<3
Megan |
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[Jan. 27th, 2005|04:00 pm] |
No regrets.
No mother fucking regrets.
(((She's never coming back.))) |
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[Jan. 25th, 2005|01:12 pm] |
| [ | Feeling |
| |  wonderful! | ] |
| [ | Jamming to |
| | Cheap Trick - I Want You to Want Me | ] |
Pre-calc and Social Psych exams today. I didn't finish Pre-Calc, but I think I did okay on the rest of it. Social Psych was easy as hell, just some multiple choice and an essay, so I finished an hour early.
I am in a fucking spectacular mood. I don't know why. The weather maybe. Call me crazy, but I just love the sun. It's because I'm a Sagittarius, I guess. I can think of a million reasons why I shouldn't be, but none of them really seem to matter right now. Creepy. >.> |
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[Jan. 24th, 2005|03:05 pm] |
| [ | Feeling |
| | dancing >.> | ] |
| [ | Jamming to |
| | Phish - Johnny B Goode | ] |
I have never been so angry about a ninety-minute delay in my life. All that occured was that I had to stay at school until 1.30 instead of noon. Bad f-ing deal.
So school. I had to do the tsunami announcement, but I didn't have it written down anywhere, so I had to make it up off the top of my head. >.< Spare me the comments, please. Then I had my chem exam, which was pretty easy. Then I had a bagel, which was goot. Then my VoAg exam, which was not goot. I literally left about 75% of it blank. It was fucking pathetic. I am going to fail and die on the streets cold and alone. I wish I were kidding.
I'm frustrated. I think I'mma go play DDR and take it out of the floor. And then I'll go play FFVIII (thanks Tom) once my brother gets off of my damn compi. >.< Nothing that's mine in this house is actually mine, apparently. I wish that for one day, I was treated like my brother is. He can do no wrong. I don't even know why he's on my computer. He has his own, and it's a hell of a lot better than mine. And he has his own TV and his own Xbox. Why can't he leave me the hell alone?
EDIT
I made spaghetti with veggie-meatballs. It's good, but when I took it out of the microwave, I used my mad ninja skizzelz to kick the door shut. Death and destruction ensued.
I had an AstroChart made for me online... I believe very strongly in zodiac and astrology, and this quite accurate. It's long, so I doubt that anyone will read it, but I'm posting it here for my own reference purposes. The stuff that I think is correct is italicized... ( My AstroChart ) |
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[Jan. 23rd, 2005|06:53 pm] |
| [ | Feeling |
| |  energetic | ] |
| [ | Jamming to |
| | The Dead - A Little Piece for You | ] |
Friday: Hung out at home and played the Sims 2 all night. And most of the morning. >.>
Saturday: Hung out at home, and then went over my mum's in the evening to play FFX. Gained ubar-experience, finally defeated Seymour Flux (the bastard), went through Zanarkand and defeated Yunalesca, and am currently in the process of gaining more ubar-experience so I can face Sin. Which will undoubtably end in disaster. I lost track of time and forgot to sleep, so I just played through the night. My FFX addiction (and what else could you call it?) is becoming detrimental, I think.
Sunday: Came back home after spending the night at Mom's. Played some Chrono Cross, talked to some people. Went and had a hardXore DDR session. Only for an hour or so, because I'm out of practice and out of shape. In the summer I could have a twelve-hour dance-a-thon and then go for a bike ride afterwards. My stamina is crap now. I'm getting a lot better though. Moonlight Shadow is the best song ever, and Sana Mollete Ne Ente is very fun to play on heavy.
Grawr. I have Chem and VoAg exams tomorrow, and I should be studying. But I'll do it later. <-- famous last words
It SNOWED! A lot! And it's absolutely PERFECT! Perfect snowball/snowman/playing-in snow. And it's gonna be really cold for the next week or two, so it's not gonna melt immediately. Tomorrow or Tuesday, I'm sledding at Hunter's. If anyone wants to join me, I'd be thrilled to have you, but if not, I'll go alone. I'm tired of trying to drag along people who don't want to go.
<3
EDIT:
Okay, that website thing is not as simple as Tom insisted that it was. I've been sitting here trying to figure it out for twenty minutes or so, and so far I've only succeeded in frustrating myself to the point where I'm ready to slit my wrists open. Apparently this requires more that basic HTML knowledge, which is all I've got. I'm too stupid to live; how do I even remember to breathe? |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 20th, 2005|08:41 pm] |
| [ | Feeling |
| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | Jamming to |
| | David Bowie is a Jew. >.> | ] |
Didn't do much today. Stayed after for SWA: took our picture for the yearbook, and worked on stories for the morning announcements. I was supposed to go to the DMV today... which didn't happen. Next week I hope.
The death penalty. I want your opinion. Go. |
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[Jan. 19th, 2005|05:19 pm] |
| [ | Feeling |
| |  stressed | ] |
| [ | Jamming to |
| | the Fellowship of the Ring soundtrack | ] |
I haven't made a real entry in ages, so this shall be the uber-entry to end all entries. Don't expect much detail, though. It shall start with the Friday before last... :: insert wavy movie flashback thing here ::
Friday: I hung out after school with Liz. We stole wood from Mr. D and returned it to the wild. Tree-killer.
Saturday: Went to the movies with Char, Torrie, and Tom. See teh previous entry.
Sunday: Hung out at home.
Monday: Don't remember. >.>
Tuesday: Stayed after school for the FFA meeting. We played bear hug. I have really awful looking bruises on my knees.
Wednesday: Don't remember. <.<
Thursday: We got our PSAT results back. The score goes out of 2400 now, not 1600; I got a 2040 and I'm in the 97th percentile. In Critical reading I got a 63 and I'm in the 93rd percentile; for Math I got a 61 and I'm in the 85th percentile; and in Writing I got an 80 and I'm in the 99th percentile. I guess that they're not bad results, but I'm disappointed because I truly think that I could have done better. Especially in math and reading... You should've heard my dad yell about my crappy scores. >.<
Friday: Stayed after for the Students for World Awareness meeting. Chelsea and I made fancy signs and put them on the coffee cans that we're gonna use to collect donations for tsunami relief in local businesses. And we found a bunch of old books in a garbage can. BOOKS. In a GARBAGE CAN. So we stole them. >.> I grabbed a copy of Salinger's Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters from 1971 and the Essential Works of Marxism from 1969. Books. In a garbage can. I just don't get it.
Saturday: Wahoo! My copy of Chrono Cross finally came in! I played it nonstop...
Sunday: Still playing it...
Monday: Day off from school. Still playing Chrono Cross.
Tuesday: Stayed after and hung out with Ryan, Brandon, Shayna, Katie, and others. They're not really friends of mine, but they can be rad sometimes. ^_^
Wednesday: Classes were boring, but we got to watch Twelve Angry Men in Social Psych, so that wasn't so bad. I went straight home after school because I didn't feel like staying after. And here I am.
Exams are next week, which is rad because I like tests and I really like half-days. I have a free period second on Thursday, so we must all hang out. Candy run, mebbe. >.> After midterms I stop taking Sociology (T.T) and Social Psych (yessss....) and pick up Health and gym. Blech. =P
Okay, I'mma go write my English paper now. It's over two weeks late, but forty's better than a zero, I guess. Mrs. Hall's great to cut me some slack. Were I her, I don't know if I'd be as accommodating.
Quotes of the Day:
Jeff is talking about soccer.
Me: In England, they call soccer football...
Jeff: That's because in England, they don't have football.
Me: Yes they do. They call it rugby...
Jeff: ... That's a completely different game. It's like comparing soccer to a lemon.
Me: In England, they call lemons limes...
Jeff: ... THEY DO NOT!
Mr. Mangino is showing our class a lumpi.
Monica: Oh, Mr. Mangino, he looks just like you.
Mr. Mangino: :: blank stare :: I didn't realise that I was so... round.
Stay close to me while the sky is falling.
I don't want to be left alone,
I don't want to be alone. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 11th, 2005|09:35 pm] |
| [ | Feeling |
| | sheltered | ] |
| [ | Jamming to |
| | Mae - Summertime | ] |
I am becoming a serious memesheep.
Ask me five questions.
Any five no matter how personal, private, or random.
I have to answer them honestly. I have to answer them all.
In turn, you must post this meme in your own journal.
I don't like to answer personal questions. As much as I lurve rambling on about myself, I'm not really a fan of speaking about myself seriously, or letting people know who I am. So I guess if anyone really cares to know anything personal about me (unlikely) now is the time to ask. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 10th, 2005|12:32 pm] |
| [ | Feeling |
| |  artistic | ] |
| [ | Jamming to |
| | Katt talking. ^_^ | ] |
moroveus recently posted the following meme. I have shamelessly stolen it from him.
1. Comment here and I'll pick one of your LJ interests and draw a picture using MSPAINT or something.
2. You have no say in what I draw for you, or the quality thereof. It may be offensive, it may be obscene. Deal with it.
3. Put this meme in your journal along with the pictures drawn for you.
( My pictures )
So comment. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 8th, 2005|10:07 pm] |
| [ | Feeling |
| |  cold | ] |
| [ | Jamming to |
| | TV | ] |
Yeah, so White Noise was pretty bad. Not really bad, but it definitely sucked. I went with Char, Tom, and Torrie, so twasn't the usual crowd, but I didn't mind. Char and I layed all over each other and talked the whole time, so Tom and Torrie were ready to kill us. After the movie was over, we stood outside in the cold, and Char and I made out to scare the people near us. So my tongue was down her throat, and this guy passed us and gave us a look of pure lust; horny, sex-driven, maniacal lust, and it was so funny that I immediately started laughing and couldn't stop. Oops. ^__^
Ha. Now Tom and Torrie finally know me. They hate me too, I bet. I'm absolutely horrible, especially once you meet me. I wish that people would believe me when I tell them that.
EDIT:
I <333 Turtle Man. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 7th, 2005|07:14 pm] |
| [ | Feeling |
| | I need to get out of the house | ] |
| [ | Jamming to |
| | the White Stripes - Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground | ] |
So. Goddamn. Bored.
I haven't been out in ages, so someone pleeease call me or text my phone or something, and we'll go to the mall or the movies or someplace.
Bored bored bored bored bored.
EDIT:
Woo! Movies tomorrow with Tom, Char, Torrie I think, and maybe other people? I don't care, at least I'm getting out of the house. And White Noise looks fucking creepy. |
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