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[Friday, June 20, 2003
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my thesaurus says:
electric adj. dynamic, exciting, thrilling, electrifying, stirring, inspiring, charged, stimulating, galvanizing, startling, tense, expectant.
this is electric.
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[Tuesday, June 10, 2003
@ 10:15a] |
waking up early to clean the house is awful.
Michael called a couple times last night, and I missed it because I was at the of montreal show. I hope he is okay. The show last night was pretty great. The Crayons were wonderful, as usual.
I think I might have to work today, but I'm not sure. I should definitely look into that.
[I woke up in the middle of the night Sunday. The room was hot and my thoughts were keeping me awake. My self-doubt was haunting me. I rolled over and I watched you sleep. I was looking for some sort of reassurance. I wanted to be sure that all of this was right. [not right forever- I'm not looking for signs that we're 'soul mates,' people grow and change, the situations are different- but right for now.] I watched you breathe in and out. I put my hand over your heart and I felt it beat. I stared into your face desperately seeking something unknown. I couldn't find it. I was done. I just wanted to go back to sleep. As I rolled over, you reached out for me and pulled me into you. And I felt so foolish for doubting myself. And I was happy. [no more doubt. and no more arguing over where we're going to eat.]]
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| October 29, 2002 |
[Monday, June 02, 2003
@ 12:26a] |
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After I dropped Michael off tonight, I put in a mix CD from months ago. This song was on that CD. It made me the happiest girl in the world. This song was playing when you first kissed me. In your room. After pizza. With your night light on. On October 29, 2002.
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[Monday, May 26, 2003
@ 11:41a] |
i love you.
just know that.
xoxo
willi_m
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[Thursday, May 15, 2003
@ 11:33p] |
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Tonight wasn't awful.
It turns out my pregnant bitch of a/an [assistant] manager has been lying to my manager about me. I think she was trying to get me fired, but I don't know why. She got transferred to another store, so I won't have to deal with her anymore.
I told Brett that I was keeping a secret. A secret so great that I wanted the world to know. A secret that makes me happier than I've been in months. I'm no good at keeping secrets, but he didn't catch on. Thank heavens. No one is supposed to know.
I was reunited with an internet friend tonight. [that sounds so lame.] We stopped talking when I changed my AIM. He might be moving to Tampa. That's exciting.
Grad party tomorrow night with Big Mike like what. I don't really want to go, so I feel even worse for dragging Mike along. Oh, but I will look hott. I have to make up for how awful I've looked this past four years of high school. I'm wearing a really tight shirt and extra-lowrise black pants, and I'm so bloated. Guess who's not eating tomorrow. Just water. Fuck.
Day 1 and Day 2 are usually full of tears, cramps, and overeating. Day 3 is usually far better. and I am off to bed.
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[Wednesday, March 12, 2003
@ 03:18p] |
Friends only.
So sorry.
Leave a comment.
♥
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| 'Young hearts be free tonight..' |
[Wednesday, January 01, 2003
@ 11:23p] |
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Rod Stewart was on in the car on the way home and now he's stuck in my head.
The past 28 hours have been weird like whoa. Too much medication, sweating, and bleeding. Right now, I can feel my whole body throbbing. Maybe it's the medication, but I don't think so. I'm giggling like an idiot. That's definitely from the medication.
My camera was finally put to good use.
Good night all. It is far past my bed time.
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[Tuesday, December 31, 2002
@ 02:35p] |
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My mom agrees with me. He has absolutely no counter argument, but he's so fucking stubborn. Now I know where I get it from.
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[Tuesday, December 31, 2002
@ 12:40p] |
yay!! I finally figured out how to work my I Zone camera!!
Who's up for taking pictures of a naked gunslinger?
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[Tuesday, December 31, 2002
@ 11:08a] |
Test Results
| You think of yourself as being calm, bright, different, and happy. | | Others think of you as being quiet, alone, beautiful, and content. | | Your relationships can be described as comforting, warm, clear, and fun. | | When stressed, you feel trapped. |
Take this test here.
My choice of words is kind of lame, but I just woke up- so whatev. And, of course, it says that others see me as 'beautiful.' I'm so fucking narcissistic, but I wasn't even describing myself when I said that- I was describing my favorite animal.
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| 'I was just thinking, most of last Wednesday, I hope we're together from here until dooms day.' |
[Monday, December 30, 2002
@ 06:14p] |
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My 2002 in 20 words:
PacSun, high school like a mother fucker, bad hair cuts, painful endings, shaky beginnings, picnics, growing up and moving on.
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[Monday, December 30, 2002
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Fuck you, live journal. You win. I've spent an hour trying to fix my journal because you keep fucking it up. I'm done fighting for tonight. I'm going to bed.
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[Monday, December 30, 2002
@ 12:06a] |
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If there is still more than one of the same journal entry, I'm sorry. I guess live journal hates me.
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[Sunday, December 29, 2002
@ 03:41a] |
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I've been home for about two hours now, and I can't seem to fall asleep. I hate this.
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[Sunday, December 29, 2002
@ 02:04a] |
ha. Nathaniel showed this to me: http://www.catandgirl.com/view.cgi?26
He told me I look like Girl. I thought it was pretty funny. Christine, I thought about you when I read it because I know you're such a big fan of dead baby jokes.
good night all.
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[Saturday, December 28, 2002
@ 02:11p] |
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I feel so great. Things are okay with my parents.
Oh, you make me so happy. so happy.
and I'm off to work!
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[Friday, December 27, 2002
@ 10:42p] |
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So, here's a summary of my evening:
-I got hit on by one of my female coworkers again
-I went to scratch my tummy and some one asked 'what is okazaki, and why do you have it written on your stomach?' ha.
-My manager tried to run me over.
My coworkers are freaks.
I think I'm going to sit down and talk with my parents tomorrow. I need to show them I'm responsible. We'll see how it goes.
I'm not particularly tired, but I'm not allowed out ::at least I don't think I am:: So I guess I will go to bed. [sigh]
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[Friday, December 27, 2002
@ 12:22p] |
I hate being stuck in my house. I can't stop thinking about last night. You were in my dreams.
I think I'm addicted.
. I n e e d y o u l i k e w h o a .
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[Friday, December 27, 2002
@ 04:04a] |
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My parents are mad at me. I feel bad. They feel like I'm trying to take advantage of them. I don't mean to.
I had such a great time tonight. I just wish I wasn't such a bad daughter.
I feel like the parent-child relationship is made up of two people who depend very heavily on each other, not just the child on the parent. I feel like I don't depend on them anymore as much as they depend on me.
This probably doesn't make any sense. I probably won't be thinking properly until tomorrow morning. good night, and thank you for a terrific evening.
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