Wed, Jul. 18th, 2007, 01:57 am
gods of exbox
what in zee hell is going on with me
everything is going perfect
or better, was
and i have to go
and start talking to someone
that i used to like but could never have
and now i can
but we have this love/hate thing
and the other is well, perfect, harmless, amazing
always caught between two
maybe they will choose and save me the agony
too early, but i like it.
i actually feel well rested and whatnot, and even not too shitty.
drinking coffee and chainsmoking.
my first breakfast.
i want a breakfast burrito so bad.
last night i went to katrics to make sugar cookies.
it was hella fun.
there were too many cookies though, so we gave up more than halfway through and smoked a cig then watched america's funniest home videos.
ha. i giggled.
so here i am, dying my hair.
tonight i might be going to a concert with levi and brandon.
fun shit right there.
well penis out.
so much has gone down, it's insane.
i left off at alesana and drop dead, gorgeous
and i just saw them again a little bit ago, and here i am now.
just like old times, updating the good old lj at kat's house.
we're finally friends again, really good friends and that excites me and fills the hole that was empty for over a year.
it's like we skipped all that bullshit and here we are.
freddy and max went down to the uni, they'll be back soon.
we're gonna watch movies and chill and make fun of each other like we do every time we hang out.
and we'll laugh alot like it's our job, and that's why i love them.
well, obviously there's more reasons than that, but that's the gist of it (jist?)
waiting for katric to get out of the shower.
watched some funny song interpretations.
We most def rock.
And I kinda miss not writing in this thing, so I'm thinking of starting it up again for something to do.
No one remembers that this site exists, so it's a nice place to vent.
And if you'd even try this on myspace, you'd get a million messages asking what was wrong or complaining or some such bullshit as that.
My life is fucking SWEET right now, with a few exceptions, but hey, I'm doing my best, and everyone else is too.
I just haven't felt this content and happy with the people in my life in so long, it's like being in a stuffy room then stepping outside into a light rain and rainbows and unicorns and crazy shit like that.
Still as much of a loser as I was when I started this, except I'm 17 now.
I've had this bia for like over 3 years.
Well I'm gonna get off now, that was just a teeeeensy little update.
Sun, Aug. 20th, 2006, 12:20 pm
going to Cleveland in a few hours.
To see Alesana, Drop Dead, Gorgeous & The Devil Wears Prada, She Explodes, Folly, The Human Abstract.
This is just something I was and have been thinking about that kinda bothers me, but not really. Let's just say Andy Palmer lives awhile away, like two hours, yet we manage to talk every single day. I talk to Lisa everyday as well. But my so called "friends" who live just a few city blocks cannot summon the energy to give me a jingle or leave a myspace message or email. I mean, c'mon, it's not like we're all busy with school [Lisa is, but she manages to talk to me and we hang out quite often.] Work doesn't take THAT much energy [ considering three of my closest friends work there as well]. So what the fuck is keeping us from hanging out?? Gosh, I guess Von just isn't cool anymore, so let's not hang out with her. Seriously, I am just about at the last little string/straw. If you don't wanna hang just tell me [ Nicole on going to Olean] and then don't say you're going to call me to hang out and go to Olean and then not call but go anyways. A simple " I don't want you to come' or something along those lines would be fine, I wouldn't care, but actually getting ready to go, and sitting at home all night isn't exactly my idea of fun. So pretty much what I'm trying to say is fuck my so called "friends".
Fri, Jul. 28th, 2006, 11:54 am
is gay. it says mine, ian, steve, eva, andrew and lisa's account has been deleted. and it better not be. but anywho, that's just stupid. argh. im gonna eat some sammiches.
Wow. After so long of being depressed lately and not knowing why, I think it all kinda came together. So here we journey. Let's start with Ashly Austin, and no, I'm not dissing her. It's just the fact that she is no longer in my life after all we've been through. I'm meaning everything. I met her in third grade, third fucking grade. I was just a kid. We played with dolls and stuff. She taught me how to dance, we watched the movie speed about 100 times one summer, because we thought Keanu[sp] Reeves was so damn hot. We knew every word. She was with me when I was in love with Joel Shields. She was there for my first kiss. And then, here she is, when I need her the most, my last two years of school, my last few years of growing up, and she is nowhere to be seen. I saved her life once, I really did, but she's not in mine anymore, so it's like I'm the one that died, and sometimes that's what it feels like. I mean, shit, she was my big sister. And now she's like this phantom. I don't even really remember what that she looks like or what her voice sounds like, and that's the worst feeling in the world. Yep, Yep. There's more, I'll just write it later, I'm too lazy and sick-feelings right now to write it all. And it kinda just all-around saddens me. Hell.
Wed, Jul. 19th, 2006, 08:08 pm
myxdeadxbride (8:02:45 PM): fack. woo
Acfilms666 (8:02:58 PM): fack me?
Acfilms666 (8:03:26 PM): fack woo is that some kind of martial arts?
myxdeadxbride (8:03:42 PM): yes
myxdeadxbride (8:03:44 PM): i just invented it
Acfilms666 (8:03:56 PM): yvonnes dojo of fack woo Acfilms666 (8:04:09 PM): punkin bitches in the face since 2006
Acfilms666 (8:04:15 PM): thats your slogan myxdeadxbride
(8:04:55 PM): okay
Acfilms666 (8:05:09 PM): your sign with be a big picture of you with a shit eatin grin on your face with your thumbs up
Acfilms666 (8:06:06 PM): yeah i ruined it, its not even funny anymore
myxdeadxbride (8:06:21 PM): haha
myxdeadxbride (8:06:22 PM): i like it
Acfilms666 (8:06:23 PM): or was it even funny to begin with hmmmm
it's not like anyone reads this anyways. so i can do my teen angst thing. and even if anyone does read this, and i doubt it, i couldn't really care less. hmmm. where to start. the beginning or the end? or the beginning of the end? haha. so dramatic. but yeah. people are disgusting. and fake. and pretty much the sliced ham in the italian pasta that is my life. and i hate sliced ham. yeah, i really hate sliced ham. but anywho. fuck people.