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[Oct. 15th, 2006|01:35 pm] |
Friday was okay. It was my BIRTHDAY!! *dances* We didn't have schoooool, so I got lucky on that. I basically cleaned ALL. FUCKING. DAY. because momzy was having a clam bake on Saturday. So yeah. I talked online for a bit.
I still can't believe I'm 14. I should be 16 . . .
Saturday was awesome. I woke up really early, got done with my cleaning, BAGGED CLAMS, and then mommy's co-workers started arriving, and once they sat down to eat, Lauren, Marina and I left for my grandparents' house. We ate dinner there, watched Little Nicki and had a few beers. I had 3 beers [two dark, one light], and split a light with Lauren. I had to pee like five times. But we got extremely tired from it all, so we went to sleep upstairs. All three of us in the same fucking bed. Horrid. HOT as balls. I woke up really early, ate breakfast, then fell back asleep. When I woke up, we realized that we didn't have the House disk, and NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. So we picked Jonny Tusammi (Disney movie) to watch, but Baca's VCR is all fucked up, so NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. We couldn't watch anything. Then Bobby and my uncle came back over, we ate dinner, I had another beer, and then we went home.
So yeah, My Being A Lush in a nutshell. |
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| Can you flex your boobs? |
[Oct. 12th, 2006|05:15 pm] |
WE CAN!!
It was cold as Antarctica's hell today. So Mel, Jenn, Sam, Kelsey, Carrie, and myself all stood in a circle at recess to keep warm. I tuned out for a bit, and came back to Jenn moving her breats up and down.
So I tried!
I can flex my boobs.
and my ass.
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE and RELEASE
Any yesterday, I had a speech to do in English class.
I had a seizure.
Not really, but I shook like it.
and I wasn't even nervous.
and Tomorrow is my birthday.
I'll write.
and Saturday, has a birthday present, I'm getting drunk with the only people who I ever want to get drunk with: My grandparents.
Life is good. |
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| God is watching you... WHILE YOU HAVE SEX |
[Sep. 28th, 2006|06:09 pm] |
How fucking scary is that? Some guy watching you while you have sex. It's like there's someone in the room.
Okay, anyways, while searching for porn on MSN.com, the FIRST site that comes up is "Sexual Skills for Christian Husbands" I thought I'd get a good laugh out of it. O.o
Dear Friend,
I am an "average Christian guy."
I was raised in a fairly conservative Christian home and I married a wonderful Christian woman.
I want to please God and I want to please my wife.
In most ways, I am very blessed and have no complaints.
But, until I was almost forty years old, my sex life was a true source of frustration.
My family and church told me that sex was created by God and that, within the proper context of marriage, it would be an exciting, intense and "spiritual" event; an activity that would bring a married couple closer, physically, emotionally and spiritually.
This was not my reality.
I struggled to perform sexually.
My wife had never had an orgasm during intercourse.
Although, she was always "willing" to participate, I couldn't shake the feeling that she was only doing it for me - she was not truly that interested in sex.
So, after almost thirteen years of marriage, at the age of 39, I finally decided to do something about my frustration. I spent an entire year learning how to make my sex life everything that I had ever hoped it would be.
I was determined to learn how to make my (and my wife's) sexual experiences longer, more intense and more fulfilling.
Now, why isn't his sexual problems, or wife's, blamed on God? God created sex, God probably created how their sex is going to be, and well hell, if God was staring at me while having sex, I don't think I'd orgasm either.
I wonder if they have one for Jews. |
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| Mel + Nat + Jenn were touching . . . |
[Sep. 25th, 2006|03:56 pm] |
. . . Kate Winslet. Unfortunately, we didn't finish touching Kate Winslet. But I'll write about that later.
For the passed two weeks, I've been doing a lot of alone time with myself to reflect on how boring my life truly is. I figure I'm pathetic, for reasons that are disclosed to you, and heartless, and dumb. I feel like my skin is melting and I'm losing myself in the midest of my life as it drones on without me. Like I'm programmed to live, but don't want to. My soul has lifted from my body, said its goodbyes, and floated down to boomsfuck nowhere.
Last weekend, we went to see The Black Dahila. Confusing as all hell of a movie. I detest it very much. Almost as much as I detest Josh Hartnet.
After the movie, these big shirt, wigger type kids (I think there were four or five of them) come and stand around where Mel, myself, and Jenn were sitting. They surrounded us, and I THOUGHT THEY WERE RAPISTS. O.O
But they were just worthless wiggers who, afterwards, accused us of being emo and gothy and listening to Hawthorne Heights, whom I happen to despise with a violent, raging, hatred that makes my face turn red and head explode. And, yes, lots of blood splatters all over the walls, and my nose usually lands on someone's head. Once my head has been glued back together by helpful friends, I then complain about how their whiney shit makes my head want/does explode. Point taken?
So yeah. Scary as shit.
The rest of the week, I sulked around the house like any middle aged single woman who has lots of married friends. O.o
Sunday.. I went to see The Last Kiss WITH ZACH BRAFF IN IT! I'm going to marry that man. Anyways, it was adorable, made me laugh, and was probably the best chick flick I've ever seen. More movies should be like that. And they did a good job on the sex scenes, I must say.
After the movie, we went outside, and started fooling around. There was a movie poster of All The King's Men on it, and I jumped up to touch Kate Winslet's name. So Jenn tried and she's too short. Mel tried . . . she's also too short. HAH. Anyways, we touched Kate Winslet over and over again. Then Jenn WHIPPED OUT HER PEN(is) and started to write "Mel + Nat + Jenn were touching" but didn't get to finish because there was a creepy guy in his car, looking at us. So we decided to run our asses inside, because, uh, HELLO. Rapist! Turns out he was a cop, saw us write on the wall and made us clean it off. Mel called him a creepy rapist several times. To his face. HAHA. Anyways, we had fun. And yes, bitches, I got in trouble by the police.
So hardxcore. |
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| I wrote! |
[Sep. 15th, 2006|06:46 pm] |
I fucking wrote today! Writer's block, say no more!
I mean, it wasn't much, it was something, dammit!
I'll post. Critizism not allowed. Give me time to heal, people.
Comfy as it is, I have to get out of bed. Oh, get out into the world and start a new day, a new adventure, and all that stuff they tell you in movies. It’s supposed to be motivational? Puh. It just makes me want to gag, quite frankly. And gagging isn’t nessacarily on my to-do list for today. So I think I’ll just stay in bed. Plus, I have a test in Mr. Alberts’ class, the first class of the day, and I’m not properly equipped with optimism at the moment– that’s probably the only thing that would get me through the day, on an actual normal day for me. But today, I sulk. I sulk because my rent is due. I sulk because I haven’t eaten much in the passed three days. I sulk because I have a test today, that is written completely in Italian. So any hope of optimism is gone, because there’s just no optimism at all to provide that hope. Not on ounce in my body. Well, maybe there is one tiny dose, and it is the hope that I get to stay in bed today without interruption. I wonder if I’ll be missed at school?
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Alarm clocks should be put to death. A horrible death that includes firey pits and a whole bunch of throwing. What if I just turned my clock the other way, and I wouldn’t be struck with the guilt of it just suddenly coming to life and saying “HEY! I rang my damn bell, why don’t you get up already?!” and then refusing to work for all the other times I need it.
ALARM CLOCKS GO ON STRIKE
PLEASE DO NOT HIT SNOOZE BUTTON
EVER AGAIN
THANK YOU
Wow. I’d be the cause of The War of the Machines. They’d probably kill me first. Note to self: SNOOZE button is a deadly bomb ready to go off at any moment that I even think about it. Be prompt and ready for school every morning in fear of all hell breaking loose. Okay, maybe I should get up.
I fucking wrote! |
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| Again?! God dammit, leave us alone! |
[Sep. 14th, 2006|07:17 pm] |
Again, the media has blamed vampirefreaks.com for crime that clearly had nothing to do with us.
Some kid in Montreal shot up a bunch of people, and they're blaming it on VF!! What? Just because he had a username on there? Because of the Columbine kids?
Stop blaming us, we didn't tell him to shoot anyone. Stop blaming Marilyn Manson, his lyrics shouldn't be taken seriously. Stop blaming gothic culture, we support intelligence and are anti-ignorant, non-violent people. So just stop. Because you're making yourselves look like DICKHEADS! |
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| Hairy-er than average Balls |
[Sep. 12th, 2006|06:04 pm] |
Today we established that pubic hair grows in your mouth.
I think people are scared of us. |
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| Monday Ritual |
[Sep. 11th, 2006|05:56 pm] |
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| | "Bleeding Heart Show" New Pornographers | ] |
School is very blah. Blah. Blah. Blah. Blah. Blah.
All day, all I heard was BLAH BLAH BLAH. It was like Charlie Brown's teacher. Life couldn't get anymore meaningless.
But anyways, when I was walking out to the buses, Mel said that I have a detention. Or, at least, that's what she heard from the teachers. WHAT. THE. FUCK? I didn't do anything! Something about being pissy to a sub. Um, excus-eh muah! But I am a perfect little fucking angel in each class, dammit! I make a point to be a perfect little fucking angel! I even got CANDY today from my bitchest teacher!! CANDY! That means I was a perfect little fucking angel.
O.O
Anyways, after school, Mel, Jenn and I walked down the road to Arabica- a small little cafe that we like. We got our drinks and sat down to talk, laugh, giggle, and make fun of people. Kelsey and Sam came walked over there a little while later and we all hung out. Got Lemon cake, and a redbull smoothie. FUCK YES! Anyways, we were being kind of obnoxious so we tipped the woman that was working there. She was nice. She even gave me extra redbull smoothie without me having to pay.
So after there, we walked across the street to Giant Eagle (grocery store) and bought twinkies. There was a sign in Arabica, asking "How long does it take until the twinkie blows up in the microwave?" so we wanted to try it out. Then we waited for Mel's brother, Dave, to pick us up. We sat on the curb of Giant Eagle and Mel started making all of these pyschotic noises and being really... well, pyschotic. And Jenn and I just laughed, until Mel started to piss me off with weird noises. But, I can never be mad at her for stupid shit like that, because she's Mel. and Mel is a Mel.
Then Dave picked us up, and DROVE LIKE A MANIAC!!!
"YOU MANIAC" quote comes to mind. Madagascar!!!! Or, it was from another movie, but I can't remember the name. *does weird lip thing*
Now, my family has been well ENDOWED with road rage. Very irretiable road rage. But Dave... HOLY FUCKING CHRIST SHIT! Like ADHD road rage.
and I thought I was bad, and I don't even drive.
Anyways, he kept swurving around the road, which was AWESOME. CHA DUDE!
And then we went to Mel's and tested the twinkie. TWINKIE.
It only melted. It didn't blow up. -_-
And I watched Charmed. And Jenn's mommy drove me home.
and I sit here.
MANIACS! |
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| SUCKY SUCK SUCK |
[Sep. 9th, 2006|10:18 pm] |
Today, Jenn, Mel, and I all went to see The Covenant. Nick was supposed to come, but he's a dickweed and decided to go someplace with his sister instead... without telling us.
So, my mom drove me down there and I waited for what seemed like the entire day for Mel and Jenn to arrive. I bought my ticket and almost went into the movie without them. But they showed.
So anyways, we saw a lot of people that we knew there. Well, some people. And his idiotic little shit and her friends TALKED THE ENTIRE TIME! Argh. Nothing annoys me more. People that talk during movies should spontaneously combust into a billion micro-scopic pieces in a matter of three nanoseconds. *twitch*
The movie was some of the worst acting, scripting, special effects, kiss-scenes, corny UTTER SHIT that I've ever seen. The only good thing about it was the casting. Which, mmmhmm, let me tell you...
There tis a scene... of them... without shirts... and then... they shower together in the locker room.
=)
"Life is well" I whispered over to Mel during those scenes. We all laughed.
But sadly, it was a horrible movie. I wouldn't be surprised if those young actors don't get another part in a movie for as long as they live.
=(
So after the movie, we walk down to the BEST ICE CREAM PLACE IN THE WORLD! and get ICE CREAM.
And sat in our usual spot, where Mel and I used to pick out all of the rapists.
We sat there, talked about the usual stuff - porn, sex, Jenn's relationship status, Jenn's obsessions, sex, and more sex.
We suggested to Jenn after a long discussion of how she's going to lose her virginity, that she should take pictures of every guy she sleeps with and post them on her LJ.
"NAKED" she screamed, and her eyes lit up.
We just laughed for a straight ten minutes.
Then Mel got into Damien and was going to tell us a story.
"Okay..shut up shut up, I need to think....."
*time elapses*
".....NAKED..."
It was so fucking funny!
*sigh*
Life will never end when you're with Mel and Jenn.
I'm glad I have great friends like that. |
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[Sep. 4th, 2006|10:13 am] |
Once again, I find myself at the movies with Mel and Jenn. Hopefully no deer stalked us.
We went to see The Wicker Man. It has nothing to do with a man made out of wicker, besides the end. It was fucking weird and somewhat humorous. Basically, you're confused the entire movie, until you get to the ending and it all comes together, but quickly, so you kind of have to stop and ask "wtf?" But it was... a good movie, nonetheless.
Then, my mommy picked us up and we all went to my house. We ate cookies, made fun of people, talked about people, and slept.
We woke up this morning around seven, talked a bit and then went back to sleep until 9:45.
We're planning on going to the French Quarter Cafe, and then getting picked up from there.
Basically everything we said and did, we laughed about.
Jenn confessed her love about some little seventh grader she's "tracking" as her prey. Her Victim. Well, she said it like she was saying it to me, and a big group of people started looking at us. So we pretended to be lesbians and were saying all of these sexual things about three somes. The group left after that. =) |
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| Jenn's Nipples. |
[Aug. 31st, 2006|07:41 pm] |
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| | "Reasons to Celebrate" The Honorary Title | ] |
Jenn, today, was confessed to attempting at piercing her nipple. It didn't work, apparently. But everyone made a huge deal about this, like it was a sin.
So, Jenn's and my dream is to become 18. That way, we can get nipple piercings and get free porn on our computer.
Life will be well. |
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| Happy Birthday!! |
[Aug. 28th, 2006|03:39 pm] |
Somehow, my wallet chain is a hazard to the health and safety of the student body in my school. I was yelled and spit at twice by the Evil Doer Lunchlady for my dangerous chain that dangled from my jean pocket. Apparently, I can kill people with these things! Ryan thought this was a great time to get a song stuck in my head.
Do your chain hang low
do it wobble to da flo
do it shine n n the light
iz it platinum iz it gold
could u throw it ov'r ya shoulda
if ya hott it make ya cold
do your chain hang low
He sung (rapped) it so beautifully! I mean, this kid is the new Rap Star of the world.
Anyways, I stuffed it in my pocket so that I could no longer sit down properly because of the buldgey obstruction on my butt.
There is a midget-short girl (who hasn't grown since fourth grade) in my grade. She has a bad temper and is damn bratty. Last year, Sam, Kelsey, Lexi, Jenn, Mel, and I went over to her after lunch to ask her about her pentacle that hung around her neck. I forget what she said, but I refuse to believe that she is a full-fledged Wiccan, or even an unfull-fledged Wiccan. It pisses me off so much to know that there are a lot of youngins out there that don't know what shit means, yet continue to abuse it! Anyways, today she showed up in a long black skirt, black Witchy-type sweater, long jet-black hair, red and black stripped socks, and black dress shoes. She, I will assure you, is definantly trying WAY.TOO.HARD! Every single friend of mine went up to her and verbally harassed her about being a witch and/or vampire. Kelly and Molly even went up and screamed "Trick-or-Treat!" in her face. I found this hilarious. Ryan even went up and started doing little cross signs with his two fingers, yelling for her to back away. "Get back ye Demon. Back from whenst you came!" is the term that comes to mind.
NO ONE is allowed to call me goth from that moment on. =)
And, we've also established that Jenn will be getting a crouch tattoo, with a Birthday cake on it. Joke of the day. And do not doubt her, because she will do it.
So guys, if you ever happen to come upon Jenn's vagina, pat yourself on the back and demand you get a birthday present from your parents. Preferrably condoms. |
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| Holy Fuck Me Shit |
[Aug. 27th, 2006|05:42 pm] |
www.eyesuckink.com - Alex Pardee is probably one of the most talented artists I've seen in a long while. I'm an art freak - I love it, I love learning about the artists, and I appreciate it immensely. Perhaps that doesn't exactly qualify me for "art freak", but close enough.
Alex Pardee did the album designs and illistrations for The Used's album In Love and Death. You can't imitate his work! It's absolutely brilliant. Kudos.
To see more artwork and read his updates, go here, on his very own LJ account.
Well, besides the time I spent drooling over artwork, I was reading through every single ELLEgirl mag I had stocked away in my closet and around the rest of the house. I read all articles that I missed or had forgotten about, took a pad of paper and a pen, and wrote down all the books that sounded interesting that they had featured, and made a list of bands that got good reviews. After that, I sat down and ate dinner with my family, and then went straight to the computer (where I just so happened to be at right now - sitting here, at this very moment!!) and am going on a complete downloading spree. "Blah Blah, downloading is bad" says worn out Metallica drummer, but I really don't care.
I have lots of indie, punk, and rock stuff in these lists and I can't wait to hear the bands.
other than that, I cleaned my heart out all morning. I even Swiffered under my bed, while yelling "Die dust bunnies, DIE!" (Yes, I am that dorky). I basically went into Sneeze-ATTACK for about five minutes. And I discovered that lots of tiny spiders live under my bed - and I just destroyed their homes.
And one last amusing bit of the day:
While searching for more magazines in our old playroom (which Marina turned into Marina-and-Adrian-make-out-room back when I was around ten years old), I found an issue of Penthouse magazine just casually lying around. I left it in there. Perhaps I'll confront Marina about her porno later. Perhaps Marina and I will, for once, have something in common. |
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| I wanna look like a tangerine! |
[Aug. 27th, 2006|10:22 am] |
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| | "She Will Be Loved" by Maroon 5 | ] |
As some of you know, I hate my hair a lot. I've wanted to change it's colour since I realized that it was possible to even do so. I always thought that my blonde hair was too plain and ordinary, not to mention, BOR.ING. So, once I get out of this house, my hair is going to change as much as possible, as often as possible.
The reason I can't do it while still living here is because my mother does not condone wacky hair colours, dreads, and hair dye in general.
She also does not condone piercings, tattoos, and other self-scarring, permentant shit that's out there. She thinks people are "stupid" for messing up their bodies, and that EVERYONE will regret it.
wait until she sees me in several years.
Kate Winslet's hair in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind is brilliant. I want it.
And she's from The Fifth Element. I forget her name but her hair is amazing. |
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| First Day |
[Aug. 24th, 2006|06:37 am] |
My first day of school wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Homeroom, first and second periods, I had Mrs. Mannix. She was nice, energenic, and all that good stuff. I sat with Lauren, Tyler, Hope, Karl, and Tim. The only person actually worth my time out of those five is Lauren. So basically, I was in my little corner and sat there and pretended like I was alone in the room, and of course, only tuned into the teacher for the important stuff.
Next, I had Mr. Hayburn, zee Pre-Algebra teacher. He's...ah, weird. In a cool way. Again, I had my own little corner and row of desks. I'm going to like his class, even if it is Math.
Fourth period I had Mr. Tesar. He's old...ish, and has a mullet. Reminded me of Kevin. (Which, I saw Kevin in the hall before school. He's still in the seventh grade and'll be there for half the year.)
Fifth, Home ec. Ms. Boyer, um, has her pants up to her boobs, um, and says "Ummm" a lot. At any second, I expected her to just shout "UM!!!!" Hah.
Next, Mrs. Henry. American History. Yippie. Meh. She didn't hesitate to give us a bitchy first impression. I have a feeling that this year I will be pulling the stick out of her ass, sniffing it, and then put it back whenst it came, and say to her "You're exactly right, your shit doesn't stink." I love Lewis Black. Such a funny comedian. Anyways, during lunch, I accidently called her a bitch to Jenn and she was somewhat behind me. She might not of heard me, but oh well.
Eight period, I had study hall (which alternates during the week with Gym) and just sat there, in the library, for an entire forty-five minutes. Ugh.
Ninth, another study hall. I sat there for forty five minutes.
Then the bell rang and they held us after school for another fifteen minutes so the buses could get into place. And Bobby rode home with me.
Oh my. I knew this year'll be boring. |
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| New leaf |
[Aug. 22nd, 2006|06:05 pm] |
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So...school tomorrow. :/ |
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| My Summer of Love |
[Aug. 20th, 2006|05:12 pm] |
Before being interupted by my uncle, for his NASCAR, I was watching a little indie film called "My Summer of Love" about a rebellious teenager who has a love affair with a girl, and how it "troubles" her born-again Christian brother. Now, why are all the indie films about lesbians, these days? That's all I see. Maybe I should write a book about lesbians, and see how long it takes them to turn it into a movie. Haha. Maybe I should be a lesbian, just for a little while, to get the feel of the book. Yeah, I enjoy myself.
But anyways, the whole "born-again" Christian brother factor really made me think, How could I have believed this at one point in life? I have no problem with people who believe in God, whichever God that may be. But people who believe all of this shit about how God hears our prayers, and Satan possesses people to do "evil" things really kind of make me want to kill myself so I can go to hell a lot faster. Even when I was Christian, I didn't believe anything in the Bible, except the God and Jesus part.
Now, what I do believe about God, is that if he exists, then he's gotta be a vain mother-fucker. Seriously, think about it: all the prayers, all the asking for forgiveness, all the praising - he's gotta be living all high and mighty with mirrors in front of him, everywhere he looks. And they say Vanity is a deadly sin.
And about the deadly sins, the only ones I consider deadly are gluttony and greed. Everything else is HUMAN NATURE. I wonder why the Mormons are so afraid of human nature? Is it that they don't like us? |
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| Mel's Party |
[Aug. 18th, 2006|11:28 pm] |
Today, I went out, ran some errans with Lauren. Came back. Slept. And then went to Mel's house.
I got there, and already Mike and Rotten Whore [Nicole] were there. Then, Jenn and Lexi came, and after that, Brian and TJ. Talked a little while, got assumement out of little things. Mel, Nicole, Jenn, Lexi, Mike and I decided that we were gonna hide from Brian and TJ. We went running through the woods behind Mel's house. First, we hide behind some trees, but that was too easy, and also smelled of rotten dog shit, so we pressed on. We walked through the tall grass and further deep into the woods. We all got caught on so many thorn bushes that it was almost annoying. Then, we heard Brian and TJ coming, so we ducked down for a full ten minutes in the grass; Some of us sitting on thorn bushes, others in sewers, me in Mel's ass. Then, we got up and ran more up a small hill. "We should duck and be like tree stumps in the distance" - Me. So yeah, we ducked, but gave up hiding and then tried to make as much noise as possible so that we were heard. I accidently stepped into the creek, and got my footsie all wet. And then we all calmly walked back to Mel's backyard.
After that, we sat and talked for a couple of hours. Mel, Jenn, and I sat on a swinging-bench, with TJ and Brian's boney-asses sitting on our laps. Then, we went back out into the woods. We were walking out to the place where Nicole and Mel vandalized a sewer and had to go through the woods to get to the road. Now, I have a very nerving fear of being raped, and I worked myself up into a frenzy just walking through the dark. But, I was not raped. We got to the road and walked down for a long time. We came to a small market-store thing and Brian bought Mel and I a Red Bull to share. Then, we went down into the sewer and around to the back of the market-store thing to see what they wrote on there. Mel got a call from her dad, and we went back to her place.
I had to pee REALLY badly, and so I did. YEP. Then, Brian, Nicole, Lexi, and Jenn sat in a little circle somewhere, flashing each other (fucking lie). So Mel, me, TJ, and Mike sat by the swinging-bench and talked about porn and masturbation. Then I went home and here I am.
Mel: I wuve you. Happy Birthday.
Anyways, we had fun and had a couple of geeky laughs. Got into random discussion topics. And basically just dicked around for a long time. |
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| Blasphemis |
[Aug. 15th, 2006|02:21 pm] |
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| | "Leave Me Alone" by Damone | ] |
"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?" -Ernest Gaines
Pathetic. Truly pathetic.
On a more upsetting note, I had probably the most disturbing and terrifying dream last night.
Now, as you've probably noticed, I'm more Atheistic than anything. I don't believe in God's existence, and for that matter, Satan's. And I defiantly don't believe in Demonic Possession. But the version of me, in my dream, apparently did. Or at least, saw it and started to.
I was in this weird library/house. I wanted to read this overly-thick book on Lucifer (because I'm normally interested in that stuff). I started looking through the book and suddenly everyone was going into this panic. I heard the words "black magic" a few times and wondered what was going on. There was this cute little boy, and he somehow detected who was starting the panic with this small voodoo-looking device. He held it in his arms and it led him to this beautiful Hilary Duff-looking girl, and she shouted "No, no, no. It can't be." once she saw that the device was pointing at her.
That night, she laid down in bed, and we talked. She showed me this black mark, or hole, on her chest. It was invisible from one angle, and visible from another. She was so worried and scared and I wanted to help her. Then, I heard screams - terrifying screams coming from the downstairs. It was the little boy. It was screaming for help. "Please! Noooo! Someone help me! Please just let someone see me before I die!" I ran downstairs to help him, and I was the only one that did. I was the only one who would help. But I was too late. His killer, an imitation of the girl I talked to upstairs, walked away with blood on her hands. The boy dead. I chased after her and as she walked upstairs. I yelled "HEY! I'm talking to you, turn around and face me!" The girl that I talked to before kept screaming for me to leave, to get away from the killer, and leave it alone. But I kept chasing after it, walking right into my death.
And then I woke up.
It may not seem all that terrifying, but it felt so real. I heard that boy screaming and it sickens me. Once I was awake, it was around 4am, and the screaming rang throughout my head, taunting me. Scaring me shitless. I hid myself under the covers and couldn't get back to sleep. I was so terrified. I thought Satan was actually in the room.
Now, I feel fine. But I still have a sickening feeling at the pit of my stomach.
Tomorrow: I get my class schedule. |
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