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fuckin' [June 12th, 2006 at 10:12pm]
AFTER MANY SLEEPLESS NIGHTS AND CAREFUL CONSIDERATION, HERES WHAT I'VE DECIDED:
ITS TIME TO START A NEW LIFE, BEGINING WITH A NEW JOURNAL.
COME IF YOU WANTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT










INJUNSANDSHIPS
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come if you want [June 10th, 2006 at 6:21pm]
this journal is now dead

injunsandships
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[May 1st, 2006 at 12:55pm]
i might just go ahead and have a heart attack.








call me if you're going!
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[March 17th, 2006 at 11:22pm]
Maybe I should compromise my morals more often, live and breathe and compromise.

I want to write someone a letter that involves staples and glue.



When I drown in my dreams, I breathe under the water, and strugle endlessly for life even though I know that I'm breathing perfectly fine.
that's it


call me
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[March 6th, 2006 at 1:13pm]
What do you get when you mix a giant douchebag, a recording studio, and the worst single ever released by a human being? The funniest thing you will see today. You have not lived until you have seen Kevin Federline bobbing his head and tripping out to his own pathetic single. Well, maybe you have, but everything up until now has just been practice for this.



Producer A: Hey, you know what would be really funny?
Producer B: What?
Producer A: We could make a ridiculously overproduced beat, add all sorts of bubbly noises and stomping over some cheesy synths, and recruit some white guy to rap over it. We will make millions!
Producer B: That is absurd. No one is that retarded. Who could possibly be such a douche?
Producer A: Well, I hear Kevin Federline is a pretty big douche.
Producer B: Fantastic! Hey, we should have him make dying animal noises at the beginning, too.
Producer A: Brilliant! When it is done, we can schedule an interview with him making awkward hand movements and pretending to mess with the mixer.
Producer B: Can we insult Brazilian culture, too, while we are at it?
Producer A: Of course! We are going to rape their rich heritage dry.
Producer B: Simple, simple, simple. That will be the one to get it all started right there!

It is so depressing seeing a guy like K-Fed with an inflated opinion of his own terrible music. Can someone please tell me about his spastic hand motions and the way he crunches up his face during the "good" parts of the song as if he is about to orgasm? He is sitting in the recording studio at that mixing board like he is Dr. Dre, and all he knows how to use is the volume knob. That is just priceless.

Unfortunately, this is what we are subject to whenever a celebrity marries or dates outside the celebrity zone -- a no-talent hack who should probably be asking or whose main words should be, "Do you want to Biggie Size that?" instead of insulting the intelligence of any person with even a scintilla of musical talent into believing the garbage he has produced is worthy of even being on studio equipment. Not only has he turned Britney into your average trailer-park mom, but now we have to suffer through his delusion that he thinks he has musical talent.

This song is the Internet equivalent of genocide. It is a crime against humanity, and a special session of the United States Supreme Court must convene immediately to deal with it. Any nation caught playing this song on its public airwaves should be subject to sanctions and possible military action. K-Fed himself should be sent to Gitmo because he is obviously a sleeper agent sent to destroy our ability to hear and enjoy music.

So when do you think K-Fed's career officially jumped the shark? When he first met Britney? This video?
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[February 11th, 2006 at 10:48am]
I'm so sick of falling out of those trees.Valentines is coming up soon. I'm scared of being alone, or disapointing, I don't know what I'm scared of.

I'm still growing my wings, though.
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[February 3rd, 2006 at 1:04pm]
Cartoon figures, of two children on a beach, waiting for a sunrise.



Something is wrong with me, a flaw, a malfunction. And then I feel like I've been lied to. It's rediculous, and I'm entirely sorry. I'm sick. I want to regurgitate and be through with it. Amanda Chiong you over react.
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[January 30th, 2006 at 1:03pm]
[ mood | productive ]

I was supposed to write my post on Sunday, but I have been quite busy, and by quite busy, I probably mean quite lazy. Sometimes I feel like I can do without LiveJournal until I realize that I actually have a few friends on here.





You should not desire what you do not have, and you should not become used to what you cannot sustain. Those are causes of dissatisfaction. Instead, you should think about what will always be within your reach -- invaluable pursuits, such as friendship and knowledge -- and there, you should find your deepest satisfaction.In particular, I think you should be cautious about denying yourself friends. There is no good reason for anyone to deliberately miss out on friendship. It is free, and it benefits both parties. Homo sapiens is a social species, and it is our natural instinct to like each other and to enjoy each other's company. Do not "do without" that.

If you have a personal opinion on this issue, or if you feel like your own experience in any way relates to this post, then please feel free to share your comments.

that's it.




Amanda Jane is grounded till further notice.

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[January 17th, 2006 at 1:02pm]
I woke up at 7:30 this morning. I got on the bus at 8:40. I arrived at school at 9:10. I got to the classroom at 9:20 for my 9:30 class. Left the building at 9:40.
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[January 17th, 2006 at 12:42pm]
:D
i am the happiest i have ever been
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[December 21st, 2005 at 12:33pm]
new york.
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[November 21st, 2005 at 9:30pm]
read from bottom to top.
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[November 15th, 2005 at 1:05pm]
I'm being entirely foolish, and it feels good again. I want to be so entirely close, so much that it rips me into tiny peices of gold and green and red. Hurting for you is like saying goodnight, and whispering things while you're asleep, and tasting something real underneath cars going by over our heads. I hate reality, and responsibility, and mass, and quanity. I wish it was ok to get hurt, even though I would entirely never intend to make you do so. But here I am playing too many see through games again.
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[November 9th, 2005 at 1:50pm]
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[November 7th, 2005 at 1:18pm]
It's so strange to be home. I'm so bored all the time now, not having an itinerary and all.

I found a frame for the slide picture.

Anyway, so tonight I think I am just going to watch Velvet Goldmine with Danny and sleep. Sounds like a good plan, right?

Been reading "On The Road" by Jack Kerouac...not as good as I expected, but decent/tolerable.
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[November 7th, 2005 at 1:13pm]
Look at me, all ranty.
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[October 12th, 2005 at 3:22pm]
gomomgmogmogmogmo so today was rather FUN.
but then after my mom's job-
ortho appointment.

oh, how i despise these dreadful visits to the ortho.


shit.
i'll update later.
daddy yankee.
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[September 30th, 2005 at 1:27pm]
i love friends and pep rallys! <3
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[September 22nd, 2005 at 5:13pm]
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[August 3rd, 2005 at 3:16pm]
new journal-


FRIENDS ONLY.
Comment to be added. I'll comment back & add you back. Don't add me if you aren't going to comment on my entries. You don't have to comment on every entry but I'd like it if you commented regularly. I don't sugarcoat anything considering this is my journal. If you don't like something I write, tough shit. Don't bitch at me about it. Address it in your journal & watch me not care. Don't let this fool you. I AM a pretty nice guy. Just don't rub me the wrong way.

What's written in this journal stays in this journal. If I wanted everything to be readable to the public, this journal wouldn't be friends only.

Word.
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