urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:___spork_it time is too damn slow ___spork_it 2005-09-14T03:10:43Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:___spork_it:4110 2005-09-14T03:10:43Z 2005-09-14T03:10:43Z i forgot about this thing since i pretty much abandoned it for a year. it was interesting reading the old entries, im such a fucking loser. i really have no self-respect, and i barely change over time. its sad. <br /><br />the end. <br /><br />oh and i got a mac. its cuter and whiter than me. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:___spork_it:3856 2004-09-28T02:17:13Z 2004-09-28T02:17:13Z i am quite freaked out.. yes more than usual...<br /><br /><br />he can just randomly say this when i ask whats up... <br />yeah... i get this crap... <br />cant i talk to anyone anymore???!!!<br /><br /><br /><br />hmmmmmm<br />like.....<br />when you meet someone who thinks the same way as you .....<br />and thinks about the same stuff as you<br />and you just connect with<br />i dont know<br />thats liking someone<br />when you can appreaciate everything about them<br />and they can appreciate you<br />i guess thats what ive been thinking about for the past few weeks urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:___spork_it:3762 2004-09-24T01:43:03Z 2004-09-24T01:43:03Z happy birthday to me......<br /><br />ok.. i got bored with the layout of this journal<br /><br />so .. i made a new one...<br /><br />it is ... AndValerieSaid<br /><br />ok<br /><br />peace urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:___spork_it:3525 2004-09-23T02:17:04Z 2004-09-23T02:17:04Z dum de dum... im enjoying my last 24 hours of being fourteen. i feel like i should do something insane, not that i have any ideas or anything. <br /><br />no one is going to remember my birthday and thats ok, i dont expect anyone to know. And even if they do know, i dont expect them to acknowledge it. Birthdays are lame, even my grandma says so. She never celebrated one birthday in her life, which is sad in a way.. but totally real and honest. <br /><br />yesterdays race sucked. it was uber hot and i ran slower than usual. thats what i hate, whenever i try hard at something i do worse than when i wasnt trying at all. Yeah, when i hit the one mile mark at 8.30.. i was liek shit im going slow... so i ran the next one in 6 minutes. Yeah, never knew i had some sort of energy reserve. <br /><br />bannat told me i was "tough" which coming from bannat is a compliment. he also told my mom i was talkented and that i dont listen to what anyone tells me. yeah.. well people try too hard to make you feel good about yourself.. its sick. <br /><br />o well.. happy birthday to me...tomorrow.<br /><br />hard to believe that i'll be the stuck right in between a 10 and a twenty year old... wierd when you think of it like that right? urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:___spork_it:3313 2004-09-20T20:47:17Z 2004-09-20T20:47:17Z o my god.. i really feel bad for him. it seems like he really likes me. he always says stuff like hes so glad he knows me and other weird stuff. He'll say things like youre perfect now, just smile. And i cant help but wonder what is going through his head. <br /><br />i try talking to jenn and jackie about it all... but they make it worse, alot worse. they just go up to him and start asking him stuff... and i dunno....<br /><br />le sigh....<br /><br />im confused...<br /><br />big time.<br /><br />no one can be honest anymore.... and it sucks. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:___spork_it:3039 2004-09-16T21:48:55Z 2004-09-16T21:48:55Z im starving so i listened to this song... its mad funny<br /><br />Yeah<br />I’m hungry<br />I’m starving<br />I want some food for my tummy<br />I want some<br />Pizza coke and ice cream<br />Popcorn cotton candy<br />Marshmallows milkshake and peanuts<br />Would be so great<br /><br />Pies chips candy apples<br />Twinkies frosted flakes<br />Donuts french fries<br />And some chocolate cake with mustard<br /><br />Cookies avocados pancakes<br />Pineapple juice<br />Whipped cream on some raw meat<br />That’s not all I could eat<br /><br />I’m hungry<br />I’m starving<br />I want some food for my tummy<br />I want some<br />Honey roasted walnuts<br />Pepperoni slices<br />Pasta and burritos<br />Different kinds of rices<br />Cherries dipped in chocolate<br />Cottage cheese and jelly<br />Colonel sander’s chicken<br />Still won’t fill my belly<br /><br />Broccoli sticky syrup<br />Churros dipped in sauce<br />Drippy sloppy joes<br />Then I’m full at last<br />Ahhh ahhh<br />I’m full at last<br />Burp. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:___spork_it:2795 2004-09-14T01:47:37Z 2004-09-14T01:47:37Z <div align="center"><form name="quizform" target="_new" action="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=2123" method="post"><br /><table border="1" bordercolor="#000000" bgcolor="#90BED5" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="083360"><a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=2123" target="_new" style="text-decoration: none;"><font style="color : #ffffff; 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Get <a href="http://astrology.kwiz.biz" style="text-decoration: none;">Free Horoscopes</a> from Kwiz.Biz</font></div><br /></form></font></font></font></font></font> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:___spork_it:2352 2004-09-14T01:34:22Z 2004-09-14T01:34:22Z im freaking out... school is way too much.<br />i have a race tomorrow<br />i have a project due in 2 days<br />then a break ...whee!<br /><br />but.. meanwhile...<br />i have to work on my art project due on monday<br />my social studies essay due on monday<br />my english essay due on monday<br />...shit... i didnt even realize all that till i wrote it down.<br /><br />plus.. <br />i have a huge social studies assignment due on wednesday and probably a bunch of toher shiznit too. CRAP!<br /><br />grrr....<br /><br />and i dont want to race<br /><br />yeah<br /><br />ok.. now that thats out of my system<br /><br />ooo, and the break doesnt count because i still have cross country practice on those days!!!<br /><br />i hate this.<br />i hate this.<br />fuck it.<br />i hate it. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:___spork_it:2054 2004-09-08T01:37:45Z 2004-09-08T01:37:45Z first day of school s-u-c-k-e-d SUCKED. im so friggin tired and i got like 5 hours of homeowrk in one class! bitch! arg... people make me mad... very mad. tomorrow is gunna be deja vu. same crap. same shit school. same bitchy people. same stupid me. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:___spork_it:1856 2004-09-06T23:44:44Z 2004-09-06T23:44:44Z i found a cool quote... it was actully from one of my dads old college text books.. erm yeah.. history can be fascinating. <br /><br />"Let them call me rebel and welcome, I feel no concern from it; but I should suffer the misery of devils, were I to make a whore of my soul by swearing allegiance to one whose character is that of a slottish, stupid, stubborn, worthless, brutish man." <br /><br />im listening to over the hills and far away... yeah im almost in tears cause its how i feel right now, and i couldnt have explained it better than this old song. yeah lemme get some of the lyrics on here. <br /><br />Many times I've loved - Many times been bitten <br />Many times I've gazed along the open road. <br /><br />Many times I've lied - Many times I've listened <br />Many times I've wondered how much there is to know. <br /><br />Many dreams come true and some have silver linings <br />I live for my dream and a pocketful of gold. <br /><br />Mellow is the man who knows what he's been missing <br />Many many men can't see the open road. <br /><br />Many is a word that only leaves you guessing <br />Guessing 'bout a thing you really ought to know, ooh! <br />You really ought to know...<br /><br />yeah now my dad all like wahoo ! school in eleven hours.. im estatic. not. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:___spork_it:1603 2004-09-06T18:20:23Z 2004-09-06T18:20:23Z ah... i havent updated in awhile. daniellas was fun... we split a smirnoff like 10 bugillion ways but it was still good ^___^. we got thrown in the pool.. with our clothes on. then we ummm. what did we do?? ack... it feels like it was so long ago but it was only 2 days ago. yesterday i had to go to yet ANOTHER pool party... this dudes pool was 94 degrees... so yeah.. i sat in a bath for 4 hours.<br /><br />today i got conned into running a 5k up at verona. yeah.. there were liek 500 people (482 to be exact). i came in 150th out of everyone but third in my age ^___^ that made me happy.. but i still thought i could have run faster. i got a lame ass trophy... like what the hell am i gunna do with it?! i hit a traffic cone while i was running... i was like "ahhh! sorry!" people stared. they dont understand.<br /><br />i feel very alone going into sophomore year. i feel like no ones got my back... yet again, ive always been this paranoid. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:___spork_it:1284 2004-08-27T01:38:55Z 2004-08-27T01:38:55Z i got my cake. and my ice cream too. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:___spork_it:1183 2004-08-26T15:05:55Z 2004-08-26T15:05:55Z i really should start reading that summer reading book. oh well, ive read books five times the size of that in a day so it shouldnt be too bad. yesterday's cross country practice was interesting.. we ran 5 miles combined. tonights practice is going to suck.. we have to run to preakness and back. maybe i won't go. <br /><br />whee my birthday is soon.. but school is even closer, and that doesnt make me happy. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:___spork_it:816 2004-08-25T16:25:32Z 2004-08-25T16:25:32Z wheei have an icon! it came out ok. whatever. if anyone cares i put some pants on. <br /><br />i want cake... i wonder where i can get some. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:___spork_it:641 2004-08-25T15:36:20Z 2004-08-25T15:36:20Z mmkay.. im trying to get a picture on to this thing but its not working. i hate it when things dont work like that... its ok when im dysfunctional, but nothing else. i am really really not looking forward to school. its going to be uber lame and i dont want to be around idiot adults all day.. trust me theyre all idiots. i swear... i'd be surprised if half of them knew how to make toast.<br /><br />went running this morning... ran four miles. maybe for once im actually ok at something, i've never been good at anything in my life so it would be killer if i could do something right.<br /><br />how amusing.. im playing guitar in my underwear. i really should put some pants on. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:___spork_it:396 2004-08-25T02:18:54Z 2004-08-25T02:18:54Z ok.. thats took like five minutes as opposed to that stupid journal i took all that time to make yesterday just to be utterly disappointed. well.. even though this isnt half as perty as daniella's its ok for my first try (actually my second, but whatever). <br /><br />today was interesting, i finally talked to an actual person today as opposed to myself. i usually just sit in my room and pretend i know how to play guitar and pretend that im actually cool. <br /><br />i suddenly feel like eating popcorn, but i think its too late for that.