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[11 Aug 2008|01:22am] |
Of my friends list on here, I talk to two people. Jessica and Brittany.
Who here actually wants to hear about my life?
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| I forgot |
[01 Jul 2008|03:57pm] |
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I even had one of these!
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[01 Jan 2008|08:32am] |
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You need your space, but I need my best friend back. The one I could talk to when things started falling apart. The one that could put a smile on my face just by showing me one of hers. The one that loved me regardless of my flaws. I need that best friend back. Really bad right now.
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[25 Dec 2007|10:00pm] |
So, I had the best/worst Christmas ever.
Saw Juno on Saturday with Taylor. Loved it, and the soundtrack.
Sunday, me and Taylor sorta got mad at eachother, and it took her a lot longer to forgive me than it took me to forgive her.
So, in an effort to fix that, i left 20-something boxes of tic-tacs in her mailbox (see Juno for understanding) and then played her a song called "Anyone Else But You" (again, see Juno for understanding), and she still wasn't COMPLETELY over it, which led over into...
Monday. Christmas Eve. Picked Taylor up to go to my Grandma's. She still wasn't very happy with me, and we just kinda sat on the couch for a while. My parents weren't there cause of family issues, and I realized that I don't care a whole lot for my family either. I took Taylor outside, talked to her, hugged her, resolved the problem, but I still knew she wasn't happy there, cause it was her first Christmas Eve away from her parents, so I knew where she really wanted to be. We went to her house, layed on her couch and watched Christmas movies with her and her family. It was a lot more fun than being with the family I don't like that much. So then the clock struck 12:00, and that meant that it was...
Tuesday. Christmas day. Woke Taylor up cause she was asleep, who woke her mom up who was also asleep in the living room, so they could get the little kids in their beds and do the "Santa Clause" work. I went home, opened my 3 presents (Scrubs, season 2 and 6, Halo 3), and went to sleep. Woke up, went to pick up my grandparents, brought them home and had lunch. Not a whole lot to that part of the story. The end.
So yeah, it started out horrible but ended up being pretty amazing. Christmas day wasn't THAT great, but staying with Taylor and watching movies was great.
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[18 Aug 2007|10:19pm] |
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Moved into the dorm room with Michael.
It looks pretty nice.
Freakin sweet,.
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[05 Sep 2006|05:27pm] |
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You know that thing where you leave anonymous comments saying whatever you want about me or anything at all? This is one of those. Do it.
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[24 Jun 2006|12:12am] |
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Jessica (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) unsaneone)did this a while back, and I decided that I want to go ahead and do it too.
What do you really think of me?
ANONYMOUS COMMENTS ONLY, KAY?
I want good, bad...
As long as it's the truth.
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[29 Mar 2006|10:28pm] |
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[26 Mar 2006|12:08am] |
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[25 Mar 2006|11:39pm] |
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| Booooooored. |
[07 Dec 2005|09:51pm] |
Fill out the following under Anonymous, and I'll try to guess who you are.
1. One secret.
2. One compliment.
3. One non-compliment, criticism, or insult. (Don't hold back now)
4. One love note, but it does not have to be for me.
5. Lyrics to your favorite song.
6. How old you are.
7. How long we've been friends.
8. And a hint to who you are.
9. After you do it for me, put it in your LJ and see who does it for you.
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[02 Oct 2005|09:26pm] |
If you have anything to say to the person who posts this, say it to them. If you love them, tell them. If you hate them, tell them. Whatever you have to say to this person, even if it's something you're having trouble saying, if the person posts this entry, say it to them. You may never get a chance to again, so just do it.
Reply to this (all will be screened)...just say it.
Anonymous posting is on and IP logging is off in addition to the screened comments
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| Stolen from Lisa. |
[06 Aug 2005|03:25am] |
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I want you to post something anonymously a secret, a hope, an opinion, your life story - anything.
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[18 Jun 2005|11:31pm] |
So, I've already posted this a long time ago, but everyones doing it and I don't remember what anyone put and I can't find when I posted it.
0= I don't know you.
1= I like you.
2= I love you.
3= You'r funny.
4= You'r cool.
5= I don't really care for you'r personaltiy.
6= I wanna fuck you.
7= You'r sexy.
8= You have a nice body.
9= I hate you.
10= You're boring.
11= You're lame.
12= You have an awesome personality.
13= I want to kiss every part of your body.
14= I wanna fuck you 'till you scream my name!!!
15= You'r gorgeous.
16= I want you to be mine.
17= Let's get married.
18= I want to kiss you.
19= I want to go down on you.
20= I want to cuddle.
21= I want to spoon.
22= Let's sleep together (no sex).
23= I want to hang out.
24= lets go on a date.
25= I want you in every way, shape, and form.
26= This is such a waste of my time.
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[06 Jun 2005|03:07pm] |
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Got this from lovecost
Leave me an anonymous comment pouring your heart out. Say anything. Tell me your stories, your secrets, those things no one ever asks but you wish to tell. Tell me about your love, your hate, your indifference, your joy. Tell me about what's inside of you when you're reading through these entries on your friends list, and tell me why you continue to come back here. Tell me anything.
Post anonymously, speak honstly, because there isn't any censure here. Post as many times as you like, one faceless wonder to another.
and then, pass it on.
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[04 Jun 2005|04:38pm] |
Holy crap the new MxPx cd is fantastic. Purevolume has the whole cd up for listening, it isn't out until June 7th (my birthday).
Also. http://www.purevolume.com/funeralforafriend
Someone needs to get me that FFAF cd when it comes out.
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[29 Apr 2005|06:25am] |
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| David Steddum can not have a normal dream. |
[23 Apr 2005|05:22pm] |
I had 2 dreams last night. I tend to dream alot when I am sick, and yesterday morning I began getting a slight cold/whatever sickness makes me feel like crap.
My first dream was actually spawned from real-life events. Yesterday, I let John Weghorst(SP?) play my guitar at lunch. Knowing that he doesn't exactly like me very much, I was slightly afraid he wanted to see the guitar so he could do something bad to it, like destroy it (I'm paranoid and tend to dream up worst-case-scenarios as frequently as possible). Alas, he did not destroy my guitar, he only played a Mars Volta and a Coheed and Cambria song. Both of which were performed quite well. He then told me to play something and my mind went blank as to what songs I could play.
Things went different in my dream.
John Weghorst asked to play my guitar, I let him and he played his songs. He then told me to play something. Just like real life, I could not think of a single song to play. Noticing this, he grabbed my guitar and flew away. Flew. I woke up and my throat hurt even more. That's irrelevant to the dream sequence, but it hurt really bad. I went back to sleep.
Dream numero dos.
This one came completely out of nowhere. It eventually turned into a game of Splinter Cell. It all started with me and Josue and a few unrecognizable people in the cafeteria. There were lockers where the cubby hole things are along the wall. Josue said "Anyone who is standing on the ground gets to be my slave". I placed my feet in the locker since they were slightly elevated, so I did not have to be Josue's slave. Then, I found the schools wine cellar. The entrance was conveniently located in the center of the cafeteria. I went in and shot out the ceiling lights with my silenced pistol so the security cameras would not see me. Using night vision, I stole one bottle of wine. For some reason I didn't put it in my book bag, I put it in my pocket. I walked out of the wine cellar and realized I had to put it in my book bag, but I couldn't let anyone see me do it, so I went to the library, hacked into the main computer's camera feeds, and found the one spot in the library that wasnt covered by a camera. I went there and put the wine bottle in my book bag. Then I woke up and my throat didn't hurt near as bad.
My dreams never really make sense.
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