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[22 Oct 2007|03:13pm] |
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[13 Jun 2007|03:03pm] |
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so i moved into my apartment on sunday. all of my clothes are still in boxes. i have, however, made my bed for the past three mornings. a little proud, yes. it's still way too hot and we've put on the air conditioner for the first time this early, 80 degree morning. it's 91 right now. and i officially have nothing to do for the rest of the night.
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[02 May 2007|03:07pm] |
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i'm so bored with everyone.
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[07 Feb 2007|09:18pm] |
these are from like...last year.
i haven't taken a single picture since the wedding.
i really want a new camera.
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[26 Nov 2006|11:14am] |
i hate the water here and how it makes my hair feel. it's disgusting.
i've apparently been asking too much of people, too, these days. it's really frustrating. i hate being home sometimes. i can't believe i'm here for another week.
there's no way i'm coming home this summer. no way.
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[14 Nov 2006|08:42pm] |
i've been really into list-making these last few days. i don't know if it makes me feel more organized or if it's really just an excuse to not do the things on my list that i really should be doing instead of making lists. whatever it is, i'm still on october 23rd in my journal, which i guess is better than the 8th. i feel like going back into the room and going to sleep, and i feel like calling terese about the new camera we're going half-sies on even if she doesn't know but i don't feel like calling anyone. and i really feel like going to sephora and buying my sweet urban decay make up. i think though, my first goal, after finishing my journals, will be to resize my photos. christina's getting anxious again. i'm so ready for break. so ready. i need to make a list of things to bring to sarah's room.
photos soon, hopefully.
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[05 Oct 2006|01:21pm] |
christ. this is the longest week of my life.
and i feel like i'm forgetting something really important.
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[03 Aug 2006|02:37am] |
so, i was driving home from christina's. there was about five or so miles left of rt. 5 before it turns in to rt. 20. i'm going 55, 60 (speed limit 55). not a damn soul on the road. i finally notice a pair of headlights in the distance behind me, gaining fast. i don't worry, if he wants to pass me he can pass me. so this car is all of the sudden on my ass. i'm going approx. 57. so, without like, any time for me to think about what happens, he guns it, passes me and then, not joking or exaggerating one bit, slams hard on his brakes in front of me. so hard that i had to slam on my brakes, my anti-lock brakes kick in, and my tires skid. i see his reverse lights flash for a split second and suddenly, this kid is out of his car. i smell burnt rubber from my tires.
he's a fucking wigger. white as hell, dressed in a stupid, cheap ass polo one thousand sizes too big and jean shorts with the crotch down to his knees. i turn down my music and for some reason go for my phone. this fucker with his hat brim on one side like he's the shit, yells to me 'turn your fucking lights off!'
what the fuck?
'what?' i yell back, cracking my windown an inch or so. i'm literally shaking.
'your brights!' he screams at me. he's literally like...an inch away from my front bumper. my brights aren't even fucking on. so, i respond.
'they're not on!'
'bullshit!' he tantrums. 'turn 'em off!'
so i tell him again they're not on. and i flash my brights at him to show him that my headlights do, in fact, get brighter. i'm not even kidding when i say that i was one button away from calling the police. rt. 5 was completely deserted and this asshole decided to get out and physically threaten a fucking girl alone in her car at 215 at night.
so i hear him scream that i'm a fucking bitch. he goes back into his car, slams the door, and then gets right back out again! i have no idea what the fuck is going on. i swear to god i thought he was going to break my window and drag me out into the woods and rape me.
finally after some stare down he gets back into his car, slams the door again, and tries to peel out in his '92 plymouth breeze.
so i sat there. in the middle of the road just stunned. i drove back, passed the asshole getting out of his car at his house, i suppose. silence. i couldn't listen to music. this is bullshit.
i hate this town.
and its neighboring towns.
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[28 Jul 2006|10:26am] |
so we've had a flash flood warning for about twelve days now. maybe really just over the span of twelve hours. i was starting to get really annoyed yesterday around five when they interrupted my dr. phil at least five times to tell me that it was, in fact, still kind of raining and that a building had been flooded and evacuated. again. i hate when the weather people freak out. it didn't flood. not around me, anyway. whatev.
christina and i finally went to cedar point for the fourth time on wednesday, thus making it now forever free this 06 season for us to get into the park with our passes. it felt good. we went on the ripcord, which was an experience, and we stopped at crocker park on the way back. saw lady in the water. i liked it, i guess. we went to urban outfitters and h&m. i was feeling like shit - had the kind of headache i haven't had in a long time. it reminded me of pre-calc and being paralyzed because my head hurt so bad, not being able to concentrate on anything but the tightening throb of my brain. so i'm really mad about that because i saw a really cute short sleeved suit jacket that i really wish i would have purchased.
work tonight. i get paid tonight, too. i need to go up to mentor now sometime so i can put cashflow in my checking account to pay my credit card bill. whenever i think of mentor i think of baker's square, and then i think about pie for at least an hour afterwards.
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[10 Jun 2006|10:53am] |
so who raped spring quarter?
yes i did. thank you.
meeting the kiddies today. i'm excited. terese keeps saying that they're really good kids, and robin seems really sweet on the phone. i'm not excited about their dog, but hopefully it's just a big retarded loveable kind of dog and won't give me any trouble.
i'm glad i looked to see if my grades were posted up because i was feeling tres worthless this morning. i woke up realizing how useless i feel without a job. i mean, i have the babysitting job, but that doesn't count. not to me. so it's off to ashtabula today and erie on monday. somebody better hire me. i woke up around 930 and thought...i don't have a damn thing to do except shower until two o'clock. well maybe i have - no, you don't. nothing. i have nothing to do. i mean, i suppose i could wash my car, but i'm never going to wash my car i don't think. i'll probably end up playing a video game of some kind until 130.
i hate how the water here makes my hair feel. it was always so soft at school and now, it feels all gritty and disgusting, like i didn't rinse it out all the way. but i did. more than the usual amount of time i take to rinse. at least that's one more thing to look forward to for next year. sweet hair.
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[30 Apr 2006|03:15pm] |
So all of my homeboys/girls are at the Alpha Lambda Delta initiation party with their parents. I'm in my room. In a way, I don't care that I'm not considered an honors student only because I'm .02 points away from being one, but at the same time, it sucks that I'm only .02 points away from being an honors student. Lame. I feel like that's how everything in my life is right now. Just far enough that it's out of reach, but close enough to graze my fingertips on, to sort of taste, to experience. But I can't.
I want a hair cut so bad right now.
And I need shorts so bad right now.
At least the movies are good on Lifetime today.
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