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my neck hurts because i haven't left uziels bed for the past 14 hours, 8 of which were spent sleeping and stuff, and the rest i've been sitting on my computer that he finally wiped and reloading my music collection on his internet.

i'm hungry and he should cook for me but he left.


when he wiped my computer, he put a picture of himself dressed in faggy drag types of clothes as my desktop wallpaper. fag.


school starts soon. i had a dream that i got into all the clases i want. thats good for me.

i need to save up like $300 so i can go to nyc on vacation. i wanted to go september 3rdish, but i don't think i'm gonna have that much. maybe around halloween.

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i just want to get the fuck out of here, move into my new apartment, start over. i want to become more financially stable. i want new friends... but not to loose the old ones. i need my new apartmet now. i need a place of my own. moving in here ruined my life. i think i'm picking up the keys to my new place today.

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i'm moving to edgewater off the granville red line stop in a big studio on the 8th floor overlooking the lake/north side of the city.


i'm really busy packing.


my internet sucks at the logan square apartment now so i haven't been able to get online for awhile. i won't be online for awhile. call me to hang out or email me via livejournal, artic, thefacebook, or myspace, before i delete the myspace account that is.


<3
heather

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"Hey, you got a light?"
"I quit."
"Aw, we always used to share a cigarette together."
"We did a lot of things that were bad for me together."
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ahh i figured since i have been out of highschool for quite some time, this wasn't necessary

i wanted to keep it open since few of my friends actually have livejournals, butttt...

it's gone back to strictly friends-only



i'll only update publicly if i don't give a shit


and if i don't know you, i'm not going to add you. so don't ask.

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"lets never move out of our parents house. let's stay friends with the same people from highschool forever. lets never leave our shitty suburban town. never get past a year or two of junior college. lets sit around and waste away until we knock up some chick, get married, get divorced a year later, and waste the rest of our lives. lets go to shitty shows at shitty venues where shitty bands play shitty songs that make us think we're in highschool still.

i was an artist once. now i'm stuck in butt-fuck illinois, dating the same person/people i have been since highschool because nobody new ever would want to come here."



catching up with people from highschool is always so disappointing...





well i'm chilling on my couch in my living room in MY apartment in chicago, nearby any and everything i'd ever need. it's saturday night and i just cooked me and my friend dinner in my own kitchen with my own food that i bought. i'm smoking my cigarettes, i'm about to go to a very hip area of chicago to pick him up from work, then we're going to drink at one of his friends own apartment in a part of chicago you've probably never heard of, because there's no venues around there. only people who live in chicago and go to school and work and drink and party. i'm going to walk and drive past more new people tonight than i probably did all through highschool. i'm wearing a very cute new outfit i assembled and sporting a very cute haircut i gave myself. i'm going to rent a movie from an independant video store that is filled with movies i'm sure none of the kids from highschool ever heard of. i might stop by a gallery, small one. maybe i'll meet my new best friend tonight. maybe i'll meet the love of my life. maybe i'll just end up having sex with my best friend again. maybe he's the one. maybe there is no one. maybe i'm going to bounce around forever... anything is possible, and my entire life can change at any moment, because i'm out living life, not living in this fabricated bubble that surrounds my shitty small town that nobody has ever heard of, about an hour without traffic on the highway going 70mph away from chicago.

i DO hate this city, but i'm realizing things could be a whole lot worse....

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You were right
Modern girls always have to go
Right on time
Old-fashioned men always want a mistress
You were right
Modern girls always get their way
I was wrong
Modern men dream of what they can't say
That's alright
r-r-r-right
I don't belong



Why you sitting over there?
Why you gotta say it
If you know it's sounding wrong
Says that he'll apologize
And it won't take too long
Always thinking about yourself
You don't wanna trust nobody else
Time
There's a few things
That are gonna have to change
I'm your sun
Everyone has the same opinion
Won't you please
Your time is almost over
Don't be mean
We won't get the chance to do this over

That's alright
r-r-r-right
I don't belong

I don't belong

Why you sitting over there?
I don't want the imprint of your key on my nose
We don't have to tell no one
Cause no one wants to know
Always thinking about yourself
You don't have no happiness at home

Oh yes we're falling down
Oh yes we're falling down
Oh yes we're falling down
Oh yes we're falling down
So fucking help me out


You don't love me
Always thinking about yourself
I am an animal
Always thinking about yourself
I am not practical
Always thinking about yourself
Was I?
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