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2 hours of sleep, 4 black coffees later... [14 Aug 2004|01:07pm]
My sister and I hosted the party of all parties last night. Okay, so maybe it doesn't compare to something like Madonna's birthday, but last night was fucking awesome.

The night started out with my dear Paris (Alix) bringing over her new rotweiler puppy, tinkerbell. Dear lord, I <3 this dog. It's absolutely gorgeous, and without a doubt was the focus of a lot of last night's early crowd's attention. Unfortunately it wasn't until after Paris left that the party really got going. (I told her not to go...)

Jello shooters were quite an attraction and having done about 15 within a couple of minutes I was quite hammered. So naturally, I move on to play volleyball in the dark with about 11 other people all waaaaaaaay too drunk to even be moving. I have to say, even though we weren't keeping score, my team totally creamed the other team. We played a couple games throughout the night, getting way too into the game, and repeatedly trying to psych out the other team's members.

Towards about 2 o'clock Marc Gueret (my neighbour) brought out his guitar and we had quite the sing along. eventually I crawled into bed, only to be awoken early this morning to clean up. Luckily most of the refugees* camped out on my lawn did alot of clean up... earning their keep I guess. So we were done about 1 o'clock, not too shabby. now for sleep.
*not actual refugees.
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Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia. [11 Aug 2004|10:18pm]
[ mood | cranky ]

Fear of long words. I'm completely serious, that's what it means. Why in satan's tiny peasant booties, would a therapist decided to name this disorder Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia? What possible explanation could there be? Mind you, in all honesty, I probably would have done the same thing. It's like seeing a little old lady in a wheelchair asleep next to wet cement. How could I NOT roll her into the middle of it? It's a wasted opportunity.

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Lyrical Genius: Dave Matthews [09 Aug 2004|12:57pm]
[ mood | listless ]

"stay or leave"

Maybe different but remember, winters warm there you and I, Kissing whiskey by the fire, With the snow outside, And the summer comes, the river swims at midnight, Shiver cold, Touch the bottom, You and I with muddy toes

Stay or leave, I want you not to go, but you should. It was good as good goes, Stay or leave I want you not to go but you did

Wake up naked drinking coffee Making plans to change the world While the world is changing us It was good good love You used to laugh under the covers Maybe not so often now The way I used to laugh with you Was loud and hard

Stay or leave I want you not to go But you should It was good as good goes Stay or leave I want you not to go But you did

So what to do With the rest of the day's afternoon hey Isn't it strange how we change Everything we did Did I do all that I should
That I coulda done

Remember we used to dance And everyone wanted to be You and me I want to be too What day is this Besides the day you left me What day is this Besides the day you went So what to do With the rest of the day's afternoon hey Well isn't it strange how we change Everything we did Did I do all that I could

Remember we used to dance And everyone wanted to be you and me I want to be too What day is this Besides the day you went babe What day is this
"the song that Jane likes"

And in plays to write the wire in I'll come back again Torching time talking rhymes in I'll come back again Would you like to play With the thought of a friend In a distant passing stage
While you lie around With your hands up and out So resigned you will fall down While you around here play Wild on the warm and far away While you around here play The days keep scribbling themselves in tidy lines Would you like to play With a fool holding hands With a one-eyed jack of spades While on the deck they sing All of the captain's cards are kings Still he and the queen are lost at sea I hope it isn't you or me And I'll be back 'round again Yes I'll walk in time with you old friend And we'll find that place That we had danced in so long ago And in plays to write the wire in I'll come back again Torching time talking rhymes in I'll come back again With this resigned the letter I sign
"crash into me"

You've got your ball You've got your chain Tied to me tight Tie me up again Who's got the claws In you my friend Into your heart Heartbeat again Sweet like candy To my soul Sweet you rock And sweet you roll Lost for you I'm so lost for you Oh when you come crash into me And i come into you And i come into you In a boy's dream In a boy's dream Touch your lips Just so I know in your eyes Love it grows So unbearable then crazy For you oh when you come crash into me Yeah baby and I come into you In a boy's dream In a boy's dream If I've gone overboard Then I am begging you To forgive me In my haste and I'm holding you sober Close to me When you come crash into me Yeah baby and I come into you Oh hike up your skirt a little more And show the world to me Hike up your skirt a little more And show your world to me In a boy's dream In a boy's dream I'm watching there Through the window And i stare At you wearing nothing But you wear it so well Tied up and twisted Is the way I like to be Come crash into me Baby come crash into me Crash into me Crash into me Crash into me I'm the king of the castle You're the dirty rascal Crash into me Please crash into me No no no I see the way you come and crash you into me
I see the waves come and crash into me Crash into me

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Jane says, "I'm done with Sergio." [09 Aug 2004|12:47pm]
"The bitter ramblings of a confused social outcast." That's going to be the title of my biography. I'm seriously contemplating writing one, only thing is is that maybe I need to live a few more years, right now all I have is:

Chapter 1: Von ihrer lende
Chapter 2: Canada steals a baby
Chapter 3: Escape to England
Chapter 4: Drugged and brought back
Chapter 5: Down Under... the covers.
Chapter 6: Prom Queen: the rise to fame.
Chapter 7... well I don't know what to call this one, but it would basically bring me back from australia, throughout highschool, and to present day. you get the idea.
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Muahahahahahaha. I rock. [07 Aug 2004|11:45am]
[ mood | amused ]

You are a dark goddess!

Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You?
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Cutwater Cuvée [03 Aug 2004|09:44pm]
Well I just visited ye ol' seestor in good ol' Ottawa. It was fun, there were toxins flying left, right and centre. Not like I needed them. I was still hungover from my expedition to Pelee Island.

Let me break it down for you. Basically my friend and I are known as "Paris and Nicole" now on both Pelee Island AND Kingston now. Whoa, I need to lay off the alcohol, and the short skirts...

You know what infinitely annoying? Laugh tracks. LAUGH TRACKS. Like who do those chuckily people think they are? I mean, clearly it's never THAT funny.

Ooooh Pelee Island pictures... I'll upload them later.
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I might just ruin your day... [31 Jul 2004|11:19pm]
Everyday somebody is abandoned
Everyday somebody is left for dead
Everyday somebody starves to death
Everyday somebody is tortured
Everyday somebody is fighting a war
Everyday somebody contracts cancer, HIV or another incurable killer
Everyday somebody kills a mother, a father, a daughter, or a son
Yet somehow
My telling you that we could try to fight it
Is what makes you uncomfortable
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Hahahahahahahahaha. [31 Jul 2004|11:12pm]
Oh man, how I've fooled them all. I'm Janie... I'm #1. Hahahahahah. It makes me laugh.

I have a sneaky suspicion that this picture gave me the "lock":

I would like to thank the academy, and my tatas.
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Le Divorce [31 Jul 2004|11:00pm]
[ mood | quixotic ]

... suddenly I want a french silk scarf... and a kelly bag... and a french affair. Damn you Kate Hudson and Naomi Watts for making anything look stylish. DAMN YOU ALL TO HADES!

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Uterus? I'd hit it... [31 Jul 2004|12:55pm]
full of meaning
signifcant or suggestive.

I'm a placid girl:
full of placenta and babies
Some people call my placenta a flat cake.

Alright. Guarunteed some people are going to be disgusted with my placenta poem. But personally, it makes me laugh. LAUGH! Yay. Man... I haven't been on here in ages. Possibly because (1) I have a life outside the internet; (2) I was on a tiny island with no internet; (3) I'm much too busy using number to make points (1) and (2).
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Wow. What a pisser. [31 Jul 2004|12:53pm]
Well it's a crap crap crap crappy rainy day.
I say
Will it ever go away?

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Evil little bitch. [29 Apr 2004|11:10am]
Perhaps that is what I am. But I just dont see it.

I'm sick, right? My sister finds it amusing to eat fucking scrambled eggs with cheese onions and tomatoes in front of me, so that I have to control myself not to throw up. mmmm.

But I don't say anything, after all, it's not my house to control. Then, she's planning on heading out to work, I mention to her not to forget to wash her pan. (More often than not, she leaves her pans and goes to work, and I end up scrubbing the filth). She completely flips out saying that she always does it, and that I never pick up after myself. and blah blah blah. a fight ensues.

It would have been better with kung fu fighting, but alas none of that and no swords. So we fight with words... she's pretty brutal, I leave the room and slam my door. Don't you just hate that?

She is still screaming at me from downstairs, so the thing I know will shut her up is I say, "I hope you get into a car accident." There may have been a couple "fucking"s in there...

Bad move. Bad card to play. I didnt want to let her be the victim, now she has full rights. Little fucker. She screams a couple more things and then breaks into dramatic sobs. Now, I know, and she knows, they're fake as all hell, and it doesn't matter that we're the only two in the house. She HAS to cry. That's the card she's playing. So now, I'm stuck being the asshole.

Trying to retract my move I yell down that "Of course, I didn't mean it." / No good. She's got me check and mate.

Okay now I just tried to apologize, using her own comment, "why do we always have to fight." She tried to play the victim again... I'm not sure she won, but she left the house. Good riddance.

Looking back, I do want her to crash. In all honesty. Even though I'd miss the occasional good time we shared. It would be easier in the long run.

My sister needs to mature. And fast. She's 21, and it's like she hasn't aged from 12. This makes me an evil little bitch, I'm sure. And sure, I'll pay for it in hell. But right now, and easy living is all I want.

I WON! She came in, and tried to throw it in my face, and I without a doubt came out as the victor!

this may sound sadistic and cruel to people. But this is my sister. This is our relationship. And I'm writing this during a fight. What else do you expect?
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[27 Apr 2004|09:49pm]

Lips are fun. If I had to write a poem about lips it'd go like this:

Like a heart trapped under your skin
And itch that needs to be scratched
Or touched
Or bitten lightly
The doors to a world of senses
Of pleasure
Wrap yourself in my love
Warm yourself on my lovely

ahahahha. I'm such a poetic genius. :P
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I can't keep anything down [27 Apr 2004|07:07pm]
Urgh, day two of this annoying food poisoning. I'm starting to think that the mushrooms did this to me, as opposed to the earlier suspected milk. I should have guessed alla long, mushrooms are evil. stupid mushrooms.

my vomit is starting to resemble what i've eaten today, which is nothing, except 6 rice crackers with vegemite on them. oh no... even just talking of it, makes me feel sickly. bye.
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Various pieces of my songs~Auren [27 Apr 2004|02:55pm]
[ mood | chipper ]


I could be supergirl
And fly over and above it all
With my red boots and flowing cape

I could be fearless, so fearless
They'd search the skies just to see us
You and your supergirl

Super, superior
Super, superb
You and your supergirl
"Bricks and Mortar"

Maybe I'm a liar
Maybe I'm a cheat
Atleast I make promises
I know I can keep

Maybe I'm a sucker
Maybe I'm a fool
Maybe I'm just hopeless
Is what it comes down to

I know i don't know
Nothing about you
Nothing at all
But loving you's like running
Into a brick wall
"cowboy song"

What is a man
without his sword
Without foes to hurt him
A coward runs
to save his own life
While the hero is out to save him

Well I don't care anymore this is a battle now
I've tried saving you once before
But you ran straight into the fire

What is a man without his sword
Without foes to hurt him
You shouldn't be so down on this
Or you'll fall
the way you're leaning

Well i don't care anymore this is a battle now
I've tried saving you once before
But you ran straight into the fire.

You ran away from us
You ran away from me
you ran away from the very thing you were chasing

Well i don't care anymore this is a battle now
I've tried saving you once before
But you ran straight into the fire

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I love these... *geekoid* [27 Apr 2004|02:51pm]
What Are You Most Likely to Utter During Sex
by UMAJohnnie
Most Likely to Say"Make it snappy, I have a 2 o'clock and a 3:15."
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Who will give you an orgasm?
by leslie13
So, who will make you moan?Jim Morrison...lucky bitch.
Will it be good?mmm hmmm...:)
Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!

Your Love Situation
by Amberishjewel
Your Love Is...Rough
During Lovemaking You Act...Like a river, very refreshing
Your Partner Is...Your master
Your Partner Has Said That You...Are their only love
Your Love is Summed Up In A Quote."I love thee wild with desire"
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What will your last words be?
by cum_on_bitch
Your LJ username
Your real name
Your sex
Your age
Your last words will be..."i hate you so much..."
Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!
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I am not a pretty girl. That is not what I do. [27 Apr 2004|02:38pm]
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Shiny Apple [27 Apr 2004|02:24pm]
Shiny Apple
Rotten on the inside
Your skin is smooth but your core is soft

And you look
So appetizing but
Taste the truth it will make you spit
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How I'm connected to coconuts. [24 Apr 2004|04:31pm]
I call this theory

Auren-->bitter teen-->teen--->opposite to adult--->adult entertainment--->entertainment--->TV--->tv shows--->gilligan's island--->island--->palm trees--->coconuts.
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Simple Observer of: "random chatter from my math class" [23 Apr 2004|02:06pm]
yeah but you see the wait yes the standard deviation found always beautiful turns out really good they and something at the end of your poject probability they said they were lying and the wait was too long you were guarunteed it was very good yeah the waited without the package for the package science department yeah it was cool short dress small mind they're always comparing how the mean is in north america how they eat they shove their faces yeah it was like whiplash not necessarily processed fat as opposed to real fat what all hail to what yeah there really isnt yeah
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