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[29 Aug 2006|04:56pm] |
so today was better than yesterday. Yesterday I was sad all day and just wanted to cry all day. I didn't/couldn't. So today I was much less confused and I think I'm gonna like mrs. Kochien. and as far as photo goes, im not too happy, but there isnt much of a choice of other options now. Maybe i can get an independent study there so i can get out early every day? And I talked to my mom and things seem to be good with people. I have to use all my self control, but I might need to talk to some people. And I am glad that danielle is closer to 16 cause that means she can drive ME around now. haha, oh how the tables have turned!
and theresa's (possessive) friend Rachel is real nice. She is good to talk to in the mornings.
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| Rust |
[18 Aug 2006|12:02pm] |
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Rust sucks. Last night I dreamed about a liquor store, jess, a tiger, a tv on the sidewalk, my house as the liquor store, danielle. luca, the relationship between the bedrooms location, and the goat. plus 3 fat cats. they were black, white, and orange. orange was one of the colors of the cats.
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[11 Apr 2006|09:40am] |
HI I'M HAYLEY
ON MARIOS LJ
BAHAHAHAHAHA!
YAYAYAYAY! :D
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[18 Jun 2005|08:43am] |
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why, if you are going to write something down, is it always something bad? is seems no one ever talks about what makes them happy. well, maybe sometimes, but on rare occasions. but why is this reversed when it is an image? pictures, family pictures, are always the ones with the smiles. this makes little sense. smiles are good all the time. my mom says that NY has some big problems cause of some washed out roadway. thats too bad for NY. I feel for you, and the truckers, keep on truckin! 5.96 thats what voltage my battery is at. it should be at around 6.2. my dadio says that one of the cells is gone or weak. it doesnt make alot of sense though, cause they are new batteries. like 2 or 3 years old. maybe its cause they just sit outside in our bikes the whole winter. thass no good. ciaodios la una.
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[20 Oct 2004|07:28pm] |
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today Katie, (my hair stylist) reminded me i even had a live journal. She told me, very frankly: "update or beat it!" I thinkn that when people say keep it on the "d/l" it means buddy list? "do you really?" sais a far away voice. Oh my goodness, a bedtime story is in the making in my guitar. actually, onto my guitar, its an epiphone eb-0 sg bass thats awesome. i was wondering since they are so much mass produced weather (report) to put a sticker on it. i think mi mama haseth some stuff thats like sticky to shiny stuff and i could make some jazz. i learned to play what is and what should never be. its grande. My dad thinks hes this big frikkin music expert and knows all about instruments. i say this because he is trying to explain what the pull out knob (which my brother and i already know what it does)functions as. It makes the pickups in and out of phase. he is so ignorant. see past updates for some hate causing stuff. woah! now thats cool. When my hair was done, it was pretty awesome. Katies great with hair and stuff of the sort, especially doing my hair. it was fun cause it was hard like plaster. there should be a childrens book on every table in your house. and before i go, dont forget, death kills.
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[28 Mar 2004|06:54pm] |
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Al's an asshole. Today i stacked some glass cups ontop of eachother in the cabinet. He goes and grabs one of the ones on the bottom and the one on top falls and breaks. THEN, AGAIN! he goes and grabs one now, not looking he goes and grabs another, once again it falls and breaks. he is such an ignorant dickhead he has no idea either. He thinks that he is always right, i just wish i could kill him. Then, we have 4 boxes of cereal to eat, corn chex, honey nut cheerios, LIFE cereal, and rice crispies. Then he has to go and open another box of frosted wheaties. that makes 5 open boxes of cereal. He, in his defence, sais " what?.... I eat them straight out of the box...." what a stupid dick. He should just die or something so hes not around. Then i had an arguement with him about something and he told me he didnt like something i was doing and i said " i dont mind it." then he sais "i do" after that i said that it was like when i had the arguement about how he sleeps with loud music on his headphones, but its just loud enough that you can hear it, not enough to recognize it. He makes everything about him. And just now, he coughs wicked loud and makes a racket over the smallest thing, like a hang nail! hes and ASSHOLE!!!!!!!!
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[28 Feb 2004|08:02pm] |
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hot diggity doggy! sometimes when im away i cant think. it just occurs when the head goes down that dreams start. some are not remembered. i need to think of something to write a songa about.
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[22 Feb 2004|07:08pm] |
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at dinner today i was wicked cold. i was listening to my radio show this american life and there was the usual hour of these some bizarre, some sad stories, some just plain ordinary. but what i am getting to is my dad is a fucking ignorant dick. i wish i could post a picture of him for all to see him and he would be infamous around the world. to start off, before dinner i was playing with a rubber dand. we own a bulldog and she is always is way the hell to possessive about everything, even things that arent hers. she will rip a pencil or writing utencil out of your hand and guard it for hours and if you tried to get it, she would bite your finger off, really, bite your finger off. my dad is always making fucking noises. this may sound harsh, but hate may be a strong word, but not strong enough. i used to share a room with my brother, but he moved to the basement, so now my dad sleeps in my room on the other side of the tiny room. at night, he will come slamming into my room at around 11 o'clock and then bounce onto the bed. the floor is wicked squeeky and the bed is too. i want to kill him. if i had a gun, or anything that would make death easy, he would be gone now. but i dont, so i have to live with him and the rest of my family does too. after he comes into my room,(remember, 11 o'clock at night so my ears are not accustomed now to loud noises) but then he will scramble for his head phones( all the while he is breathing incredibly loudly becuase he was just squirming around getting comty and making a wicked loud racket) then once he gets them on, he turns on his little freakin 1976 fm radio so loud that it is just as loud as his snoring. there really is no way to make him see how loud he is, and really no way of telling you how loud he is. but then he will start sniffling, no, he has already been sniffling and he then coughs loudly and bounces on the bed and makes it squeek some more. well, everything he does bugs the crap out of me, my mom and sisters, and sometimes brother, but not alot. so at dinner we were listening to our show and he said something really loud (not the first time) and we all said quiet and he makes that face like "what do you mean" or "what do you have against me?" or something like "im better than you". but its not like this is a one time thing, it is all the freakin time. he slurps his drinks wicked loud, sneezes wicked loud, and now that i hear him in the other room, his laugh makes me want to slam his brains out of his head with a hammer. I HATE HIM. its always about him, he trys to get all the attention, especially when he is sick. and he thinks he is always so much smarter than the rest of us. he is taking a class from his work to learn how to use a new computer program and there was a booklet with a part he showed me. i have a lego program that can do all those things he was bragging about and he showed me the part and i showed him a part that was the same thing. he told me "kinda" and "well, basicly, but no" and it was the same freaking differential housng! and then he calls our house all the freakin time "whos home?" "anything new" "everyone ok" gay ass shit like that. and it makes me sick! and then ahhhhhh! his fucking laugh, i wanna punch him in the face with a weed whacker. this isnt even any of it, you would need to live it to know it. ciao, im going to, well, i wish i could slam a brick into his face and pelt him with bullets.
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[20 Feb 2004|03:35pm] |
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today was winter carnival. it was pretty fun for the most part. in the morning i played dance dance revolution, that was pretty fun. after that i played pictionary with some friends. then i had lunch, i sat next to the band. they played some jazz songas. the bass was too loud and the guitar was too quiet. i am having my friend from mass up today or sometime, he is going to be a blast. maybe we can jam together. i watched karaoke for the rest of the day, i signed up for born to be wild but never got the chance to sing. maybe next year. well, thas all fro now. ciaodray.
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| great weather and luca |
[19 Feb 2004|03:34pm] |
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its great weather outside. it must be turning into spring. i dont even need to wear gloves anymore, its like 40 degrees out, if you can beleive it. my brodello luca is riding around on my dads dirt by cause its so warm, now tell me thats not warm enough! well, i suppose its not cause there is still like a half foot of snow everywhere. today i was making my sandwich for school and on the bottom of the bag of bread there was the best sticker. it was bright orange and said "special 69" that sure was the best sticker. but then i couldnt wear it cause that shirt got toothpaste on it. i think i may be going to a led zeppelin lazer show in boston on saturday or sometime like that. i think i am going to get the bass tab for a no doubt songa after i post this. we have winter carnival tomorrow and its gonna be great. i signed up for karaoke and im'a sing. new sb email! and thats all grumbles ant man as the warewolf leaves the principals office.
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| free food and wheres the music |
[18 Feb 2004|04:18pm] |
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at winter carnie on the friday of this week(i went cross counrty skiing today in gym) the school is'a be serving free food for all the kids! Isn't that awesome. i know it is. I am going to bring a pb and j, well, no, no more j left, i shall make balogna! today i made a most observant discovery. I was standing ready to leave math class thinking about cars, when all of a sudden i thought about the Ferrari 250 TR when i realized that the TR stands for TestaRossa! (which is italian for "read head" in which the valve covers of the engine are bright Ferrari red. Good thing for Ferraris or i would not have this journal enrty. does anybody like the new Shelby Cobra? I think the front end is kinda bogus the way it is, but the back is mos' def' what put the booty in bootyful. thats fo cereal! well, to do homework or work on the home. the first one but not. ciao for niao
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| snapping babies and famous speds |
[17 Feb 2004|09:16pm] |
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i was on the bus the other day and wondered *cool fuzzy stuff around edges*"what if there were snapping babies like they have snapping turtles?, that would be quite odd" i told my brodello and friend and they said "wha happen" and "keep it real" ok, i lied, it was too long, the other person said "*raises eyebrow*" but really. How many speds do you know that are famous, like, in the special olympics there are always kids that win, i think they should be famous. I was eating lunch today after art and we had a fingernail painting party. I painted my pointer finger on my left hand pink, but not just anypink (start the song!) mood changing pink! ("why you didn't start the song?")? I don't know whats up with girls.I suppose like all hormonally driven boys they have ups and downs, but cereally, they dont need to go and get pissed at a boy for nothing and act like its nothing, cuase its not. even if they didnt mean it. well, its too late to keep typing and my eyes (emus?) are falling asleep. ciao the world, another great epic to ensue..... (buh buhda!)
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