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(no subject) [Sep. 17th, 2005|12:05 pm]
Im pissed right now cause the kid that was supposed to take me back home suddenly decided not yesterday and i dont know if he's here today. And what i dont understand is that he came up to me offered me a ride and then delayed it and it looks as if he might do it again. Next time just say nevermind im not going before i tell the people i love that im coming home. fuck this
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(no subject) [Sep. 17th, 2005|12:04 pm]
head feels like i must of had some fun for about the past two weeks.
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(no subject) [Jul. 20th, 2005|09:10 am]
i love jenn
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(no subject) [May. 22nd, 2005|08:01 pm]
whats better than going to a kick ass dance, put on by your kick ass girlfriend and then getting ripped out of your mind with your kick ass friends?





nothing.

prom was indescribable. and afterwards was just the same. rock on class of 2005. and fuck you mater dei.
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(no subject) [Apr. 4th, 2005|04:28 pm]
i miss my astrovan soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooomuch. that van man....was like life, and i never realized how much id miss it. the indian (jeep) is cool but hey, the astro was epic.
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time's are a changin' [Jan. 27th, 2005|12:37 am]
i miss the crew
and disneyland


leslie and eric BFFFFFFFFFF
alcohol?
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times are hard getting harder, im born to lose, and destined to fail. [Jan. 22nd, 2005|09:32 pm]
[Current Mood | determined]
[Current Music |blind faith-cant find my way home]

this one time i got so drunk i walked into the womens restroom at disneyland.
this one time when i was 4 my brother hit me ontop of the head and i started to bleed and i swear i thought i was going to die.
this one time i saw john lennon spinning on my record player.
this one time i had a drunken conversation with a spanish person.
this one time, in my life, i was fit and in shape.
this one time, later in life i started drinking beer, and got unfit and out of shape.
this one time i walked down a dark road in mexico drunk.
this one time ran from edinger to anaheim stadium and back.
this one time i drank 14 beers.
this one time i prayed to God.
this one time i rambled on about nothing forever and never seemed to stop.
this one time my car blew up.

so what have i found out about life in retrospect of various moments in mine?
well basically, life is a bunch freightening, victorious, and drunken moments.
Also, maybe life has no meaning? Just another random thought that you probably shouldnt take to heart. HA!
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(no subject) [Dec. 16th, 2004|08:47 pm]
beer
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(no subject) [Nov. 21st, 2004|12:55 am]
i hate how its so hard to just feel happy for five minutes. i dont fucking understand what is wrong with me. i really cant take this anymore.
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(no subject) [Nov. 10th, 2004|05:09 pm]
[Current Music |sublime]

homecoming was a blast.
thanksgiving is coming and im excited.
i quit my job(im working till the 20).
almost done with college crap.
i love leslie.
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(no subject) [Nov. 10th, 2004|05:09 pm]
[Current Music |sublime]

homecoming was a blast.
thanksgiving is coming and im excited.
i quit my job(im working till the 20).
almost done with college crap.
i love leslie.
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(no subject) [Nov. 10th, 2004|05:09 pm]
[Current Music |load up the bong, crank up the song, let the informant call]

homecoming was a blast.
thanksgiving is coming and im excited.
i quit my job(im working till the 20).
almost done with college crap.
i love leslie.
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coconut cocobutt [Aug. 22nd, 2004|12:21 am]
I miss my brother!!!



but NOT his toenails.

bra, work is for suckers. stop it!

love,
your sister.
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(no subject) [Aug. 3rd, 2004|05:06 pm]
the bars are always open,
and the time is always right.


no te preocupes.
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(no subject) [Jul. 29th, 2004|12:14 pm]
I'm going nowhere fast.

and i have work till 9. Please call me or visit me or entertain me somehow.
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(no subject) [Jul. 25th, 2004|11:16 pm]
[Current Mood | contemplative]
[Current Music |donovan frankenrieter]

rite aid is going to be the fucking death of me.
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van morrison [Jul. 25th, 2004|12:09 am]
[Current Mood | confused]
[Current Music |van morrison-crazy love]

I can hear her heart beat for a thousand miles
And the heavens open every time she smiles
And when I come to her that's where I belong
Yet I'm running to her like a river's song


She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love

She's got a fine sense of humor when I'm feeling low down
And when I come to her when the sun goes down
Take away my trouble, take away my grief
Take away my heartache, in the night like a thief


Yes I need her in the daytime
Yes I need her in the night
Yes I want to throw my arms around her
Kiss her hug her kiss her hug her tight

And when I'm returning from so far away
She gives me some sweet lovin' brighten up my day
Yes it makes me righteous, yes it makes me feel whole
Yes it makes me mellow down in to my soul
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(no subject) [Jul. 22nd, 2004|11:56 pm]
and at times i cant move. at times i cant speak. at times i can barley even think. at times the words just wont come out right. at times my heart cant stop pounding, but i definately stop breathing.

and these are the times that make me feel again.
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(no subject) [Jul. 20th, 2004|09:09 pm]
[Current Music |holes to heaven]

and in a moment, everything goes back to normal
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(no subject) [Jul. 20th, 2004|12:29 am]
[Current Mood | lonely]

latley ive been really up and down. like i cant explain it, one minute im fine, then the next it seems like like everyones to busy and no one really cares. and i know people care, at least i hope they do, but when i have time to think i usually think of worst case scenarios, and i believe that there gonna come true, becasue i have that type of luck. one minute everythings going for me, then, next thing i know, its all gone. vanished. and i dont know what the fuck happened. and im left totally in the dark.
i can honsestly feel knots in my stomach, constanly forming, because of shit that i cant stop thinking about. because ive realized thats all i do, i dont talk i think. and i just dont have time to think. because by the time im done thinking the shit has already hit the fan, and im done. thats is why i do not talk. not because im shy. because i think. i wish i could stop.
my friend told me that one day im going to run out of thoughts. and i wish i would. that way i could feel at ease about stuff. that way i wouldnt worry. that way i wouldnt hesitate. that way i wouldnt fucking have fear. that way i wouldnt be so fucking indescisive.
i just got to live up the high times, and try and ride out the bad.
no te preocupes.
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