Posted: 9/13/2004, 7:41 pm
*attempts to sing along, has coughing fit and collapses*
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Posted: 9/13/2004, 8:03 pm
Posted: 9/13/2004, 8:09 pm
That is why I want a coin-operated boy!!!
And now for Truce!
I am the tower around which you orbitted
I am not proud
I am just taking orders
I fall to the ground within hours of impact
I hit back when hit
And attack, when attacked
I wrote that on my binder today.
And now for Truce!
I am the tower around which you orbitted
I am not proud
I am just taking orders
I fall to the ground within hours of impact
I hit back when hit
And attack, when attacked
I wrote that on my binder today.
Posted: 9/13/2004, 8:12 pm
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnd, I am an accident waiting to happen!
I'm laughing like mad!
As you strangle the captin
My place may be taken
But make no mistake
From a little black box
You can say without shame
That you've lost
Yes you know that you've lost!
So, take whatever you like
I'll strike like the states on fire
You wont sleep very tight
No hiding, no safe cover
Make your bed and now LIE!
Just like you always do
You can fake it to the papers
But I'm on to you
I'm on to you
I'm on to you
IM ON TO YOU!
Weeeeeeeeeeeee!
And now I am going to bed.
I'm laughing like mad!
As you strangle the captin
My place may be taken
But make no mistake
From a little black box
You can say without shame
That you've lost
Yes you know that you've lost!
So, take whatever you like
I'll strike like the states on fire
You wont sleep very tight
No hiding, no safe cover
Make your bed and now LIE!
Just like you always do
You can fake it to the papers
But I'm on to you
I'm on to you
I'm on to you
IM ON TO YOU!
Weeeeeeeeeeeee!
And now I am going to bed.
Posted: 9/15/2004, 11:35 pm
worst. fucking. day. ever.
i feel like dying.
i feel like dying.
Posted: 9/15/2004, 11:35 pm
claire, what happened? 
Posted: 9/15/2004, 11:43 pm
claaaaire...
Posted: 9/15/2004, 11:43 pm
clairooooooo...
Posted: 9/15/2004, 11:43 pm
come back
Posted: 9/15/2004, 11:44 pm
this is going to bother me if i don't get answers.
Posted: 9/15/2004, 11:47 pm
my self-esteem comitted suicide.
first, i miss the choir practise.
then my ta tells me i'm not doing enough.
so i have to take on more courses.
then i go to choir practise round 2...and my ear gets fucking clogged, and i'm way off and these girls make fun of me.
then i eat lunch alone, because a girl who i thought was my friend moved to a different table.
then i come home and work on homework while johnny continues to be all upset and depressed from my lj. im so stupid. i shoulda kept my fucking mouth shut. and he thinks he'll never amount to anything. so i try and help and get some stuff for him...and he takes it as an insult. so because i was all upset over johnny, next to no homework got accomplished (and i'm behind)
i found out i can't do debate club, or the newspaper, or the school play.
i go to hockey practise, but first went to get my skates sharpened. i was so excited. i thought "i can work out all this negativity" but the fucktard dulled my blades and ruined the edges. so i fell down. and couldnt turn or stop. and had the worst practise since my first year.
and then a girl in the change room stared at my scars and scabs. fuck.
and then...i get home planning on finishing my homework, but end up fighting with johnny. which is what im doing now. after waiting for half an hour for my sister to get out of the shower.
and im TRYING to be good. and i'm TRYING not to do anything. but i feel so damn suicidal. and i dont think it matters a whole hell of a lot what happens. because johnny fucked me a few times and left town. and now he's acting like he's pissed at me. heh. i think i'm the one who fell out of love. or maybe i'm just getting depressed again. i want booze. lots and lots of booze. or someone to hug me while i cry. but the first is more likely than the second.
first, i miss the choir practise.
then my ta tells me i'm not doing enough.
so i have to take on more courses.
then i go to choir practise round 2...and my ear gets fucking clogged, and i'm way off and these girls make fun of me.
then i eat lunch alone, because a girl who i thought was my friend moved to a different table.
then i come home and work on homework while johnny continues to be all upset and depressed from my lj. im so stupid. i shoulda kept my fucking mouth shut. and he thinks he'll never amount to anything. so i try and help and get some stuff for him...and he takes it as an insult. so because i was all upset over johnny, next to no homework got accomplished (and i'm behind)
i found out i can't do debate club, or the newspaper, or the school play.
i go to hockey practise, but first went to get my skates sharpened. i was so excited. i thought "i can work out all this negativity" but the fucktard dulled my blades and ruined the edges. so i fell down. and couldnt turn or stop. and had the worst practise since my first year.
and then a girl in the change room stared at my scars and scabs. fuck.
and then...i get home planning on finishing my homework, but end up fighting with johnny. which is what im doing now. after waiting for half an hour for my sister to get out of the shower.
and im TRYING to be good. and i'm TRYING not to do anything. but i feel so damn suicidal. and i dont think it matters a whole hell of a lot what happens. because johnny fucked me a few times and left town. and now he's acting like he's pissed at me. heh. i think i'm the one who fell out of love. or maybe i'm just getting depressed again. i want booze. lots and lots of booze. or someone to hug me while i cry. but the first is more likely than the second.
Posted: 9/15/2004, 11:56 pm
aww what a shitty day.
but it does matter, claire. i care about you and i don't want anything bad happening to you. i've told you this a million times, but it's true. and please don't drink claire. tis not good. and you don't want to become dependant on it. *hugs*
and those girls that made fun of you...next time they hit a high note, stick a flute down their throat. (that rhymed) bastards.
what a shitty day.
but it does matter, claire. i care about you and i don't want anything bad happening to you. i've told you this a million times, but it's true. and please don't drink claire.
tis not good. and you don't want to become dependant on it. *hugs*
and those girls that made fun of you...next time they hit a high note, stick a flute down their throat. (that rhymed
) bastards.Posted: 9/16/2004, 3:00 pm
Just let Johnny calm down a little and hopefully it will work out ok, as for the man at the skate shop take your dull blades and tell him to replace them or you'll hack him to pieces, don't go for the drinking it will make things worse best to stay away from it just remember what happened the last time, and ignore those bastards at choir you'll out sing them all beatifully, forget about the girl at hockey practise you play hockey she probably thought you got into a bad fight.
Posted: 9/18/2004, 2:19 pm
*bump*
Posted: 9/18/2004, 4:27 pm
Rusty wrote:Just let Johnny calm down a little and hopefully it will work out ok, as for the man at the skate shop take your dull blades and tell him to replace them or you'll hack him to pieces, don't go for the drinking it will make things worse best to stay away from it just remember what happened the last time, and ignore those bastards at choir you'll out sing them all beatifully, forget about the girl at hockey practise you play hockey she probably thought you got into a bad fight.
anyone who spells johnny with an 'h' cannot calm down. it's a little known fact of life.
Posted: 9/18/2004, 5:54 pm
Where is everyone?
Posted: 9/18/2004, 5:57 pm
I'm gone for two weeks and you four haven't breached 100 pages yet?
I am sorely disappointed.
I am sorely disappointed.
Posted: 9/18/2004, 6:16 pm
BKACKS!
Posted: 9/18/2004, 6:36 pm
I know. We've failed. but school started up so thats the reason we havent.
DOMINIKA!!!!!!!!!!
but school started up so thats the reason we havent.
DOMINIKA!!!!!!!!!!
Posted: 9/18/2004, 6:36 pm
I am hyper. I hate chocolate cake. Lalala.