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[14 Dec 2004|12:48pm]
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[09 Dec 2004|08:41pm]
i'd love to purge my own impurities, but doing so,
i'd have to purge my purge.

does that make sense?
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[07 Dec 2004|07:23pm]
day 4 at 11:30am.
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[07 Dec 2004|04:41pm]
[ mood | silly ]

well, today was fairly eventful.
school is really lame, due to all of the excessive writing.

i won 150 bucks, atleast.
football pools are so totally my thing.

i need to go christmas shopping, yet.
which, i'll do either tonight or tomorrow.

blah, i can't wait for christmas.

and you know,
you're not as lovely as you think you are.
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[07 Dec 2004|12:16am]
another day, down.
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[04 Dec 2004|11:15am]
[ mood | sleepy ]

i need cocaine.

today sucks, bryan is ultra bitchy.
considering his birthday falls right before christmas,
he acts like a little bitch if he doesn't get lots of presents.

some dickhead kept calling me around 2:30am,
right after i started to get sleepy.
i was so pissed.
they called 4 mother fucking times, too.

ERRR.

i feel like a big bitch, today.
just being really rude,
i don't know.
i'm an asshole anyways.

the dickheads working on my basement are driving me nuts.
making too much fucking noise.
i love led zepplin.
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[03 Dec 2004|03:07pm]
[ mood | sick ]

ew, i think i'm getting a smokers cough.
or maybe i should learn to not to be in the cold without a jacket.

anyways, i have an essay due on the dominant genes and the recessive as well with a punnett square.
then, i have another due for somatic cells.
you know, with it being an essay, i'd normally bitch.
but, it's science.

i finally got a good nights sleep,
and don't feel as dreadful as i did yesterday.

i still need to go shopping for people,
thus, i don't know wtf they want.
so, pssh.

i start working on fucking saturday.
gee, yay.

due to the fact that my mom is being the biggest cunt of all time yesterday,
and today i suppose.
i feel like kicking her ass.
but i'll refrain from any ass kickings today.
well, atleast this hour. ;]
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[02 Dec 2004|06:01pm]
[ mood | sad ]

i feel so sad and unwanted today.

i feel like even my own boyfriend doesn't want me.

i don't know. i feel like such a bother.

too many problems to bother people with.

just like writing this entry.

anyways, i guess it started with talking to my counselor today.
he brought up the abuse,
and i couldn't stop crying.


fucking asshole.
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[01 Dec 2004|11:01pm]
i wasn't drunk when i fucked you over,
that was intentional.
and i don't feel anything at all.
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[01 Dec 2004|09:17pm]
[ mood | tired ]

yeah, i'm fucking happy.
i got a job.

plus, i got to see my best friend who i haven't seen in forever.
now, we're working together. oh yessss.


anyways, other than that.
today was highly uneventful.

i couldn't sleep last night,
the benadryl had an opposing effect on my drowsyness.
so, i ended up staying awake until 11am.
fell asleep until 1:30pm.

fucking exhausted.

i got more cigarettes,
so i'm good.

i was never miss goody two shoes.
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[30 Nov 2004|07:28pm]
i fucking hate ketchup, and i cannot stand the putrid smell of it.
i don't like to be last in the supermarket, so get the fuck out of my way.
i hate waiting for people, because i'm an impatient slime.
i enjoy listening to music outrageously loud to the point that my ears hurt.
i fucking hate politics, but love to express my views on it.
i cannot stand the fact that pussy whipped bitches vote for george bush.
i am nothing more than another angry teenager.
i find myself wondering what life will be once i'm away from my family.
i dream too much and find myself caught up in moments.
i like to write i statements.
i fucking hate people who wear black all the time without a fucking shade of blue, or maybe a simple fucking brown.
i hate the term "goth".
i hate being so fucking angry, and disputed.
i'm in love with being in love with science and the criminal minds of those of which are executed.
i enjoy reading more-so than i do like to watch tv.
i want to be a neurological surgeon.
i know more human anatomy at my age than a aspiring doctor would.
i find myself more so involved with being intuitive to writing stupid shit like this.

i am an avid writer who speaks her mind openly and fluently when needed.
do not think i am nothing but another teenager with hopes and dreams that once will be broken.
i will not be broken.
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[30 Nov 2004|06:44pm]
i know this may be off topic as to writing on a personal level about which emotions i'm currently expressing i find it vital for me to share with you this.

It has been suggested by some that the human mind, were it to grasp reality in its totality and attain final comprehension of everything, that the universe would then be destroyed. This seems to me to be akin to the philosophical position that scientific investigation, philosophical pondering, and basically any attempt to fit 'reality' into ANY mental model, is inherently EVIL and dangerous?

now, considering and taking it aspect as of which this person is detailing their views and others views as to the end of the universe. now, taking in all logical aspects, isn't this a fucking crock of shit?

i cannot express my devious, nonetheless apathetic feelings towards this clip of writing. well constructed, nevertheless, bullshit. i feel as if the no matter how intelligent, or fucking sophisticated you are...your intelligence alone could never destroy the universe. one universe gone, another to take it's place. scientifically, we're fucking oblivious. but, more or less, it'd be fucking sad to know that the whole existence of you, and i and our families would be terminated along with the intelligence of another human life.

am i just shitting myself, or what do you think?
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