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God [29 Apr 2007|09:49pm] [ mood | Proud Mama ] [ music | Nothing, my ear hurts. ] This weekend, I learned how to say 'Our Father' and 'Hail Mary.' It was very excited and Katelyn was so proud of me. downright whore.

Dying a slow painful death. Sort of... [13 Apr 2007|02:56am] [ mood | See entry. ] [ music | Nothing, it's 3 a.m. ] Today, I'm feeling: -stressed [because school is the worst thing ever and people are terrible.] -sick [sore throat, 'nuff said.] -tired [because I didn't go to bed yet & it's 3 a.m.] -angry [that I have to work.] -sick [tummy -> hunger.] It's a pain in the butt. I'm going to go sleep for three hours and then go to school. If I can make it through seven periods, I'm sort of golden because then I have to go and work for four hours and then go to the musical. Holy shit, this is going to get ugly. Some vacation this is going to be. What the hell was I thinking? downright whore.

[11 Feb 2007|11:16pm] [ music | Josh Groban. Loooove! ] AHAHAHAHHA Oh my god, how I miss Nicole. Cannot wait for Feb. vacation. Someone hang out with me, please so that I'm not a lonely lonely girl? I kind of have a teensy itty bitty wee crush. Again. Damn it. She's a player and a downright whore.

Broken. [27 Jan 2007|12:29am] [ music | Grace Kelly!Mika ] This month has changed everything. Nothing will be the same anymore. And I feel broken. I'm going to be okay, but right now, I just feel broken. And I don't know how to fix this. She's a player and a downright whore.

[09 Dec 2006|11:07pm] [ music | None. People talking, I guess. ] Thank god for Michelle. Otherwise, I may be killing myself right now. Because I hate feeling like shit and if I were home, it might kill me. Seriously. Bitter, pissed, angry, and wanting to vomit are so not a good combination. downright whore.

Lists [03 Dec 2006|08:33pm] [ mood | Thinking. ] [ music | Be Gentle With Me by Get Set Go. ] Right now, I'm in a thinking mood. 10 Things That I Really Like In No Specific Order Going to the movies (alone or with Erin) Grey's Anatomy Parties Theater Movie nights at Charlie's Starbucks Shopping with Michelle Chocolate cake Sitting in front of Devon's locker with Devon Working, esp. with Laura, Brian, or Erin and always with Elizabeth and Gail! 10 Things That I Really Don't Like In No Specific Order When people wear leggings instead of pants Being dumped for no reason When people tell you that they're going to try something and then they make it a bad habit People that are gentle when telling you the truth (Hello, just be gentle and harsh. Rip the band-aid off quick, thank you.) When people yell at you "PRESSURE PRESSURE PRESSURE" Christmas-time That song... "London Bridge" Not getting enough sleep Not getting my work done Algebra II But, hey, I'm trying to take it like a man. She's a player and a downright whore.

[29 Nov 2006|09:52pm] [ mood | Flirtacious. ] [ music | Be Gentle With Me by Get Set Go. ] This is gonna be fun. Lots and lots of fun. As Michelle might say, 'tonsies of funsies.' =* downright whore.

[24 Nov 2006|10:48pm] [ music | Nothing. ] I like that I'm making progress. I like thinking that maybe this will go somewhere. I like being proud of my work. I like throwing old shit away. I like this. downright whore.

[24 Nov 2006|10:49am] [ music | You Are Loved. ] Thanksgiving was okay. I don't really like holidays anymore. They're just an excuse for everyone (including myself) to get drunk. I don't wash my hair on a regular basis anymore. It's kind of spiratic. I like it. It certainly cuts down on shampoo & shower time. Being naked is cool. I wish I had curly hair. I'm going to do that. I want to hang out with Brian. He's pretty funsies. downright whore.

[07 Nov 2006|11:34pm] [ mood | :) Good good good! ] [ music | Bhahahahaha, hey baby! ] 1.) I like not going to school. I like resting. 2.) I don't like having bronchitis. Basically, BLOW ME! 3.) I'm so immature inside. It's funsies! 4.) I love my mormon boy. He's such a cutie. 5.) I feel like shitty shit shit. Stupid anti-biotic side effects. downright whore.

!!!! [02 Nov 2006|12:24am] [ mood | Sick. Unhealthy. ] [ music | Smack That. Buahahaha. ] Remind me not to eat until I look like so... I need to be healthy again. This isn't working out well for me. She's a player and a downright whore.

I think... [29 Oct 2006|04:12am] [ mood | Scared. ] [ music | Grey's Anatomy. ] I think that I'm a masochist. I think it's bad. I think I need to sleep. I think I don't even feel like sleeping. I think I might be crazy. But I know that this is getting out of hand. Everything. I think that I'm slowly ruining myself. My health, my mind, my body, my soul. I feel absolutely powerless. It's eating me alive. downright whore.

[23 Oct 2006|01:40am] [ mood | Relived. ] [ music | Marie Antoinette soundtrack. ] I give up. Byebye. downright whore.

[21 Oct 2006|02:36am] [ mood | Relieved. ] [ music | What Hurts the Most. ] I feel like I finally have a real actual goal. Something that I want to achieve. Somewhere to go in life. And I cannot wait for six more science classes in two years. Cannot wait. But for now, I'll stick to brushing my teeth and finding some decent pencils for the pSATs. Tomorrow is going to be long and kinda demanding and I couldn't be more excited! Finally. downright whore.

Paris Hilton is like my idol. [02 Oct 2006|06:13pm] [ mood | Hells yeah girl. ] [ music | Maneater/Nelly Furtado. ] This weekend. Oh man. Mike, Charlie, & Rich! OH MAN! I am so pumped. Okay, that ended up sounding pretty dirty, but whatever. So so so excited to see friendfriendfriends! I have so much energy. IT'S WICKED FUN! downright whore.

[22 Sep 2006|11:36pm] [ mood | Tired as hell! ] [ music | Kiss from a Rose. ] It's harder to have friends come home from college. Because then, when they leave, it's even worse and you remember why you missed them so much when they first left. But I don't care.. Emily, come home! Today I told Kelsey a story. Boy meets girl. Boy hates girl. Boy and girl later fall for each other. Boy cannot date girl yet. Boy finally can date girl and girl breaks boys heart. Soon enough, girl realizes that she is still in like with said boy and back together they get! But again, boy learns that he cannot date girl. But wait, there's more! Boy kisses girl and then tells her there is no possible way for them to date. To me, that sounds like it should be a fictional story. Oh, but it's not! Boo. I got nailed in the face with a soccer ball today. What the hell? I'm really taking this blonde thing to the limits. It's fun! I absolutely love a capella music. I think that I could listen to it all day and all night. Bahhhh, this weekend is going to be insane! I'm working at the Bolton Fair with Jeanine from eight am to seven pm and then doing something Charlie & Laura tomorrow night? Favorite people, yay! Then Sunday, I'm going to see Michelle at BU and we're going to get jamba juice and be in friendlove!! I don't know how much longer I can deal with this crapity crap. I need some sleep before tomorrow. She's a player and a downright whore.

[13 Sep 2006|10:32pm] [ mood | Immature. ] [ music | Hearbeats. ] Missing you all more than you understand. downright whore.

How ironic. [11 Sep 2006|10:42pm] [ mood | I don't really fucking know. ] [ music | Don't Start a Band. Reel Big Fish, hell yeah. ] I cannot even think of a good adjective to describe this. Angry. Irritated. Mad. Annoyed. Cross. Infuriated. Livid. Beside myself. Raging. Fuming. Up in arms. I rather like up in arms, it's not utilized often enough but it's not the best word for this. I think the best I'm going to do today is FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKITYFUCK. That's a very very good word. Crying in the band room is weird. But oddly comfortable. Especially since it wasn't Piazza that made me cry. I have the bestestest friends ever. And I love them all! She's a player and a downright whore.

[08 Sep 2006|10:58pm] [ mood | Tired and sad. ] [ music | Heartbreaks. ] I'm so happy. But I miss Grandama Baur. And Seattle. Someone come over on Sunday and love me, since I'll be lonely. Michy, I'm coming to see you soon because I miss you and you're close and it makes me sad not to see you. I've been spacing out so much lately. My bed is calling to me. Goodbye. downright whore.

Last day of summer.. [29 Aug 2006|10:38am] [ mood | I sneezed. ] [ music | Hahhhroooray. Nothing. ] This is kind of a ramble about everything. So, summer was alright. Seattle was amazing, band camp was good, side trips to VT & NH were great. Hanging out at home was alright. So, all in all summer was pretty good. There were no crazy drunken parties, but that's okay. Now, summer is pretty much gone & that sucks, but I'm over it. I need to focus on the fact that school is going to be tough and I'll need to work hard. I need to study dilligently and not lose track so easily. I need to make sure I practice my horn & study my drum major stuff. I don't want to stop having a social life either. But I'm not worried about that either. My biggest worry right now is the labor day parade. I'm simply afraid that I'm going to fuck up really bad. And I don't think that I will but it's a possibility. I'm starting to run out of money. I should work more during the school year. Like, Wednesday & Saturday and then after Thanksgiving, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday. That certainly wouldn't be too bad. Michelle is gone. I said good-bye to Mike yesterday and he leaves tomorrow. I'm saying good-bye to Emily today and she leaves tomorrow. I want to see Dickie before he leaves on Friday and I'm pretty sure I'll see Charlie before he leaves on Sunday. It's not really a shock, but knowing that they won't be around to hang out whenever, really sucks. It's not that hard to go and see Michelle or Mike but Emily is a good four hours away. (Sigh.) I'm very glad that I dropped AP history. Charlie actually added to how glad I am when he told me that I wouldn't pass the test anyways so it's not worth the effort. Sounds mean, but he's right, I won't. I'm going to try and pass latin instead. Gah, latin III. Why, why, why! Jason is gone, thank god. Mom and Dad are still here, blah. Dad's getting better. Not so mean all the time. Mom and I had such gtz the other day. Laughing on bums off at me making retarded faces at the car in front of us. I need clothes. Good thing I'm going to the mall in about ten minutes. School tomorrow. Here we go! She's a player and a downright whore.

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