Saturday, November 22, 2003

so this is going to sound really dumb, but i was so sad that - even though i went to bed at 10 last night - no one even called to hang out. i was like : im a loser baby, so why dont you kill me...

so, girl, who do you think you are? i hope you get screwwwwed over. how could you do this to me? how could you do this to him? how could you do this to her? how can you flaunt it in front of both of them? and do not cry to your friends for sympathy. you are one of the most selfish people ive ever met. im glad you only considered me a "big sister." i would hate it if i really were.

Friday, November 21, 2003

the convo between me and katie in vocal ensemble today:
whispering back and forth during warm ups
me- " i want some mrs grass's noodle soup."
her- "i want some ecstasy"
"i want some alcohol"
"i want weed"
"i want to have sex"
"me too."

it made me laugh.

today at the memorial i played jimmy eat world "hear you me" and my sister sang the harmony. now a bunch of family is over and i hear chatter chatter chatter and it is giving me the biggest headache EVER. i guess the game would be worse though, but i hope we win.
i want to sleep, and still want mrs. grass's noodle soup.

Thursday, November 20, 2003

i had something so insightful today to post and i forgot it, damnit.

i dont feel so good. i think i might be getting strep throat, not cool. it hurts to sing. it hurts to practice for a funeral.

today in basketball i elbowed a girl that recently broke her nose in the nose.

mood: anything michelle branch

Tuesday, November 18, 2003

how can you see something in front of you and still trip over it? how can you miss something that was never really there? these questions boggle my mind. why do i do them both?

today in basketball the ball came flying at my face off the backboard, hit my face, and knocked me to the ground. it was sort of embarrasing

mood: jimmy eat world "your house"

Sunday, November 16, 2003

i guess i feel a little better

this song is so pretty:

These wounds won't seem to heal,
this pain is just too real,
there's just too much that time cannot erase.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears.
I held your hand through all of these years.
But you still have...
All of me.
-evanecence

that and some other songs are repeating on my computer

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