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| 01:46am 21/03/2003 |
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yeah so i haven't updated in like 4 months. Wahoo. not much to say... i can't wait until the end of the semester.. me and cory broke up, i'm sick of guys in bands. i should date a sculptur. i'm out.
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| 11:20pm 13/11/2002 |
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mood:  content music: braid - breathe in
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You are the ravest of dance parties, a must for the all night rave! Exciting company you make people feel sexy, sensuality and generally ecstatic. You make people feel close, at one with each other but can also make people feel nauseaous and anxious.If you spend alot of time with someone they tend to be hallucinating, they cant see clearly and feel like they are getting carried away with you. When you spend way too much time with people you fuck up their brain, heart and liver. However, after spending a wopping wonderful night with you, the next day people get deppressed thinking of you and how much they miss you. They get love sick and dont want to eat, they cant sleep, they feel sore in their muscels and cant concentrate for very long as they dream of when they will spend an exhilarating time with you again on the dance floor at the very next rave party. Fortunately for people, the more they see of you the more they realise how bad you are and eventually they dont see much of you anymore.
that's hot. however, the description of the drug sucks.. and the spelling is atrocious.
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| 12:10pm 29/10/2002 |
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mood:  bouncy music: coheed and cambria - everything evil
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i want to marry a violinist.
or at the very least, a bass player.
or perhaps....... someone whose name be cory. AAAHHHH.
anyway.. it's raining. a LOT. and i gave my "its-raining-and-cold-and-i-feel-like-butt" hoodie to randi this morning so she would have a bit of protection against the rain. i'm already regretting it.
moving on... i feel that i have a right to rant about daylight savings time. why the fuck do they give you an extra hour of sleep sunday morning? so we can sleep in a bit before going to 6am mass? goddamn, we're already sleeping in. it's a waste of a potentially advantageous hour. okay, so technically.. if NO ONE changes the time, then it doesn't matter. correct? YES. so. if we all feel the need to change the time every 6 months, then why don't we decide. i don't mean personally.. but, think about it. waking up early on wed and thurs is usually pretty hard for all of us, or on a mon. so.. why don't we change it to a day when we could USE the extra hour of sleep.
do 500 signatures count as this as a law? if it does... then i'm getting 500 signatures!
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| 08:10pm 24/09/2002 |
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i wish i had more time to do updates and stuff in here... it seems like it should be a place to let loose and just spill out all my personal thoughts, but then i hold back and wonder if i really want everything else to have access to my personal thoughts. i'm just damn frustrated and need to vent. i'll go punch my beanbag chair, or send hate mail to random people in jersey. |
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| decisions, decisions |
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| 11:44am 16/09/2002 |
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mood:  thoughtful music: q and not u - 9 things everybody knows
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what do you think guys.. do i keep the pink streaks? or move forward to a more purplish hue...
VOTE NOW! |
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| 11:15pm 14/09/2002 |
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mood: enchanted music: the beautiful mistake - circular parade
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The Beautiful Mistake.... so fucking good. |
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| About a Boy... |
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| 11:56am 31/08/2002 |
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mood: flustered music: crush - noise ratchet
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Man, it's been forever since I've updated. I've been too busy eating meat and getting drunk.
Anyway, I'm back in the good old Floooreedduuuhh. It's fucking hot down here. I got a new tattoo. It's some fucked up floral tribal shit. Don't ask me what it's supposed to mean, but it's cool.
School started last week and it's beating my ass into the ground. Only two more years of this biochem bullshit. Oh wait. But then 2 years of grad school and a good old PhD thesis. I can't wait to be pregnant and barefoot in the kitchen. Life will be a breeze from then on.
So I met this guy. His name be Cory. I know I swore I would never go for another guy in a band, buuut.. I don't know. He's really nice, and cute spikey hair and is not afraid to admit that he loves Bright Eyes. (Dashboard as well, but we can let that slide. I mean, he IS from Florida afterall.. they're practically local.) Well, Dashboard Confessional aside, this kid is like perfect. So basically you're probably all wondering how we met. First weekend back in Tampa, I was starving for Jersey culture. Isn't that sad? I looked for a local show, hoping to scope out some new bands. And there he was... playing his bass the way beethoven played piano. My jaw just dropped.. along with my virtual panties. I don't usually do this, but I went and played yuppie groupie afterwards. He was soooooooooooooo nice. I acted like suuuuuuuuuuuch a dork. It was a failed attempt. I walked away in shame.
Two days later.. first day of class. Keep in mind that the size of USF's campus is like bigger than most Ethiopian orphan's potbellies. I was sitting on a bench waiting for Eron when I hear "Nice shoes... wanna fuck?"
I am serious.
I looked up, a bit confused, squinting at the sun, not quite sure who was complimenting my pumas. Woaah. He had this big grin and was like "It's Lexi, right? May I borrow some bench?" I felt like such a dork. but yeah.. he sat down and we started chatting and really hit it off. We swapped screen names (I remember back in the day when it was phone numbers. Oh well.). I have a buddy sign on alert for him. Ooohhh my god I'm so pathetic. |
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| 08:23pm 07/08/2002 |
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"Hi, I'm Bill Gates, founder of Microsoft, noted crap-monger, and star of TV's Melrose Place. I'm also a psychic. Anyway... I predict that your first million dollars will be made in 2007, in the following ways: "
$73,000 through insider trading.
$148,000 being a star.
$223,000 through lucrative nerd-ism, like me, Bill Gates.
$144,000 criminal mischief.
$373,000 working 9 to 5.
$39,000 odd-jobs for the Pope. |
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| get warped! |
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| 07:11pm 07/08/2002 |
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c'mon warped tour... c'mon.... C'MON CAMDEN I WANNA ROCK OUT WIT A HOT BOYZ COCK OUT IN DA GHETTO.
(only fitting for the "tweeder" entertainment center, wouldn't you say?) |
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| Mild congratulations, you are... |
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| 11:39am 12/07/2002 |
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mood: dateless music: rasputina - small boy jumps
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66% dateable!
You are neither more not less dateable than your peers-- welcome to the land of mediocrity, home of the masses! You have an undeniable animal magnetism, but you're just as likely to attract small animals as you are to attract human beings. Nevertheless, the people you flirt with generally find you funny and cute, or "fute." You have good hygiene, which is an imporant aspect of relationships involving two or more people. Avoid seafood and walks in the woods.
Woohoo. I'm not very dateable, apparently. No wonder I never get it on. Are people really that intimidated by small silver hoops in one's no no?
people more dateable than you (67%)
people just as dateable as you (6%)
people less dateable than you (26%) |
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| Cowabunga, Dude! |
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| 01:23pm 03/07/2002 |
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You're Michaelangelo!
You're the wild child of the group, always up for a party, a game, or any kind of activity that looks FUN! You have a short attention span and hate studying. But you're not all play and no work. When there's trouble, you don't hesitate to do your best to make it go away.
Which Ninja Turtle Are You? Quiz by Irish |
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| 03:55pm 25/06/2002 |
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mood:  lazy music: student rick - october skies
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I just talked to Katie. She wants me to come down to Florida to visit. I would love to go back to Tampa for a week or so. She also said that she's going to be up in Pa at some point during the summer. I definitely want to hook up with her then. That New Years party was awesome. Her friend that threw the party was so hot. Steve I think. And then Luke..... I wonder what Luke is up to. I should give him a call. He was a pretty awesome kid. Hmm, so much to do... so little time. |
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| 12:05am 13/06/2002 |
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mood:  annoyed music: rainer maria - i love you too
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People are assholes. |
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| 02:06am 12/06/2002 |
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mood:  drained music: mock orange - poster child
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I spent the weekend plus a few days in Chester. It was good to go home. It's only like an hour from Howell. Well, it took me an hour to get there. I don't know how long it would take a normal person to get there. I saw Patrick. I haven't talked to him in a while. He's a sad little emo boy now. I take full credit for that. I wanted to introduce him to my newest piercing, but I didn't think that would be very acceptable. I don't want to fuck him up too badly. Mostly I hung out with Evan, Dany, Cara, Rae, and Keeley. I crashed at Rae and Cara's apartment. Saturday night we all went to see Riley's band play. I miss the small shows with the close friends. I have yet to find a venue like that in Florida, or Howell for that matter. Then again, I've already addressed the fact that Howell sucks. They all promised to come and visit me in July or August before I go back to Florida. I can't wait though I don't know what we'll be able to do. Because, once again, Howell sucks. |
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| 07:38pm 01/06/2002 |
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mood: satisfied music: onelinedrawing - august
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This is the first good friend... isn't she the cutest thing in the world? She's even pink. I like pink. |
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| 01:33am 28/05/2002 |
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mood:  pissed off music: ben davis - finally i stand
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My new goal: find some friends in or around here... I don't want to be bored the entire summer. I'm heading to makeoutclub. |
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| 11:22pm 23/05/2002 |
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mood: bitchy music: reggie and the full effect - raining blood
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fuckity fuck fuck fuck |
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| Jersey does suck |
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| 11:27pm 21/05/2002 |
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I want to go back to Florida. I think I finally understand why everyone hates Jersey. For those who don't... I don't think they've ever been to Howell. |
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