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[13 Oct 2005|08:59am] |
hey jim- i cant call you b/c im at work, so this is mah message:
dinner tonight, my house? my dad wants you to come over and so does my mom :o). and hey things are looking up, my dad said you werent an idiot, hahaha.
oh and on another note, my DAD RESEARCHED ringling college. my DAD researched it. he is now HELL BENT on me going there-- he checked out the accrededations (<-- spelling mistake, im sure) and is fucking in LOVE with it. looks like i might be staying in florida after all... and sarasota of all fucking places, babe. my mom wants to set up an appt to go check it out- lets go with your mom and they can go to the beach after or something, haha.
see you tonight schmookums. yes, schmookums.
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[05 Oct 2005|12:41pm] |
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me and ali want to know: where the winter park homecoming after parties at?
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[01 Oct 2005|03:25pm] |
nursing a hangover with texas toast and boyfriend (and co.).
this one goes out to you, lillie. you have lungs of fucking STEEL. jim was impressed-we all were.
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[17 Sep 2005|04:46pm] |
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hey everyone i'm grounded (surprise). come visit me or call. 407 657 8374 <--- house phone, be polite please.
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[11 Sep 2005|11:30am] |
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i'm engaged to jim. (mah pretty kitty).
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[07 Sep 2005|05:49pm] |
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mmm, jim.
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[03 Sep 2005|09:06am] |
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got drunk. showed my parents my tattoo. told my parents the meaning behind my tattoo. they accept it now.
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[29 Aug 2005|06:30pm] |
yes so. aj (stewart) did the nicest thing for me ever. i off handedly mentioned to him that i wanted to learn guitar... and he tells me today ''oh yeah, surprise- i bought you an acoustic. dont get too excited, its a super shitty one but at least you have something to practice on now.'' i started crying. this, coming from a kid who has NO money, and apparently the biggest heart.
oh and in other news, my mom is an emaciated size two, and im a fucking size six. FAB.
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| new addiction. |
[28 Aug 2005|08:29pm] |
i LOVE my tattoo. i'm getting another next weekend, if i get the cash up. i was expecting it to hurt crazy bad, so i was bracing myself... then it actually felt GOOD. what the fuck is wrong with me!? yeah, it felt GOOD. (i got a black/white bow between my boobs, but a bit further down so it doesnt show when i wear low cut shirts). i think i'm going to get it coloured in red next week too. haven't decided what i'm going to do for my next one, either:
a. stitches and a needle up my real scar
b. sparrows, one on each hip.
c. wings on my back (this girl had a beeaaautiful set done..)
d. air quotes, one on each hip.
e. whatever the hell i think up next.
it is SO addicting.
[edit]: sign of a trooper: after going to bed at oh, vaguely six am...then waking up at nine am to tap the rest of the keg. john w. had a fabulous little portable breathalizer thing, and we kept checking our blood alcohol content. ted and i tried to get ours up to .50, but the closest we got was .37 (legal limit is .08. essentially, thirty seven percent of the liquid in my bloodstream was alcohol. ROCK ON.
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| you know you drink too much when.. |
[27 Aug 2005|08:41am] |
these apply:
You drink to get over a hangover.
You fall off the floor.
You can focus better with one eye closed
You have to hold onto the lawn to keep from falling off the earth
When the bottle says 20 standard drinks but you only get 5.
You fall down a flight of steps and DON'T spill a drop of your beer.
You believe that spilling a beer is alcohol abuse.
You instinctively know where the alcohol is in a store you've never been in before
Although you drove home the other night you can't remember how you got home or where you parked your car. its a damn good thing i dont have a car right now.
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[23 Aug 2005|10:15pm] |
YEAH HAS ANYONE ELSE SEEN THESE?
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[17 Aug 2005|11:51pm] |
i'm in love with a boy i've never met.
no, this isn't philosophical and lyrics from a song. i mean, literally- i'm in love with a boy i've never met. maybe lust is more appropriate.
but still. i'm in love with a boy i've never met.
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[17 Aug 2005|02:16pm] |
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i was asked out on a date by an administrator. isn't that illegal?!
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[15 Aug 2005|06:44pm] |
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mini cooper or nissan xterra
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[09 Aug 2005|10:01pm] |
this is fucking trinidadian logic:
situation: amir spilled coke on my phone. it wont work.
dad's solution: put it in the oven to ''dry up the moisture.''
yeah okay we'll see how that goes.
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[08 Aug 2005|08:40pm] |
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hey whats with seventeen year olds moving out of their houses, getting apartments, three jobs, and in some cases dropping out of school.
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| check this shit out: |
[07 Aug 2005|08:23pm] |
conversation with me and my mum while we were having a cigarette outside:
ME: mum, you know that i'm not going to stop drinking, and i sure as hell know that i'm not going to stop drinking. we need to find a way to come to some mutual satisfaction here.
MUM: (pissed off look, grudgingly realizing..)you're right. what do we do?
ME: well, how about when i go to parties/gatherings of sorts where there will be alcohol, i will give you the name/address/phone number- now, that information is never to be used, but in cases such as last time (where i passed out..) you may use such information.
MUM: eehhh
ME: hey, at least i won't have to lie.
MUM: ok.
YEAH BABY.
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[06 Aug 2005|05:09pm] |
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officially ungrounded as of monday.
(2 weeks grounded for sneaking out and uh, passing out/not coming home. yeaahh, my bad).
( GOT MY HAIR EXTENSIONS PUT INN. )
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[01 Aug 2005|07:27pm] |
I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more, no less.
Ask me anything you want.
Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends(including myself) to ask you anything.
copied from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=88.8) your_crimes
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[01 Aug 2005|09:33am] |
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all ap macro students: capkanis updated his assignment page saying to email "assignment II" to MR. STORCH instead of him. if you've already completed this assignment, i suggest you re-email it to storch just to cover your ass.
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