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[May. 21st, 2005|01:40 pm] |
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uhm so last night i was supposed to go see the lovely morgan bowles sing.
& i didn't get to.
& i really wanted to.
but i KNOW that my dad wouldn't take me, etc.
but i promise next year, we will have fun in chorus morgan.
i promiseeee.
yesterday after school i had audition with this lady.
she taught this classical singer who is one of the top in the nation.
& she accepted me.
she said i have a "lovely voice".
it made me smile. :)
molly slept over and we hung out with some peepz.
love em to death yo.
seriously.
3 days till i leave that hell hole.
celebration.
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[May. 19th, 2005|09:40 pm] |
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| [ | eargasm |
| | american minor | ] |
okay.
OC finales make me so emo.
seriously.
i cried. a lot. :(.
and umm currently it's raining.
it was really random; it came on full throttle at my windows.
but i love rain.
it was just funny.
like someone poured a bucket on my house.
okay. i'm gay. i know. don't laugh at me.
umm so i found my old shirt today.
this pink one that says "don't pinch my cheeks".
YES i have abnormally huge cheeks and people used to like to pinch them.
F OFF.
i'm going to go climb out my window now.
goodnight.
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[May. 18th, 2005|11:21 pm] |
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today was REALLY boring.
uhh we have these stupid projects for algebra...
he assigns you a job and then you have to do taxes, blah blah.
then basically write what you learned.
well...
this is what i learned:
(YES, I SERIOUSLY TURNED THIS IN.)
What I Learned From My Math Project
Written By Kimberly
Arnold
4th Period
Wednesday, May 18th, 2005
Among all
the things I learned from “my job” and “my life” for this math project, was
that I should never be a musician or singer. I should just forget about being
one. Before I proceed, I’d like to thank you Mr. Rasey, for crushing my hopes
and dreams of ever pursuing a career in the entertainment department.
Receiving $16,161
is merely affordable annually, if you only want to live a not so lavish life. After
deducting tax payments, groceries, and all other expenses, I was left at a
total of $470.1265. I make enough to live a healthy and comfortable life, but I
guess I expected more from my career in entertainment.
I also
learned that I should have more respect for my parents who have to do so much
work on taxes, etc. I had to do many math problems just to find the net pay per
month.
The most significant
thing that I learned though, was that you really do use math in your everyday
life. Without math, you can’t accomplish anything. That’s why I plan to be a
hobo. But seriously, math is needed for pretty much everything. Without math,
my family would be living on the streets. Math is one main factor to live, you
NEED it to live, especially in the generation we live in today.
yeah it's crappy.
i did it in like 5 minutes.
at 11:11.
so give me a fucking break.
BUTBUTBUT
i did add humor.
maybe he'll give me a sticker for humor.
that's always cool.
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[May. 15th, 2005|10:19 pm] |
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| |  SO FUCKING GREAT BITCH! | ] |
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| | B. SPEEZY, YO! | ] |
i am in the BEST MOOD right now.
tomorrow seems so anxiously elaborate with happiness.
NO ONE can ruin this feeling.
and if you want to, please just wait till tomorrow.
i have been dancing for the past hour to some oldies jams.
and when i say oldies jams i mean n*sync, b. speezy, spice girls, all the bubblegum pop.
LIVE ON FOREVER POP!
=)
speaking of pop music, i hate people who claim they love music...
but they diss b. speezy, and rap, and all that shit.
i KNOW you have one of those records, or have at least enjoyed them.
what's so wrong with appreciating/enjoying something?
why should you have to disguise your love for something just because others don't accept it.
if they don't accept it, who cares?
if there's one thing that i've ever learned in life...it's that you CAN NOT please everyone.
so you might as well just please yourself and the ones that really care about you.
seriously. think about it.
alsoooooooo.
don't change your likes or ANYTHING about you just for someone you want to impress.
look at all the people that love you for who you are.
appreciate that.
don't waste your time on someone who won't waste their time on you.
mannnnnn i know i ranted.
usually i am pissed when i rant.
but seriously...
i feel sooooooo GOOD!
& THE BEST PART IS THAT I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY!
AND FRANKLY I DON'T CARE!
I LOVE YOU!
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[May. 15th, 2005|01:16 am] |
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| | the carpenters | ] |
umm karen carpenter has the fucking best voice ever.
she owns. more than you could ever imagine of being.
tonight hung out with lisa fisa and shereenie poo.
funfunfun.
ahh school is really close to being over!
uhh we had superlative things the other day.
i hope i win "funniest".
i heard that a lotta people voted for me as the funniest girl in 8th grade/seawolves.
whatev' yo.
SUMMERSUMMERSUMMER
I LOVE YOU
COME HOME SOON!
MY FUCKING TAXES.
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[May. 14th, 2005|12:40 am] |
will you catch the raindrops and save them for me in a bottle?
i know dancing in the rain was your favorite thing to do.
i'm sorry i can't be with you tonight.
it's sunny here in california.
i'm sure it's pouring in tennessee.
does that old oak still have our names carved on it?
i knew they planned on cutting it down.
you shouldn't let them. you can't let them.
do you still have that necklace i gave you before i left?
i know you don't like blue, but it looks good on you.
am i ever in your thoughts?
you're in mine; every waking moment.
california can console me with the weather.
but no one can strike up a conversation like you can.
you always could.
well, i saved some of the sun's rays in a jar for you.
i'll be there for the next thunderstorm.
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[May. 14th, 2005|12:19 am] |
Today I witnessed my own miracle. Among the dying weeds one last white flower lingered in the field's presence. It stood higher than any other being, and it easily earned my attention. It varied. It was different. Of all the weeds, there was one living, white, beautiful flower. The metaphor of my life in comparison to it was mutual and breath taking. Are you the one that stands out? Are you you? All I know is that I am me. I'm that one flower. There can be no other.
( i thought this was funny. )
Shut up. I'll kill you. Cause I'm xTuffx. |
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[May. 11th, 2005|07:40 pm] |
i officially am in love with ANYBODY that wears shirts that say "hottie" on them.
no, really.
i don't think i've laughed about something so little in so long.
okay so the last time was a couple of days ago.
but for me, that's a while.
tomorrow is the last day of eeeee-ogs, and i'm glad.
i'm excited for this weekend because wow, look at me!
it's the first week i have nothing scheduled.
so pencil me in if you want to hang. =)
you know you wanna.
uhh i want to go to PA & see the howie day concert.
perhaps maybe i'll bring the bff.
& we can jam.
because that's our fuckin man.
i love my teachers.
"hey we've only got a few days left of school but let's fucking overload our kids with projects! *gay smile*."
GAY.
umm somebody buy me a latte.
NOW.
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[May. 11th, 2005|06:39 pm] |
does the pitter pat of each rain drop keep you up tonight?
i'm up, yeah
i'm waiting for you by the lamp post
while it flickers everytime you breathe in the moist air
please don't cry, tonight it's the rain's turn, just be free
and the thunder will applaud & give standing ovations
you're dancing; flailing arms & singing the rain's song
singing out at the top of your lungs like no one hears you
but i hear you, i hear you
close your eyes & twirl until you feel dizzy
til the lightening can be depicted in your eyes
til the water dampens your hair
i know you don't care what anyone thinks right now
well no one's up tonight to hear you sing at the top of your lungs
except me, except me
but i'm just a clap, monolithic like the crowd
i'm dashing through spaces to retrieve you
passing faces; none of them you
i won't stop searching until you tell me to back down
until my heart backs down, &the blood rushes to my head
my pulse is racing, everyone has the same face
where are you?
i'm dodging sidewalks & i'm cutting corners
all just to have one last look, one last word
i thought it would be me leaving this town
should i be worried?
there's too many people here, & in this crowd
you're the only one i look for.
you can leave now, but this won't be my last word
the night is beautiful
because the sky is a mirror
& the reflection is you
oh, won't you look up?
should i call it a night?
she's not saying a word
she won't even move
& she's holding her breath
but i know she's thinking...
graham used to count the freckles that decorated her nose
he would sit for long pauses and stare at her without a solid reason to
and when the tears started to flow down unmistakenly
he'd wipe them away with his sleeves of his favorite shirt
and when the bleeding started he'd bandage her wrists
he'd memorize which strand landed precisely in her face
and the scar just left of her eye that her father gave her
graham used to return the cigarettes that kept her addicted
he didn't know that he was the real addiction
he'd sing songs that reminded him of her
and replace the song titles with her name as he belted out his heart
while strumming that old mahogany guitar
plucking each string gently, careful not to harm her ear drums
but when he sung her name, he'd harmonize the vocals with the wind
graham used to be the reason why a smile was plastered on her face
why her eyes cemented pure happiness within each glance
& graham used to be the reason why she knew what love was
why her diary held his name a myriad amount of times
& graham used to be the reason she woke up every morning
even if her lack of energy felt like it would overcome her want
but she was the reason why he drowned
because she let go of his hand too fast.
copyright. fucking lj tarts stealing my poems.
you're el-lamo.
plus. they're not even that great.
so suck it.
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[May. 11th, 2005|05:45 pm] |
You can hide the corners of your eyes
But I will still see you fumble your fingers while they grasp the tips
This awkward silence speaks louder than...
You can hum that silly little tune over and over
Until I can't ignore it
Repetitive apologies will contrast with plastic faces
Give it up. Give it up.
I'm the only one who really knows you.
I know you more than you pretend to know yourself.
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