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"omg my heartz be broked" by Dylan
MY TEARS OF BLOOD
FILL MY PEN WITH INK OF SADNESS
TO WRITE MY POEM THAT IS NOT GLADNESS
AND MY PAPER IS MADE FROM THE GROUND BONES OF MY DEAD LOVE
BUT I HAVE REALLY KEWL GLASSES
REPENT REPENT REPENT
Greatest song ever. Excluding Afternoon Delight. Yay. I am moving to Tokyo. Bye everyone!
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[09 Apr 2004|11:09pm] |
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I've been so wrapped up in how popular I am that I barely have time to write in my dear livejournal. Yeah, so anyway. I don't even remember the last time I updated so I'll just brush up on what's been hap'n'n (that looks weird).
School is the same, etc.,etc.
I dyed my hair, etc.,etc.
I've been really happy lately, etc.,etc.
I went to Taco Bell/the park/Ashley's house with Amy, Jessica, Ashley, and Anna, etc.,etc.
Tomorrow I am going to SKA WEEKEND. Hahahahahaha. How great will that be? I must take pictures of all the ska people to post on the interweb so everyone can see how incredibly lame they are. Oh, yes. Internet humiliation. That is tuff.
MONDAY=DOLLYWOOD. And for everyone who doesn't know what Dollywood is: It is an amusement park owned by Dolly Parton. Some kid asked me if it was in the shape of Dolly's boobs...but unfortunately, it isn't. They built a new rollercoaster. Yeah. It's gonna be fun.
Now some pictures of recent events.
( stuff )
( stencilz )
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Soo Jesse and I are going to Kingston tomorrow. Since the dirty bastard decided that he wanted to wait until 2 to come over, we had no time to go there today...seeing as how the car has to be back where it originally was by 5. Yes, it is very illegal for him to be driving. Yes, I would be in deep shit if I got caught. Yes, it's Jesse. I feel safe driving with him though. We'll see tomorrow.
( First, he came to pick me up, you see... )
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| will you believe in me tonight? |
[20 Mar 2004|11:39am] |
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Holy crap. Hi livejournal! First of all, I would like to say that I'm sorry I've neglected you. Next I would like to point out that a lot has happened since my last update and whatnot.
I went to Nashville a couple of weeks ago, and I had an absolutely kickass time. I have 150+ pictures that will be revealed later in this entry. Well, not all of them. Basically, the trip involved skipping school and dicking around. Nothing worthwhile was accomplished...maybe a few friendships were established and all, but that's about the extent of my "kickass" trip.
Went to a couple of parties here and there, nothing too exciting. Matter of fact, I'm going to one tonight. YEAH, I'M A PARTY ANIMAL. LOLLERSKATEZ.
Which brings us to today. Yeah...my life is BORING. Get used to it. Spring Break this week. YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.
God, I'm lame sometimes.
Okay. Here are pictures.
( I don't know what most of these are from... )
I've found three AFI songs I like. THREE. That's it. NO MORE. I swear!!
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| and our blood oxidizes |
[29 Feb 2004|11:00pm] |
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Oh god, am I sore. Friday night, I spent the night at Meredith's since we were going to leave super-early. We drove to Steak N Shake with Meagan, blasted some Ace of Base, stole hats from the retards at Steak N Shake, and waltzed into Walmart (paper hats and all). After previewing several albums (Rod Stewart's Greatest Hits, Purple Rain, and Spice World) in the electronics section, we decided it was time to leave. Came home. Slept for however many hours it was.
Woke up at 8:00 or so. Got in the car and stole an Amy from the O'Hatnick residence. Aaaand we were on our way!
So I have quite a few pictures. Most are of Thursday and AFI. Woo. Kind of. :\
( i'm watching tv. i guess that's a solution. )
We arrived in Atlanta at 2:30 or so, and immediately got in line. Meredith couldn't stand being in the back, so we waited in line for 6 hours. GO US! It really wasn't all that bad...
Inside, there was no room to breathe. We were right at the barriers, and Amy got pulled out of the crowd cause she was going to pass out. Meredith got Jade's guitar pick, and I stole Coheed's setlist.
We made new friends with these people...one being this EXTREMELY tall guy who was probably 6'11". Everyone behind him was pissed and yelling at him cause they "didn't pay 20 bucks" to not see their favorite band. So I turned around and told them all to shut the fuck up cause we had all been there since 2 PM. And everyone else in that goddamn room was there to see AFI. Needless to say, the 12 year old girls shut up.
So goddamn sore!
Christ! Those pictures took a long time to upload.
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| I don't want to go to jail |
[20 Feb 2004|08:43pm] |
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HEAD AUTOMATICA! It leaked and such, and it's soo lovely. You people should totally find it and download it all or IM me, and I'll send it all to you.
Lately, I've been thinking about my surroundings and how I don't like them much. I've decided that I'm going to run away. Never to return. Oh, yes. I might be an angsty teenager, but I will accomplish my goal of getting out of Knoxville, TN. Believe it. Or don't. It's all retarded anyway.
I've been signed on AIM on my phone for 21 hours, and I signed off earlier...but it didn't sign me off. So now it says I'm signed on in three locations, and I don't want to be signed on in three locations goddamnit. Someone stab my phone.
Okay, I have more pictures of random fun.
( He said Incubus was lame... )
I'm going to do that fifteen random songs of your playlist thing. WOO!
001. Dead Prez - I'm A African (3:19)
002. Incubus - Psychopsilocybin (4:19)
003. Head Automatica - Zack Morris Is My Hero (4:22)
004. Har Mar Superstar - You Can Feel Me (3:13)
005. NSync - Space Cowboy (4:23)
006. Sonic Youth - 100% (2:25)
007. Nada Surf - Icebox (3:17)
008. The Color Turning - Words and Everything After (4:14)
009. Denali - Time Away (5:12)
010. Thrice - That Hideous Strength (2:29)
011. Tenacious D - One Note Song (1:23)
012. Modest Mouse - Cowboy Dan (6:16)
013. Indian Summer - Aren't You Angel? (4:42)
014. Interpol - NYC (4:20)
015. Murphy Lee - What Da Hook Go'n Be? (3:45)
This would be a lot better if I had more songs on my playlist.
I love this song.
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I was in heaven.
I was in hell.
Believe in neither
but fear them as well.
Also! I hate having to make friendly conversation with people I dislike...especially over the phone. I feel completely fake talking to people like that...but oh, well. I guess that's just how the world works. Fake, boring, shallow dolts.
DEEP LIKE THE OCEAN, MAN.
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[11 Feb 2004|09:44pm] |
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Seven year olds who sing "Our God Is An Awesome God" and the top of their lungs are not cute...neither are three year olds who throw balls at my head and screaming "LOOK! IT'S CALLED THE BALL GAME!! OLOLZ!1!" I swear I won't ever babysit ever again.
Thank you Alice In Wonderland and coloring books.
This Saturday! Old City Java - My Lost Cause, Beware: The Gentlemen, The Summer, and While You Were Gone.! Eee! I am excited cause I need a show and stuff.
Other upcoming shows:
AFI, Coheed and Cambria, Thursday -- Atlanta, GA -- February 28
Death Cab For Cutie, Ben Kweller, Pedro The Lion -- Nashville, TN -- April 17
I really need more. Haha.
I've completely neglected this journal, and it makes me sad.
Oh, well.
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[03 Feb 2004|09:30pm] |
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It's been a couple of days since I updated, and even then it was unusually boring and shameful. But today, oh yes today, I have pictArs!
I've started this routine where I fall asleep at 6 p.m. and wake up at 11 or so...and stay up until school time comes around. I fell asleep at 3 a.m. or so this morning and woke up to my loud-ass, buzzing alarm clock. Needless to say, I was all "Fuck that." So I stayed home. Probably not a wise decision...it really has no effect on me whatsoever.
The product of staying home alone is several livejournal icons that are quite embarrassing. Yes, these are baby photos. Yes, they are of me unless stated otherwise. No, I am not retarded. Thx.
( You weirdo. )
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[29 Jan 2004|08:19pm] |
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Dear Incubus,
Thank you for writing such a beautiful album.
Love, Lily
I feel so incredibly lame admitting that I love the new Incubus cd. I talk about how I've "matured" or whatever when it comes to music, but I still have the same shitty taste in music that I have always had...regardless of how fucking snobby I am when it comes to music. Lame. "Sick, Sad, Little World" is rivaling "The Warmth" in greatness.
"What has 118 teeth and holds back The Incredible Hulk?
MY ZIPPER!! OLOLOLOLOLZ!"
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[19 Jan 2004|03:42pm] |
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I think it's funny how I love someone who could never love me back, yet I ignore those who actually do love me. I've been pretty down lately and for no reason. Well, there is a reason, and I don't feel like dedicating a post to how incredibly depressed and angsty I am at the moment.
Last night was boring and uneventful as usual. I just sat on the couch/computer chair all night watching random things that amused me for a brief five minutes at a time. My mother had her boyhuman come over last night so I could meet/judge him. It all somehow leads back to Kevin though. He apparently was best friends with Kevin's good friend, etc.etc.etc. It's all one shitty cycle after the other, and he was just a bore. I suppose I would feel differently if I hadn't been in such a bad mood all weekend.
I have a tremendous amount of work that I need to do, and I am just putting it off until the last second as usual. I fucking rule.
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Somehow, I was reminded of Ryan yesterday in Spanish, and now he's all I can think about. Then I've been contemplating whether or not I should call him and see what he's up to . . .
**WARNING: Extremely Cliche LJ Entry Ahead**
I haven't seen him in a really long time (october at the bowling alley). I remember when I was waiting to be picked up... he walked out, and it was like that whole Meredith-Jordan thing where I pictured a bright white light behind him and "I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight" playing in the background. I really wish I had a livejournal back when we saw each other all the time. I'd love to go back and read all the entries about how I was (still am :\) madly in love with him.
Old memories of him that I miss so fucking much: Going to the YMCA just to be around him, holding hands while watching some really cheesey movie, stealing his watch :), hugs, getting jealous when some other girl started talking to him, realizing that he didn't like the other girl, going to six flags and having him hold my hand when I was scared of some random amusement park ride, Lost Sea adventures, making fun of each other, his voice, the way he could never pronounce his "g"s, his goofy smile, having someone to care about that much, avoiding everyone else so that we could be alone, pretending to be married, pretending to have children, his eyes, missing him while he was gone for weeks at a time and being so relieved when he came back, listening to people ask us if we are dating and laughing at them, giftwrapping hideous presents, calling him to listen to his awesomely awesome bass skills, calling him to hear his voice, calling him in general, making him do stuff I didn't want to do, the fact that he went along with my bullshit, comforting me when I was depressed about birthday crap, forcing him to listen to random music, comparing him to Chris Martin of Coldplay, secretly being in love with each other, destroying him at air hockey, running my fingers through his hair, imagining that the song "I Miss You" by Incubus was written for me when he wasn't there, swinging at the playground together, swimming, making fun of him cause he didn't have boobs, the sad look on his face when he realized that he didn't have boobs, stealing his money when he wasn't looking, making fun of his huge feet, having his brother ask me if I liked him and feeling embarrassed when I said "no", singing stupid songs with him, taking pictures of him sleeping/doing stupid things, him laying his head in my lap and falling asleep during random presentations, ignoring friends over a boy :\, how happy I was when I was around him...FUCK I NEED TO CALL HIM.
I know there are other people, but it seems like every single person I have ever met, I compare to him. I could never love anyone else the way I loved him. I think he feels the same cause when I last saw him, his face lit up. He has no way of getting in touch with me, so it is all up to me...unless we run into each other soon. I have to call him.
I miss him way too much.
Shove it, you. Let me miss the boy!
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I just got back from an outing with the mother. We saw The Return of the King. Something about that movie was stupid/weird/homoerotic. . . I s'pose it didn't help that there were these two old black women screaming everything that was going on (see: "FRODO DI'N DIE! HE JUST SLEEPIN!" or "OH NO THAT WHITE BOY DI'N JUST TRY AN' TAKE DAT RING!! GIIIRRRLL! *maniacal laughter*"). The theater was packed, and I felt like I was being suffocated because these really scary guys came and sat beside me. After they sat down, they mumbled some incoherent question that was something along the lines of, "GEE! I'm sorry! We didn't even ask. Are these seats taken?!" As if it wasn't bad enough, this dumbass couple thought it would be cool to bring their baby to the movie so it could cry and whine for the entire three and a half hours. The movie was alright though!
Afterward, we drove to Best Buy and walked around aimlessly for another half an hour. I didn't buy anything, but my mom bought some cd-rs and Prince's "Purple Rain" so that we could rock out to some hardcore music on the trip home. We are soo badass.
it's true!
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Well, if that ain't the most depressing thing you've seen in a while...well, I don't know what!
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[05 Jan 2004|12:17am] |
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Voicechat is so fucking fun! Since I don't have my own microphone, Sam just, uhh, sang random songs to me all night long. I don't think I ever want to hear any more Weird Al ever again. Same goes for TV Themesongs of any kind.
2 Skinnee J's have been ruling my face really hard lately. I remember seeing them in 2001 with Incubus and Hoobastank in Huntsville, AL. They put on one hell of a show with their bunnyrabbit roadies and horribly terrifying manager, Stumpy. I don't think music can get much happier than 2 Skinnee J's.
I'm being forced to go back to school Tuesday. . . ugh. I have no desire to go back to that hellhole where I get little or no education. The teachers of Karns High School feel that it is alright to just sit at their desks and give out busy work. Meh, it's fine with me. I'd rather learn by myself than have some moron trying to learn me somethin'. Yes, learn me somethin'.
It's only 12:30, and I am actually tired! Maybe I will be able to get back on some regular sleep schedule. As for now, I think I am going to assume the position on the good ol' couch where I will indulge in some disgusting television that involves eating bull testicles or something. Gooooodnight.
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Alrighty. It is officially picture time in this journal. I realize that a good 85% of these pictures are of really horrible quality, but you'll live.
( Click to see more! )
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[04 Jan 2004|02:53am] |
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Why do people insist on talking during a movie? I saw the Farrelly Brothers' lastest abortion "Stuck On You" tonight, and yes, it sucked really hard. What happened to making semi-decent comedies, you Farrelly retards?! They made three good comedies (Kingpin, Something About Mary, and Dumb and Dumber). What happened to the once amusing Farrelly Brothers movies that I used to watch and love?
Earlier, I went out to eat with my grandmother and aunt at Aubrey's. Apparently, they have this hugantic tree in the front that is COVERED in Christmas lights. I'm not using the word covered lightly . . . almost every single tiny branch had lights wrapped around it. We should have never even gone there because the whole time we were there my grandmother was staring at the tree saying, "My, my. That tree is covered in lights. It's so pretty." She must've repeated herself 509284093849320 times, and she never shut up. Then as we were leaving she had to walk over to the tree to make sure that the lights were still there. Scary old woman. After that, she started making references to how many silver cars are on the road nowadays. She also said something about how silver is the safest color possible when looking for a car. :|
It's really sad to see your relatives get old right before your eyes. My grandmother used to be completely sane and had some sense, but now, she is as senile as they come. She can't do two things at one time or she will get flustered and panic (driving and talking on a phone, cooking two different things at one time, etc.). I miss my family back when everyone was happy...when they all were married, carefree, and ignorant. Those were the good ol' days.
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