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Yesterday was the state band festival. We made all ones, despite are band director, or... lack thereof. We were excited that we did make all ones, yet we were sad that garret was not there to celebrate with us. It was bittersweet, sweet and sour Ever heard Bittersweet symphony by the verve? Yeah........ its a bittersweet symphony this life..... This morning i ran a stop sign.. i feel kinda bad. i should turn myself in. Today feels like a good day... |
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What a great way to start a new entry! i love having to earn my right to make one! My americaonline version whateveristhehighestone.0 was not working properly so i switched to america online version 5.0. and for a while i was excited to be using an older one. it reminds me of a less material and fabricated world. but it didnt work. at all. So i tried the other, this one, again.... and guess what... HOORAH! it is ALIVE! I was rereading my last entry and i realized it was very emo. sorry. This one will be emoish (that is the coolest word. emoish), but more so just blatant stuff. I was kicked out of my house yesterday dear readers. i wandered the streets of florence for some time sight seeing, making the best of a bad situation. It felt wonderful outside. perfect. Well, Josh wynn found me and took me to his house to stay for the night. *Anyone know josh wynn? great guy yeah?* He is a very hospitable person. I recommend him for all of your home needed needs. guffaw: (n) loud burst of laughter How great is that? GUFFAW GUFFAW GUFFAW tomorrow is monday. band competition-garret=not good. maybe we will find garret? fingers crossed. |
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its amazing how much my little mood icon thing looks like me, and also harry potter... but i dont look like harry potter at all. anyways... i found out that my cousin shot his leg so he would not have to go back to iraq to fight in the war. this is illegal. so now.. .he is in trouble. but what makes me feel bad is that i dont feel bad. i really, truly, dont care. like at all. im a bad person... and this just proves it. this morning had an incredible urge to cut myself, which i have not done in a while because of one certain person, and i searched relentlessly for anything that could extinguish my crave, when i could not find anything.. i started to cry... *i think this has came to an unhealthy level* My best friend, really my older brother (metaphorically speaking), is in north carolina trainging in the marines... and is going to iraq soon.. like, in a month or two.. im so scared... my two cousins can go over there and die, my uncle can be blown up in a tank running over a land mine... but if lee (my "older brother") died.... i would not be able to handle it. he has always been there for me... and if he is taken from my life... i KNOW that my life would end, not being dramatic, or talking about my spirit. im saying that i really think i would kill myself. so, i beg him not to go.. all the time.. but i can tell he really wants to. he promises me he wont die though... what an empty promise. |
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| i need to meet someone new, and i figured this would be a good way........ but i dont know how... |
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| its amazing..... the human need for friendship.. these journal things suck if no one ever responds because the comments are what make it what it is. the responses help me in a lot of ways, but this journal is new so no one ever comments....... and this saddens me. i have a tendency to make people my friends, i dont mean to. but i do. i guess i will do that again. |
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Sometimes i think people would like me better dead.. teachers, parents, friends, pets, neighbors, neighbors pets, the clerk at all local walmarts, etc.... all these people make me afraid... afraid that one day someone will knock me out and i will open my eyes to see everyone staring at me and laughing... or having a circle jerk on me.... *thats how i feel a lot* |
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You take the barrette out as i pass you in town your wavy red hair slowly falls down i fall in love, right at first sight im starstruck by this lady of night. we get to my apartment, room 32 i then proceed to fix dinner for you by candlelight we dine and we toast the tv in the opposite room plays ghost after dinner we sit, talk, and share we talk of likes, dislikes, and of your fare slowly the champagne takes its effect the music in the background makes it correct. you turn towards me and touch my face i look at you, my pulse begins to race the intensity....... it starts to rise. along with other things, as i look in your eyes quietly, i run my hands down you, our souls merge to one from two, i breathe slightly upon your skin and whisper for you to let me in... i slowly move down and kiss your back your breathing hastens as mine starts to lack i caress your thigh, you gaze down at me you tell me "i love you", this is an extra fee you unbutton my pants, your hardly shy and you gaze up at me as you unzip my fly my hard-on sticks out, i cant believe my luck i arch my back pleased as you start to suck you pour the champagne on my stomach and lick all while stroking the length of my dick i moan and whisper in all my delight ive wanted you since first sight slowly i slip off your tight halter top your chest is beautiful, but i cannot stop i grab your pants, and pull em down to your knees your completely wet, and you cry "please!" i lower myself and insert into you, the relief is overwhelming to you and me too. i start slow, being passionate and kind, but i get all fired up in a matter of time you yell for me to "stop! NO MORE!" as the sweat is dripping from every pore my thrusts start slowing, and become few and.....finally.... i cum in you |
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This new journal is starting off with a bang... i just logged in and stuff and im about to vomit all over my new screen name. the excitment/liquid is welling up inside of me.... THis is like my third journal to start... maybe this one i will keep up with... maybe.......... maybe i should start this with a poem or so..... i like poetry.... *Who did i just say that to? the screen? yes.... * I guess its better to talk to the screen than to myself... although myself is missing me right now............ *tear* |