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                <title>I might write some more.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 29 Mar 2007 21:19:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Most of you know I'm over at <a href="http://www.amazingmaleeni.deviantart.com">[link]</a> now, but it's only photography over there. I'm thinking I might start writing again... I have a bunch of my writing up here obviously - old shit I have which is quite embarrassing, and some work which... isn't as terrible.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~BeautifulScar</author>
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                <title>new dA</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2005 18:14:19 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://www.amazingmaleeni.deviantart.com">[link]</a><br />
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I'm there now. ]]></description>
                <author>~BeautifulScar</author>
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                <title>nine inch nails concerts</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 30 Aug 2005 07:13:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So, I've seen Nine Inch Nails three times in concert. What was it like?<br />
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If you read my LJ you'd know. ¬_¬ <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~lissles">[link]</a><br />
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I lock my entries, so, heh. <br />
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I'm listening to the stuff that Trent did for Quake. It's cool - kind of eerie.<br />
I'm kind of coming down after the most amazing 9 days of my life, and, it's okay.<br />
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I'm going to drop out of year 11 and repeat it next year. I think. I'm moving out end of this year.<br />
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So, yeah. Bye for another month or so. ]]></description>
                <author>~BeautifulScar</author>
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                <title>livejournal</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 18 Jul 2005 21:53:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ my deviantart sucks.<br />
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my livejournal is prettier.<br />
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<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~lissles">[link]</a><br />
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this pretty much means 'add me' -- because i prefer livejournal, and i actually update it more than once a month...well, yeah.<br />
I almost have 10 000 pageviews, it's suprising how little I care.. YAY. ]]></description>
                <author>~BeautifulScar</author>
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                <title>Boring stuff.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 21 Jun 2005 08:46:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I haven't done a journal in close to a month, so bah. I found this stupid quiz. <sub><br />
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# ABOUT YOU.<br />
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1. Name? Elissa<br />
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2. Age? 16 soon.<br />
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2. Sexuality? Straight as the shape of my lightbulb.<br />
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3. Where do you live? Queensland, Australia.<br />
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4. Are you single? No. *ogles Samuella*<br />
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5. Do you have a part-time or full-time job? I work at Video Ezy.. JOY!<br />
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6. Obsessions? X-Files, I suppose.<br />
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7. Dye your hair much? For the past two years, I've done it VERY MUCH. At the moment its dark reddish brown on the bottom, with blonde foils on the top. It's okay, but I want to just do it brown, my natural colour.<br />
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# MUSIC.<br />
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1. What are you listening to? Hal featuring Gillian Anderson - Extremis (Very hot song.. Very hot filmclip to accompany.)<br />
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2. Put your playlist on random and list the first 7 songs that come up.<br />
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- We're in this together - nine inch nails<br />
- (go to) California - rob zombie<br />
- Destroy all - static-x<br />
- Starfuckers inc. - nine inch nails<br />
- All i ask of you - Phantom of the opera<br />
- Nemo - nightwish<br />
- You spin me right round - marilyn manson<br />
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3. Any addictive songs? Nemo by Nightwish has been in my head for over a year. Grr.<br />
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4. Do you download music? Legally, of COURSE. I've downloaded 200 songs in the last day and a half. Eeek.<br />
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5. How large is your music collection? Sam's is bigger...<br />
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6. Last CD you bought? The Downward Spiral by nine inch nails.<br />
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# VIDEO.<br />
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1. What did you last watch? The Extremis video, drool. Before that would have been the X-Files season..er, 2 bloopers. A.D. Skinner in a bra, yay.<br />
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2. Who were you last on web-cam with? Christina then Sam.<br />
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3. What was the last movie you saw? The most recent star wars movie with my little brother.<br />
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4. Favourite movies? I really like Queen of the Damned at the moment- Lestat is hot, and the music is addictive. Besides that, I can't think of many.<br />
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5. Favourite TV show? I used to love Buffy, but now its more X-Files.<br />
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6. Own any DVD's or video's? No videos. I own 'Wrong Turn' and The X-Files movie, as well as Buffy season 1-7 and X-Files season 1-9.. Yeah, I'm a geek. I don't mind.<br />
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7. Favourite actor/actress? Gillian Anderson and David Duchovny. Yum!<br />
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# PEOPLE.<br />
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1. Who do you crush on? Sam, obviously.<br />
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2. Celebrities you'd do? Gee, thats a tough one. GA and DD!<br />
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3. Do you have many friends? Um. Haha. I suppose I have a few. I like my small groups.<br />
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4. Who are you talking to online? Daniel, and Nick is going away to touch himself or something. Not many people on at 1:40.<br />
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5. Who did you last talk to on the phone? Kerrie, than before that Sam.<br />
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# RANDOM.<br />
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1. If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be? In Sydney. Or Melbourne.<br />
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2. Piercings? 4. I'm getting my tongue pierced..<br />
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3. Do you spend much time on the phone? Um, yeah. On my mobile, my received calls stands at 83 hours, 44 minutes and 16 seconds, whilst my dialed calls is 9 hours, 5 minutes and 18 seconds. Freaaaaaaaaaaaky.<br />
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4. Catch much public transport? Yeah, every day to tafe and everywhere else I go, besides work. Although my parents were bugging me to take a bus this morning. Fuck no. My skanky manager was going to drive me home, but my dad turned up instead.<br />
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- I kinda scrapped the rest of the quiz thing cos it was shitty and boring. I'll update later. I'm lazy.</sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>Tickets to the nine inch nails concert!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 29 May 2005 22:15:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, Sam's dad did!! <br />
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To the nine inch nails concert that is.  I'm going to sydney, but thats kind of  meant to be a secret to a few people at  the moment, so hopefully they don't  read this.<br />
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I kind of want to suprise them. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> So..  um. yeah. There are four of us going.  It's on like, the 20th of August I  think. I'll be 16 by then, which will  be cool. I almost DIED when I found  out. Yayness.<br />
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My parents kinda don't want me going,  but the tickets are booked.... I'm at  tafe.. I just skipped film and tv  because my teacher is an evil ironing  board. Well, i'm kind of tired. Back  to.... doing nothing. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /><br />
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Sam, i'll talk to you later.. Thanks so  much for the bookage- actually, thank  your dad.. for the 10 millionth time.  It was pretty random when I called you  today. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> Hopefyou feel better and stuff.  I'll reply to your email later. Kay? ]]></description>
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                <title>NIN</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2005 01:50:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i havent written a journal in a  thousand years so yeah.<br />
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NIN are touring aus, <a href="http://premier.ticketek.com.au/shows/show.aspx?sh=NINEINCH05&searchId=d2db0b90-651e-4dbc-b826-cb809159045e">[link]</a><br />
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So yeah. i want to go. but I don't know  anyone in brisbane who'll go with me.  My dream is to see them in sydney,  because I know 4 people there I can go  with. But theres about a 0 percent  chance of that happening. So yeah. Joy.<br />
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I need someone to go with me. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>bah</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2005 04:01:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yesterday, was some "late birthday"  thing for one of my old school friends.  There were like 6 of us, so it was a  nice small gathering I guess. Quite  weird to see people I haven't seen in 2  months, but I guess it wasn't too bad.<br />
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I am incredibly sick, and have been for  the past 2 weeks. It sucks so much. I  couldn't sleep last night because I had  trouble breathing <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" />. I know that I'm  complaining, but it sucks. I couldn't  get to tafe last Thursday because..  well, simply, I couldn't get out of bed  (it was an oral that I finished the  week before- the teacher knew that  even) so hopefully one of the girls in  my group forwarded mine to the teacher  like she said she would. Apparently my  English teacher was going on about how  she would fail us, but meh! I couldn't  care less, to be honest. I'll have a  medical certificate, so she can't fail  me. If she does, I'll just call her a  "dirty fucking slut" like someone did. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /><br />
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I'm in quite a bad mood now. I haven't  been for about a whole month, but I  just feel... shitty right now. I have 2  assignments for one subject  due in 11  days (one of them includes an interview  with a Forensic Psychologist- I havent'  even orgaised yet!) and the other one  is some huge thing on a controversial  issue where I have to get 40 peoples  opinions. I won't say its stressing me  out, but whats stressing me out,  rather, is the fact that I can't get  access to do them. I've waited since  11am to get online, and I just did 20  or so minutes ago. Yesterday I didn't  have a chance to get online, and  Friday.. not really. The only times I  can check dA are usually when I'm at  tafe. I shouldn't rant like this, I  know, but.. well... Shut up. lol.<br />
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Anyway. I just don't feel that great.  Plus, my friend Jenny is moving  interstate to live with her boyfriend. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" />  JENNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYY!!!! That happens  like... soon. I will go visit her  though. Someday. Back to my  assignments. Bah. ]]></description>
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                <title>HELLO THIS IS CATHY SPEAKING.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 18 Apr 2005 04:03:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ tafe is fucking fun.<br />
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I love it. Today, the english teacher  Cathy called my friend, because they  had a disagreement and my friend walked  out. Nobody knew who it was, but my  friend had a look of horror on her  face. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/fear.gif" width="18" height="18" alt=":fear:" title="Fear" /> So, my friend and I started  shouting all these really... weird  things, and making weird noises. I  remember my friend going on about 'Anal  probing' <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /> Then we FINALLY realised that  what she mouthed to us was "ITS  CATHY!!"<br />
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So for the next 2 hours we were  laughing about it. Laughing so much, my  throat hurt. We had an 'informal' (i  hope so nick!) test in film and tv, so  my friend and I kinda copied. Today was  funny. I'm writing my 'Pinocchio' film  review right now though! I'm doing most  of the layout and stuff. Its weird.  I've never actually in my entire  life... paid this much attention to my  assignments and OFFERED to do the  majority of it.. Something weird is  happening. And I don't like it!  Actually, seems cool. <br />
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We were looking at uni courses today.  I'm looking at journalism, still, of  course.. but I've got kinda an interest  in criminalogy. I think I spelt that  wrong. In study of society, we have to  interview a psychologist.. So that  kinda got my interest, A LOT. A 10  minute oral on an area of Psychology,  I'm gonna do forensic! Heh, so I've  gotta find a forensic psychologist  somewhere. I dunno.<br />
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Short entry today. <br />
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<sub>Lets finish it off with a Lynton quote.<br />
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elissa_ "Yesterday morning when I  arrived at work you were, uh...  characteristically exuberant." says:<br />
I can see you through my window. I'm  looking at you all the way from Alaska   <br />
random court executioner: *executes  nathan jackson* says:<br />
me too honey </sub><br />
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If you didn't know, I'm the first one.  I love lynton. He fucking rocks. I  remember saying 'I'M LOOKING AT YOU  THROUGH MY ALASKAN WINDOWS!!' and he  said 'realy' I never stopped laughing. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>i havent updated in a while</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 04 Apr 2005 04:02:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, a while is 19 days <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /> I'm so lazy.  Artwise. *cough*<br />
OMG. The nightwish concert was last  week. I love nightwish. Corey is  sending me all the songs and Nightwish  videos, like their dvd and stuff. I  think anyway. Hooooray! I'm a geek I  know. <br />
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I started tafe today. 'twas so good.  For Film and TV I have to make a 1-3  minute movie on a Hollywood genre,  basically anything pre-1960, anything  that doesn't spur from special effects  right now.. Um, thats right isn't it  Nick? I dunno. The stupid bitch teacher  is confusing. We were flicking this  tazo thingy at her today, and she  turned around as it hit the board and  screeched "WHO DID THAT!? THAT WAS  CHILDISH!! BLAH BLAH BLAH!" <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/g/giggle.gif" width="17" height="15" alt=":giggle:" title="Giggle" /> So.  fucking. funny.<br />
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So, I have some ideas. At first I had  the idea of a card game, so, it would  be thriller genre, and having people  cheating and stuff like that. I could  do cool camera angles, and shadows over  the 'villians' faces. But then I got to  thinking.. Its so cliche. Well, i don't  know if thats the word, but the first  thing that I think when I see a poker  game is that "Well no shit someones  going to be cheating." So, maybe not.  I've been watching the X-Files, as per  usual! <br />
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Um. The episode 'All things' really  stood out to me. Not just because of my  Gillian Anderson fascination (hey, she  wrote and directed it.. talent,  anyone?)... I even listened to the  commentry! Directly after watching the  episode, isn't that tragic? Well for  those who haven't seen it, basically  its about her finding her footing in  life. Theres this one scene where shes  walking on the street, and cars,  people, and various other things are  just all around her.. It goes into slow  motion, and this moby song plays. Well,  "this moby song plays" can't quite live  up to the fittingness of the song  within the few scenes that its played  in, but yeah. <br />
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I can't explain it. I was just thinking  of having someone, most likely a girl,  and just "following" her and having  monologues, kinda voice over though,  while shes doing something like...  looking at herself in a mirror, or even  walking on the street. I SO DIDN'T  STEAL THAT FROM 'ALL THINGS!' Well the  teacher won't know. So I have a few  ideas for that, but it has to have a  storyline.. Yeah, we have to write the  script. Baaaaaaaaah! Actually I'll  enjoy that, I know... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> So I have to  work on that. I need ideas though!<br />
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I have to catch up on stuff from last  term. Heh, my English teacher is a  stupid crazy bitch. Her eyes look like  two huge freakin' marbles.. on fire.  Its weird. I mean. Shes so nice. Its  whats inside that couts. OK AND WHAT  HAS BEEN ON MY MIND SINCE THE FIRST  MINUTE I GOT THERE.. Well, not the  first minute <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" /> maybe the car trip there!  Guys. Co ed is so different. There are  some really nice guys there. Nick if  you're reading this, fuck off and read  someone elses journal! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=P" title="=P (Razz)" /> Theres one guy  whos really cute. Hes nice. Then this  other hot guy but he seems all moody.  So I'm like.. ok then.<br />
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Um. Yeah. I met up with some chicks  during the first period, and we decided  to go "walking". We went and got food.  It was weird though, and kinda  uncomfortable. I don't care how much it  hurts to have sex, nor do I care about  walking in on your friend giving head  to some dude. Blah. It was so humerous.  I met some other people, and it was  weird.. we just kind of clicked. My  drama class would have about 10 people,  ITS SO GREAT!! Heh.. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /> I sound stupid.  But its fun. I'm really enjoying tafe.<br />
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But I miss everyone from ritas. This  won't turn into a little  guilt-trip-mopey-entry... I PROMISE!  Blah. Tafe is good. But its not as  though I've forgotten about you all, I  never will, kay? And I've been all  distant, I know, but we've had fun. I  want to have a huge get together with  everyone. I can force you all to watch  X-Files, and you can help me clean my  room, KAY!?!? Then we can put chinese  food in peoples letterboxes! Er. Well,  maybe not, ignore that <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" /><br />
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Here we go. *BREAAAAAAATHE* Every time  at work, theres this promo ad that has  the song .... "We're on the highway to  hell....face" I laugh to myself every... ]]></description>
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                <title>my ass hurts.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 14 Mar 2005 09:03:48 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Blahh I can barely keep my eyes open,  but all of a sudden looked at my dA  page and decided it was time for a new  journal.. So, hip hip hooray.<br />
Oh, and my ass hurts.. why? I'm sitting  on a chair in the kitchen, with the  laptop on my lap, and its really not  comfortable. Therefore, my ass hurts.<br />
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I keep seeing and hearing things. I  started to watch the grudge, and it was  so... hilarious. I'm going to put on  noodles. Hold on... Okay. I turned the  kitchen fan on and jumped up and  touched it. It was a milestone in my  quest for........ knowledge. I always  manage to cook noodles too much, it  sucks.<br />
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I have been... school-less for 2 weeks!  Well, more than that. 'cos todays  Tuesday. I haven't cleaned out my  locker, and I'm worried about what I  have left lying there. I'm thinking  that one of the books I have there is  the one that Tori and I used to draw  pictures of each other during spare.  Oh, blah. I really need to find out  what to do with myself. I was meant to  go to a career counselling thing last  week, but it ended up being a  counselling session. Stupid evil lying  mother. I really don't know what to do! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> <br />
I don't wanna get my books.<br />
Maybe my mum will do it for me. How  cruel to think. I honestly don't wanna  go up there myself. Especially since my  locker is in the spare classroom, so  there goes my attempt at cooking 2  minute noodles in actually... 2  minutes. No, really, I don't want to  see anyone. Jenny is coming over  Wednesday morning! I don't know what  time, but she'll have to be gone by the  arvo because I have to work. <br />
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I haven't submitted anything because I  haven't felt like it. Ive written  things but I don't want to put my name  to it and post it here. Maybe I'll put  it in my scraps, I don't know. Bah. I  really need some extra money. There is  so much stuff I need to get.<br />
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Umm. Ticket for nightwish concert  (...I'm not missing it) $200 or  something simliar to pay off, furniture  for my room! (though my parents said  they'd pay for it, i'd feel bad because  they just bought me a desk and a  sofabed.. plus wiped a $300 debt i owed  them) errm, I want to buy the expansion  for sims 2: university..<br />
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Yup. Im such a geek. I'd also like to  save up for a better camera, mines not  horrible now, but its not completley  mine. And now, more than ever, I want  to buy a ton of CDs. Hmm, Nightwish is  $45 for general admission, which isn't  too bad. These noodles taste really  nice. I know I should really go to bed,  but I haven't had my X Files fix. I'll  admit it, again, I'm a geek. But I  don't care. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
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My brain hurts and I want to eat the  mango icecream in the freezer, but I'm  so lazy. Blah. I'm on bducommunity.com  and am digging up threads from a  gazillion years ago. What a joyous  occasion. I can't spell.<br />
<br />
So. I'm going to go to bed@ Ok I  seriously don't remember typing that. I  looked at a few other pages then came  back here and honestly didn't recall  typing it. Anyway, I'm really going. I  have to assemble my sofabed, and, yes,  tidy my room.<br />
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FUCK. I hate dollar tuesdays at work. I  feel like murdering every second  customer. Okay, make that every  cutomer. Blah. Stupid fewlish people.  Daniel. Get a job. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/y/yawn.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":yawn:" title="Yawn" /> < Is that even a  thingy?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>rant. my cat ran away.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 05 Mar 2005 00:12:31 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I haven't been to school in awhile and  its okay.<br />
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I guess the only person who I can say  thanks to is the only person who  actually bothered to "contact" me in  the pretty much 7+ days I've been  there. Sure, the times I've been online  someone can tell me how much shit I am  going to be in, but its pathetic,  really, being told over msn when people  can't face you. I think so anyway. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
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I can't point fingers, simply because  the certain people who read this know  who they are. I'm sick of petty  fighting. I couldn't care less if you  read this and think about how much a  whiney, mopey bitch I am, because you  don't know half of it.. And the fact  that only one person can be bothered to  at least say hi... I find kind of  pathetic, too. Hey, someone in my group  who I barely know had 3 days off and I  was the only one willing to get in  contact with her. Heh.<br />
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I just have to find something to do  with myself.<br />
<br />
Oh.. And I don't care about Greenday.  Well, yeah I do, but I have better  stuff to do like sit at home and take  pictures of my evil cats, and ... do  nothing. So, hey, getting kinda ditched  for that I shouldn't care much for.  Sure, again, may I say... I don't care  what you make of this, but I think I'm  entitled to something.<br />
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Bah. My cat ran away. Aisha. The little  evil one sitting down. I've had her for  9 years and she the mum of Fluffy, the  evil one with her mouth open <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /> Kay,  they're not exactly evil, but I think  they hate me. Waa, Aisha <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" /><br />
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<img src="http://www.pictureposter.allbrand.nu/pictures/elissa/evilcat.jpg" alt="Image My cats are evil." /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~BeautifulScar</author>
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                <title>heh....eh.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 27 Feb 2005 21:30:04 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub> i'm not at home.<br />
I haven't been to school in 2 days, 3  today.<br />
<br />
i don't know what to do with myself  anymore, heh! Yeah. I don't have much  to write. dA has gotten abit of  neglection from me. Neglection..  Probably not even a word.<br />
<br />
I looked at my gallery and I hate it. I  might take it down, but I don't know. <br />
<br />
Anywho. I will be lurking. And trying  to sort things out. Actually, I can't  do that. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" /> But oh well. What I have just  written makes absolutely no sense. I  just wanted to update my page and say  that YES I have moved house. And  already my brother has fucked up my  door so that it doesn't shut nor does  it lock.<br />
Fuck that. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br />
<br />
Blah. My old house, my door, it didn't  shut properly either. My brother will  probably get away with messing up my  door too. Just like he gets away with  everything. Stupid fuck. Avril just  came on my ipod. Never could this be a  more joyful time for me. :\ Why do I  always get songs that are actually  different to their titles? Grr!<br />
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My parents are so hypocritical, and  everything that my mum says contradicts  .. pretty much everything else that she  says, so its.. great, and confusing.  Stupid confusing journal entry. I need  to, um, find a place. Yeah.<br />
<br />
Yay for evasiveness.<br />
I deserve a ranty journal. I haven't  had one in awhile and its about time.  So bask in my rantishness!<br />
<br />
 i need a hug. </sub><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~BeautifulScar</author>
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                <title>moving</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 15 Feb 2005 15:09:52 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub> I move tomorrow.<br />
<br />
Yeah. Hopefully I will have the  internet when I move houses, I've had  no computer or internet for awhile.  heh.<br />
<br />
i've been designing my new room and its  cool. I guess. I want to have fluro  green walls, with black and white  furniture. I need to get a black and  white doona, green sheets, a white rug,  a black couch.... plus other stuff. I  have heaps of posters etc. to put up  and buy online and stuff. I get to  paint my room myself, wee!<br />
<br />
How exciting. I'm so sick; it sucks. I  can barely talk <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /> kind of funny, in a  way. <br />
<br />
Well I'm going to lurk. Then go home.  Pack the rest of my room up. Then watch  the xfiles. No, actually I have to  vacuum my room. I hate vacuuming, its  evil <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> oh! What else is new... um I'm  being stalked by this guy; it's so fun,  and he won't leave me alone. ah well.<br />
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Ah... HIIIIIII DIANE!! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> we will talk.  soon. okay my little sugarpuff? <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lmao.gif" width="19" height="21" alt=":lmao:" title="Laughing my ass off!" /> </sub><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~BeautifulScar</author>
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                <title>itunes, anyone?</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 02 Feb 2005 04:40:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I just have a question... I've done it  before, I just can't be fucked to learn  how to do it again. I dunno. Maybe I  dreamed that I did, and I realy didn't.  Anywho.<br />
<br />
I want to import some stuff into  itunes, but I can't remember how to  search for them, instead of manually  importing them one by one, or selecting  and dragging.<br />
<br />
Yeah, I'm stupid and lazy and will  probably work it out later on tonight <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" /><br />
<br />
i'm in year 11 now... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/fear.gif" width="18" height="18" alt=":fear:" title="Fear" /> it's, different.<br />
I missed the first 4 days of school, so  by the time I went back yesterday I was  so confused, and I don't think any of  the teachers noticed I was there <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /> <br />
I'm getting the hang on stuff now, on  my second day <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nod.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":nod:" title="Nod" /><br />
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Heaps of homework.. It's so fun. I'm  handling it well though.. well, I've  done it both days in a row, and I can  never be fucked to do it, so I'm like..  okk.<br />
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I don't get online so much anymore.  Probably because my brother leaves my  computer on and its always slow because  its never turned off. heh. And people  are being complete asses. Well,  tonight... anywho, but its not the  first time <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=P" title="=P (Razz)" /> Oh well I'm over it.<br />
<br />
I'm really tired.. school is tireing, I  don't get enough sleep methinks. oh  well.<br />
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I'll be back.. whenever.<br />
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I love buffy and the xfiles *sigh* I'm  a geek.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>thus comes my lack of submissions</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 28 Jan 2005 22:02:51 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub> yeah.<br />
<br />
my fuck of a brother has deleted  everything on my computer. And this  time I mean absofuckinglutely  everything. (Yeah I made up a new word,  I'm so proud) <br />
<br />
A few weeks ago when he did it, I lost  all my photography and stuff I've  written along with a whole heap of  other stuff; personal stuff, pfft. I  was already fucking pissed off. Now I  can open my my documents and have  nothing there. I've lost all my music;  fuck that, i had a fucking ton of  songs.. i'm almost done paying off my  ipod.. All my snes/nintendo games and  emulators, I had a collection of about  150+.. All my pics, theres 300+  there... <br />
heh. Plus a ton of other stuff, like  random text documents.. my livejournal  stuff; coding and graphics, plus a ton  of avatars and signatures that i've  done up for forums. <br />
<br />
and fuck i don't need to go on, because  I'm pissed off enough as it is. i've  started over with new stuff once  before, but i don't know if i have the  patience to do it again. So I doubt I'm  gonna be on dA that much anymore. I  have nothing to submit. Maybe I'll wait  until my subscription has ran out..<br />
I'm not doing this as a little "waa im  gonna leave dA NO WAIT ILL STAY nooo im  going to leave" thing, i genuinly am  fucking pissed off as hell, and don't  know why I should be here if I have  nothing to submit.<br />
heh. I just put borders and stuff on  about 10 photos the other day for  submission; and i had 300+ more to pick  from. <br />
<br />
I don't write anymore.. I can't start  something like that again after all my  stuff has been wiped. Kinda sad, I used  to enjoy it but I don't know. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/shrug.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":shrug:" title="Shrug" /> maybe I  won't take photos anymore.. stupid  thing.. I doubt I'm gonna be on the  internet much anymore too; one thing is  that i can't browse without listening  to music heh, so yeah, there's other  stuff for me .. to do.. somewhere. </sub><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>subscription, again!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jan 2005 02:38:30 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub> It's nice to be subscribed again.. <br />
<br />
Thankyou so much Daniel! ...again. And  here you are apolagising for "its only  3 months". <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hug.gif" width="38" height="15" alt=":hug:" title="Hug" /><br />
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I got back from my holiday yesterday,  it was boring. I ran out of phone  credit and I vowed not to spend any  money, so I didn't buy anymore.<br />
<br />
Yeah. I'm trying out some new borders  on my photos, and I'm really amazed on  the attention I've gotten from some of  them. I mean, really amazed.. I don't  deserve it. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blankstare.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":|" title=":| (Blank Stare)" /><br />
I cbf to write anymore. I'm saving up  to either buy a $600 axe from overseas <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" />  or a kitten, a new phone, or saving up  to move out. I really don't know.<br />
<br />
BEING BITTER SUCKS.<br />
speaking of bitter.<br />
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THE END. </sub><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>'the talk'</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 07 Jan 2005 22:36:59 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub> I got 'the talk' at work yesterday.  No, not the sex talk; hell if I'm going  to listen to some lady just, yeah. It  was just about my attitude toward work,  I mean, what the hell? I feel bad  bitching about it 'cos the lady was  really nice and not mean, but I don't  think I deserve it.<br />
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Most days in the last week or so I have  put in so much fucking work, you'd have  no idea. How can someone have the nerve  to tell me about my attitude and how I  don't do things, when I have carried  the load of a few shifts because of a  few certain people who do shit all.. ?  I didn't want to cry, but I thought it  was unfair. I ended up talking to  thingy about my problem with 2 of the  girls there; For some reason I was  getting kinda upset, for pretty much no  reason, but I got it out, and I feel  better! I swapped shifts with one of  the girls, except someone fucked the  rosters up, so I worked 3-8 and this  other chick worked 5-8 or something  like that. About half an hour after she  got there she sat down. <br />
<br />
Fucking bitch! I didn't say anything to  her because its not my place, but <strong> I'M </strong>  the one getting 'the talk' about my  attitude, when she does that. She  bosses me around, she does nothing, her  and the other chick ignore me, it just  kind of hurts when I'm pretty sure I've  done nothing wrong to either of them. I  try and be nice. I feel that its kind  of gone to a personal level- They just  ignore me because they dislike me,  nothing to do with work at all, that's  what I feel anyway. ¬_¬<br />
<br />
So, I think they're both gonna get in  trouble, well my manager talked to one  of them last night. <br />
<br />
I don't want to go to work now. I start  at 5, and gaaaaah. It's too hot. I'm  too tired, and I am going away and I'm  trying to get out of it! It's not like  they can pack me in my own suitcase and  shove me out the door, because to hell  with that. The only thing that would  mebbe make me want to go, is if I got  an adapter thing for my ipod so I can  listen to music through the car  speakers. It's a 3-4 hour drive. We  went there last year, but it was good  because I met up with my friend for a  few days because she was down there  too.<br />
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I hate my family and I can't live  without the internet because I am sad  and have no life. Maybe I should take  my mums laptop down.. hm. Thats quite  sad and OOOOOH a message, yeah, I  dunno. It will just suck. My family  sucks. My little sister is scared of  me, I'm not kidding <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" /> It's kinda  hilarious.<br />
<br />
I've gotten in contact with a few guys  in the last few days, well, actually,  gotten numbers off people. Tell me; do  you think its bad to hook up with  someones brother? She said she doesn't  care, and I believe her, and shes been  a bitch to me, so hrrrm. And her  brother was like messaging me, even  though I've never spoken to him.<br />
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<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/shrug.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":shrug:" title="Shrug" /> </sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>The new year, eh</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 02 Jan 2005 02:49:23 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub> Yeah, isn't it fun. NYE was quite fun.  I worked 9-5 then stayed at home  because I didn't feel up to it.. by  10pm I was sneezing and coughing and  had the worst headache- it hurt to  just.. sit, un-moving.<br />
<br />
I was really bored. I had absolutely  nothing to do, so I pierced my ears <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />  There's a picture in my webcam photo on  my page, not very clear, but hey. It  kind of hurts now- not because I did it  wrong, well I don't think, but it took  me about 2 hours to do it. So, that's  what- 2 hours of pushing needles  through your ears? One hour on each ear  approximately? It just kinda hurts now.  It's not that I wouldn't be allowed to  get it done, my parents wouldn't have  minded, but I was just bored, and felt  like doing something fun to start the  year off. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /><br />
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I've decided that if it still hurts  after awhile, I'll take it out- if it  gets infected or anything then I'll  take it out straight away.. I don't  think its the me-doing-it-myself that  made it hurt, well, actually yeah that,  but its more that it hurt like hell  shoving the needle through, I did the  needle first, then I had to kind of  push the needle through. I've pierced a  friends ears before, and it was pretty  quick- 10 minutes max, it was just that  I could SEE where the needle was going,  and I had no idea how much pain she was  in so I did it quickly.. But, yeah. My  parents haven't even noticed yet.. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lmao.gif" width="19" height="21" alt=":lmao:" title="Laughing my ass off!" />  Anyways.<br />
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I'm going away on the 9th for a week,  and I don't really want to go. It will  suck. Its a 3-4 hour drive <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" /> to get to  where we're going in NSW, but I'll have  my ipod at least, and mebbe I can get  something to read, or. something. Haha  I'm trying to call my friend and it  hurts to be on the phone <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/shrug.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":shrug:" title="Shrug" /> <br />
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Maybe I'll take some photos on my  holiday, because I've gotten my best  ever shots there- look in my gallery,  it's like all the beach stuff- with the  really blue oceans, and the rocks and  stuff during the day.<br />
<br />
Nightwish concert- march.. Pity I don't  speak Finnish so I can't sing along to  at least one of the songs,  "Kuolema  Tekee Taiteilijan" but it sounds nice  so I will just sing gibberish English  along to it <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> I dunno if I'm gonna go by  myself or what. I wish I could go to  Sydney for it, I know I'd have some  people there to go with, such as  Sarah.. I doubt it though.<br />
So, new years resolutions, pfffffffft!  Can't be bothered. It's my little  sisters birthday today, she's 5.<br />
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Hope my ears end up being ok, aaah!</sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>Phantom of the Opera movie--FUCK.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 26 Dec 2004 20:19:46 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub> Well, i just saw the movie..<br />
<br />
it's by far the best movie i've ever  seen in my life. I've never had a  favourite movie, I'm too picky about  things, but this was so perfect. For  those who have seen the movie, then  read on, but if you haven't then don't  worry, I won't spoil it don't worry..  but hopefully it will inspire you to  see it.<br />
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- Christine was played BEAUTIFULLY. She  wasn't as I expected her to be; there  was the other blonde girl who i thought  would be Christine, but wasn't. She  actually had curly dark brown hair, and  was so emotional... i really felt like  she WAS Christine, lame as it sounds. I  don't know if shes been nominated for  any awards ; i know the movies been  nominated for some stuff, but she is  simply BRILLIANT. <br />
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- I got the soundtrack for christmas, I  listened to it and it was okay. I mean,  it was good, don't get me wrong,  because I'm a huge Phantom fan- but  seeing the movie, and listening to the  CD in the car on the way home... the  music had so much more feeling to it. I  can say the soundtrack didn't sound so  amazing to me, but knowing that there  are actions and faces to the words  really ADDS to it.<br />
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- The sets were so brilliantly done..  The Phantom's little lair was so  beautiful, i mean SO beautiful. The  chandelier (i can't spell it) was  really beautiful. The costumes were  AMAZING. I guess you COULD compare it  to moulin rouge, in a way that the sets  and costumes and singing, etc. were so  well done, but i'd have to say that  Phantom is so much more indepth. Yes, i  enjoyed moulin rouge quite abit, but I  think I prefer phantom simply because  its more classic, and the story has  come from something written years ago  that has been transformed into actual  live performances, which I surely want  to go and see..<br />
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- It wasn't confusing. Sure, I know the  story-- but every phantom movie I've  seen has had some little twist, but a  friend of mine who I saw it with, has  now seen it 2x two days in a row, for  the first time, and she was awed by it  (i'm pretty sure <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" />) and thought it  wasn't confusing. Some movies just piss  me off because you have to think while  watching it.. but Phantom you can just  sort of be sucked into the beauty of  it, and not have to worry about  thinking during the music and stuff.<br />
<br />
Yes, I've read a couple of reviews that  didn't portray Phantom so greatly..  mainly because it takes them ages to  get out stuff that could have been said  in about 30 seconds, but instead they  sung it. That is the point! It took  Christine quite awhile to explain what  the Phantom's underground lair was  like, when she could have simply said  'dark.' But that's the entire point!  The score has been designed to be long,  some songs go for 8 minutes. But NEVER,  NEVER and i mean NEVER did I feel bored  or distracted. Okay, near the end of  the movie I needed to go to the  bathroom.. really badly, but I really  couldn't tear myself away.<br />
<br />
People would have issues with the  length, sure, but I think its just over  two hours, or around two hours? I  wasn't timing it.. but I'd go back and  see it again now. I loved it. I'm  seeing it again with my family and  again with a friend in the next week or  so, so I don't see any reasons why I  couldn't go again. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
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The phantom was hot!! <br />
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------- IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE MOVIE  THEN DON'T READ ON -----<br />
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When he took his mask off though, I was  like.. hoooooly shit. I think that kind  of was a downside to it, one of the  only ones that I can think of in the  entire thing.. I think that he should  have just put it back on. But I DO  GUESS it was fitting. As the song says,  "past the point of no return..." it's  just saying that Christine has gone  this far, and she's come to know the  Phantom's real... "him" and she can't  just walk away from that... even though  she kind of did, it's still pretty  cool. His face was.. blah, and I did  feel sorry for him. Especially at the  end, when we went back into the future,  and R put the monkey music box on  Christine's grave-- only to see the  phantom's gesture, the rose, sitting  there..<br />
<br />
That was kinda touching, I think, to  know that hes still there, and decades  after Christine walked away from him,  he still thinks about her. So, yeah. I  had to try not to cry <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" /><br />
I feel like I'm writing a review, so  I'm going to shut up.<br />
But the movie is so good <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> It's my new  obsession- i've loved phantom for... ]]></description>
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                <title>stuff.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 Dec 2004 03:11:55 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub> David Boreanaz is so hot, fuck! I used  to like him abit, but its only lately  that I've really come to drool for  hours over him.<br />
<br />
So, yes. If you don't know who he is,  then you suck. I can't think of  anything to write, so yes. Today was  christmas and I didn't enjoy it really,  but merry christmas to everyone.<br />
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... I'll think of something to write  later. </sub> ]]></description>
                <author>~BeautifulScar</author>
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                <title>is this unnatural?</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2004 02:38:59 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ am i a horrible person for imagining  and hoping that someone dies? <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/shrug.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":shrug:" title="Shrug" /><br />
<br />
no, i don't think so. i'm pretty happy  with my insane thoughts.<br />
i hate my brother.<br />
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mmm, buffy. ]]></description>
                <author>~BeautifulScar</author>
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                <title>I WANT TO FUCKING KILL MY BROTHER.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 18 Dec 2004 03:22:23 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ he deleted all the shit on my  computer... found some of it in the  recycle bin though. Half of my music,  lyrics, pictures, documents, poems, and  all the shit that I saved in kind of a  'special' folder is all gone.<br />
<br />
I have to rebuild my entire playlist  again. I'm pissed that I lost all this  stuff that I've written. You can  download music again, but you can't  rewrite shit. Now, I can't even  remember half the shit that was in that  folder, it was just where I saved..  everything. fuck. I can't believe he  would do this. Actually, it doesn't  come as a suprise to me. He always does  random shit for NO reason. No reason.  Hes deleted stuff before, but now hes  really got me. The music I guess I  don't care about - well shit yes of  course I care, but it can be  re-downloaded, eurgh, and I can........  slowly rebuild my entire fucking  playlist. argh.<br />
<br />
i have to go to work. I turned up at  work the other day looking really bad  'cos I'd been crying. because of my  brother. I hate him. These holidays are  perfect but hes such a dick. fuck.<br />
He did it all from his computer, too.  Which meant he would have had a nice  little look through my files. No, I  don't have a huge folder on my desktop  titled "PLZ DONT LOOK THRU THIS". I  hide my shit. Well. So I think.<br />
stupid fucking bitch. i want to kill  him.<br />
fuck i hate him.<br />
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---------------------------------------- ----------------------------------<br />
<br />
so, i system restored. I got my  playlist back. Hooray. None of my  documents are there. The folders are  there, nothing inside though. No  photographs, either. Approximately 650  photo's ... there's something wrong.  The deleting thing has happened before,  and system restore has fixed it.<br />
stupid thing. My music is all there,  but photos and other shit isnt ]]></description>
                <author>~BeautifulScar</author>
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                <title>smurfs</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 14 Dec 2004 05:54:43 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ mel is leaving tomorrow. I worked today  and yesterday, and I didn't work out a  time when I could see her before she  left. I just didn't know what was going  on. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> I really don't want the last time  that I saw her to be just going to the  movies and doing abit of other random  crap. I though I'd have seen her again  since then. But I guess not. heh. Shes  not at her house at the moment, well  she won't be there tomorrow either,  duh. <br />
<br />
I'd rock up to where shes staying IF I  ONLY KNEW WHERE SHE WAS. I'll call her  tomorrow. I really don't want to cry  over the phone, though. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" /> FUCK I was  going to write her a letter and give it  to her, but again, I lost track of  time. I could email it to her, blah, it  would probably be too late tomorrow to  see her, especially if shes leaving. I  have nooooooo idea what time it is.  I'll call her early in the morning.  This is like talking to myself. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> fun.<br />
<br />
Well, yeah. I want to go to a buffy  convention in January.. YES,  CONVENTIONS ARE JUST ABOUT THE GEEKIEST  THING YOU CAN DO... But geekdom is a  fun career to pursue, so joy for that.  It's in Sydney. I've been offered a  place to stay with Daniel, and I don't  think my parents have a problem with  that, 'cos mum knows his mum. The only  trouble is that we move into our new  house one day after the convention..  and I wanted to spend about a week in  Sydney. Also, I forgot what I was going  to say. Oh yeah, school goes back  around that time. So, gah. Stupid time  and stuff. Iyari Limon (Kennedy) and  the people who play Clem and Harmony  are going to the convention. I'm  probably MOST itching on seeing Iyari,  err.. actually.. they've all been  pretty big parts of Buffy. The good  conventions were on years ago. Amber  Benson, Eliza Dushku, Emma Caufield,  Nicholas Brendan... they have all at  least been to one, so damnit. I guess I  will be really hyped at seeing the  Harmony chick, I'm pretty sure her  names Mercedes.. <br />
<br />
It will be like.. wow, they've been on  Buffy. Wow, they've been in the same  room as Eliza Dushku. Wow, Iyari has  made out with Alyson Hannigan. Hey, he  worked with SMG. I dunnnnnno. Well,  anyway I'd go with Daniel.<br />
<br />
MY VIDEO CARD IS PISSING ME OFF. I need  to update it, cos I bought the sims 2..  another extent of my geekiness, so I"m  downloading currently the latest update  to it.. its taken over an hour.. almost  2- it's half done. So hopefully I can  get the game working. Or $90 down the  drain until I work out how to fix it.  I've bought other games that haven't  worked. GTA, Tony Hawks.. so screwy. If  it doesn't fix itself with the new  drivers or whatever thing, I dont want  to put it in to get fixed, but I'll  have to.<br />
<br />
Sarah is in England. Justine is in  Germany. I'm in Australia. Hey, isn't  it fun. ]]></description>
                <author>~BeautifulScar</author>
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                <title>i'm feeling slightly stupid.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 06 Dec 2004 02:36:05 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i got my junior certificate -- SHIT. I  didn't realise I was going so badly! I  guess it doesn't matter so much, but oh  well.. How bad is a limited  achievement? <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> <br />
<br />
I got 2 high achievements, fuck that. I  got one for drama and I don't know how  I managed that. I realise that H.A  isn't a brilliant mark, but I hate  drama now. Mostly, hate the teacher. I  wish I'd pursued drama, it's been my  life for 8 years. Before that it was  dancing, and I loved the stage. I did  dancing for 10 years, I started when I  was 4. It's kinda.. infact really sad,  I find it, that I've stopped Drama. I  used to love acting, I don't know what  happened. I still, deep down (sounds  lame eh) like it, but for some reason I  don't think its acceptable for me to  like it? Its hard for me to say this,  but I can realise that I did have a  talent with drama, even if it was the  tiniest talent, I could feel great  doing it and the awards/recognition  etc. I got from some of the stuff I did  was great. 'The Sleepover Club' -  however lame that TV show was, it was  great to be a part of it. It meant time  off school too. The Weetbix ads were  good to be in too, I gues, I miss  that.. So much. But it feels kinda too  late to do something about it anymore.<br />
<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/shrug.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":shrug:" title="Shrug" /><br />
<br />
My marks-blah. I always end up in tears  after looking at my marks from my  report card, or this year my junior  certificate. Stupid thing. This is  going to be another ranty entry, yeah.  I can say I'm stupid, but I sure hope  I'm not. I wish I could be bothered to  put in the motivation and try. Heh, I  haven't cried in ages. This marks thing  IS my fault, I can't blame it on  motivation issues or whatever. And I  feel horrible. A good friend's dad of  mine has cancer, another friend's dad  has a stroke, and someone has cancer  and is in a coma and I'm getting worked  up over my stupid marks.<br />
<br />
I don't know what to do about school  next year. Maybe I'll go for a bit then  kinda decide? I'd love to do an  apprenticeship- I don't know what in,  but ... 5 days of school seems oh where  was I-- phone call.. um.. blah I hate  when people call you when you've been  crying. Its like... hi. lol. Kind of  not funny. <br />
I've just discovered NIN.. they're  good.<br />
<br />
This schoolwork thing is my fault, it  is, I've been bitching about it for  like 2 years, blah! I love blowing  bubbles through my straw. Wee. FUNNIEST  THING HAPPENED YESTERDAY. It was my  grandfathers 80th b'day thing, and I  just finished work so my brother took  me there.. We said hi and stuff, then  we were being introduced to this Asian  lady-- She looked at my brother for a  bit,  then goes "You have very nice  eyebrows!" We were like.. what the  fuck. But yes, people are weird. It's  hilarious.<br />
<br />
Work is blah! Blah, I say. I'm soooooo  tired. I thought I was doing stuff  right, but obviously not. I didn't  realise that I sucked so much at work,  either. I expect that EVERYTHING I do,  someone to turn around and say "You're  wrong. Don't do that. Haven't you been  taught otherwise?" Um, no.. I don't go  against everyone to piss them off. I'm  just slow. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/i/imslow.gif" width="19" height="19" alt=":slow:" title="Slow" /> I kinda am. No wonder I'm  probably going to get fired, heh. Fun.  I want to do something.. like, someone  have a party.. or invite me somewhere. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/m/mad.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":X" title=":X (Mad)" />  I'm bored. Now back to my immaturity on  msn with Lara and Mel..<br />
<br />
elissa_the vision quest consists of me  driving them to the desert, doing the  hokey pokey until a spooky Rasta-mama  slayer arrives says:<br />
HOW FUCKING HILARIOUS<br />
. . : l a r a : . . says:<br />
i reckon<br />
elissa_the vision quest consists of me  driving them to the desert, doing the  hokey pokey until a spooky Rasta-mama  slayer arrives says:<br />
WE ALL WEAR BRAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
. . : l a r a : . . says:<br />
wow, really<br />
elissa_the vision quest consists of me  driving them to the desert, doing the  hokey pokey until a spooky Rasta-mama  slayer arrives says:<br />
no i lied.<br />
. . : l a r a : . . says:<br />
u wouldnt think 16 and 15 year old  girls would!<br />
<br />
ok so our convo's are usually more  obscene, but I'm having fun here leave  me. I'm going to the meet on Sunday, so  wee.<br />
<br />
Thankyou for participating in our bra  survey. Bras are sexxxxxxxxxxxual. -  Lara's words. ]]></description>
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                <title>in Sunnydale, California.. *sigh*</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 03 Dec 2004 08:49:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've successfully convinced myself that  Buffy is real... Well, I've thought  that for a while, but do you ever think  that I could ever become too obsessed?  I don't know.<br />
<br />
I'm in a really great mood. It's 2:22  in the morning, and I feel really  great. My super super super mega  huuuuuge slurpie has melted, and  looking into it I see.... red, clear,  pink and yellow. Simply delicious.  Yeah, I'm in a really great mood, I've  just been watching Buffy, heh,  obsession overload. Whenever I'm in a  bad mood, nothing can calm me down.. I  mean, hey I love music, but what I  listen to isn't always good for me. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" />  but Buffy is the only thing that can  make me feel great. It's like.. this  little great (and i realise bordering  on unhealthy) outlet for me, which I  guess, COULD be considered healthy. I  don't watch TV at all. We have 3 TV's,  and I'm pretty much using our main one  a ton. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=P" title="=P (Razz)" /> Whether its playing my xbox or  watching Buffy (Angel too now, bought  some dvd's of that) I'm like.. a TV  hogger. I can't wait till I buy my own  TV though..<br />
<br />
We sold our house a while ago, I dunno  a few months or something, to some  developer dudes. Yeah, apparently 2 and  a half acre land is scarce or something  in my area, well, yeah. I don't know. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/shrug.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":shrug:" title="Shrug" />  We've found a house, and my parents put  an offer on it tonight.. Well,  yesterday even. We find out this  morning whether they accepted it or  not.. But my parents offered about 50  grand less than they actually want to  pay, so if they don't accept it, then  meh. The house isn't too far from where  we're living now, so wee. I've only  seen the outside, and the outside isn't  that nice.. lol. They recently  renovated it inside, so even though I  haven't seen it, it's "apparently"  really really nice. So if we get it  we're gonna do up the outside.. It has  like a pool and a tennis court.. I'm  sorry, I'm kinda excited. We've only  moved once, so yay.<br />
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I'm kinda feeling really tired right  now, but want to stay up and watch  Buffy. It's such a security blanket to  me.. Buffy. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/a/aww.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":aww:" title="Aww" /> I  wish that I could knit  it into a blanket and then I can say it  literally is my blanket, but meh,  effort. I could stitch the cases  together to create a plastic.. thing.  Mm, warm. Nice for the winter months.  OR, I could stitch them together, put  it in the freezer, and then just put it  over me, so it'd be really cool. For  the warmer months, aka. right now. When  I mean "cool" i mean temperature cool.  It'd be like swimming, except having a  dvd-case-blanket over you that has been  sadly sitting in a freezer.<br />
<br />
I might watch season 2.. I've been  skipping back and forth between 4,7,5  and 6 quite a bit. I bought some Buffy  books... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/e/embarrassed.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":blush:" title="Blush" /> Which are pretty good. I  understand season 3 so well. That's  where Faith first comes, but it's just  the entire Initiative thing that I  don't quite understand. I've watched  all the episodes.. but some of it just  confuses me. Maybe I shouldn't skip  from season to season. The "Spike  thing" kind of just blah's away at me.  Sometimes I can't tell whether he's  being sincere or just, a fuck. Oh well.  It's nice that none of my friends like  Buffy.. well, infact one of them does <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" />  but I'm more obsessed. I'm gonna stop  ranting, heh, and just watch Buffy. Or  something.<br />
<br />
I'm tiiiiiiired. ]]></description>
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                <title>friends.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 29 Nov 2004 07:56:12 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm so tired. My head hurts. I've been  watching sex and city, and it's  hilarious. Do you ever shiver when it's  not even cold? I was doing that before,  it's kind of weird. SO- I invited  someone to the movies Wednesday night..  It's weird. I haven't been on a so  called "date" with a guy in a while.  This Daniel thing is just, blah. Don't  want to talk about it. Infact, don't  want to talk to him. Agh.<br />
<br />
I'm stressed. It's holidays. What is  there to be stressed about, you ask?  Everything. I swear. Work stresses me.  I panic when I can't find the correct  covers for porn, I stress because I  think that I'm doing everything wrong.  With everything that I do, I expect to  be pulled up and get a "Hey, you're not  meant to do that." I'm just confused as  to what the hell I'm doing there. Maybe  I'll quit my job. I don't know, I've  been considering it.. and I can't  believe it. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/e/eek.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":o" title=":o (Eek)" /> <br />
<br />
I want to write something. I feel  absolutely shit, and want to write  something childish and angsty. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/floating.gif" width="34" height="15" alt=":floating:" title="Floating" /> Joy.  Nah, I don't know. I haven't written  anything in ages and I'd like to..  though all I'm getting at the moment  are sarcastic little verses about how  much I'd like to kill someone <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/m/meditate.gif" width="29" height="23" alt=":meditation:" title="Ohm... Ohm..." /> phew,  I'm calm. I want to slaughter a few  people at this current moment.. heh,  but I can restrain. BLAH! It's late.  I'm tired. It's 1:53 am. Can't sleep.  Had red sugar overload today. I want to  sleep in. I can too.<br />
<br />
I've been playing the piano today, I  bought the Buffy Once More With Feeling  CD- I already have all the songs, and  the DVD, (well yeah I have all the  Buffy dvds), and also bought the Script  Book to go with the musical.. so I've  spent the night playing the musical on  piano. Hehe, my geekiness is so..  geeky. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bucktooth.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":bucktooth:" title="Bucktooth" /><br />
<br />
Well, I got bored. And ramble-ish, so I  wrote something.. It's just for the  friends on here. So apolagise to my  friends not on dA. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/shrug.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":shrug:" title="Shrug" /> It got kind of  dodgy at the end, I'm sorry, but I died  .. of tiredness. Have fun. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/p/popcorn.gif" width="25" height="35" alt=":popcorn:" title="Popcorn" /><br />
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<strong> -- LARA -- </strong><br />
<br />
-I used to get into SSC early and play  with Mrs. Savage's candles. I'd put  them on your desk, then run away hoping  that the teacher would walk into the  room and you'd get busted. I used to  think how disgusting her candles were,  yet I secretley loved touching them..<br />
-Last year in Science, I asked Mr.  Smith if it was possible to get  electrecuted whilst playing with  powerboards as we had to, and he told  us it was impossible, then next minute  all we hear is "AHH CRAP!" as he was  shocked.<br />
-"Mr. Smith. Why are albino's albino?"  ..and I can't remember why I asked  that, really.<br />
-Just last Friday night, staying at  your house that evening. We poured  water "accidentally" all over your  mum's spring rolls.. we lay on the  ground screaming with laughter. Was  that before or after we cut up the  little McDonalds toys and gave them new  faces/hats/dresses? I think it was  after we made our little Sims house  with people that we hated, and made one  of them in particular burn to a crisp?<br />
-Remember how I pretended to be our  English teacher, and added you to msn  using the email address tom_biner69er?  Upon you going "haha.. not funny" I,  being the English teacher, said "Tom  Biner is a childhood character of whom  I have read many adventures of.." You  were scared, and got a new email  address.<br />
-Yes, you look like Tara from Buffy.  You're gay. Well, on Buffy you are. You  look like her. (so my mum says.)<br />
-I still have that picture of you on my  phone where you look like you have elf  ears.. I bet you still have the ones of  me looking horrible on the bus, and  with the louise headband..<br />
-Remember me mouthing words to you from  the other side of the room. Sometimes  it would be actions. First it would be  the little spider motion.. Then I'd  slowly move it to my legs..  "S-P-I-D-E-R V-E-I-N-S" Gee, what are  those?<br />
-I told you the Drama rooms story,  didn't I? Kim and I would go into the  secret room, and we'd tie an extension  cord to the railing and dangle it over,  and on the end of it would be a walking  stick which we had taken from the Drama  rooms. We'd move it around to make it  knock on the door. Who could forget the  boxes of clothes that we tipped down... ]]></description>
                <author>~BeautifulScar</author>
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                <title>today, quite sad.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 26 Nov 2004 02:21:33 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well. Today was the last day that I  would ever see Sarah and Mel at school.  Mel is moving to Melbourne, and Sarah  to another school.. Sarah was in my PC,  and just about the only one I really  got on with. After our end of year  mass, I came out and saw my friend  crying. I couldn't take it, and started  to cry too.<br />
20 minutes later I was in hysterics,  and my other friend was crying too.  Pretty much everyone stopped crying,  but I couldn't. <br />
I was crying about everything.. Mel  told me she had no film in her camera,  and I was sobbing because "it was so  sad."  she had no film, and I was  crying over that. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blankstare.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":|" title=":| (Blank Stare)" /> I don't know, it was  kind of stupid, but yeah I felt  horrible.<br />
<br />
I think I cried more than Sarah and  Mel, about another 20 minutes later I  was still crying..  i don't mean to  turn this into a 'pity me'  thing, but  it was pretty bad. Not until this year,  have I really openly cried about so  much stuff. I mean, usually it's due to  other people, and this was, yeah. I'm  losing two really good friends of mine,  and I hadn't realised how quickly this  had come. I'm at ~<a href="http://laquanda89.deviantart.com/">laquanda89</a> 's house  at the moment, mehh. Her sister is  having a birthday party, and she has a  few friends over. THEY'RE SINGING  KARAOKE!!!!!!!! AAAAAH!!! My friend  being a really great singer (she got a  CD recorded on the holidays and i  listened to it- it's awesome) hmm yeah.  She hit her head against the wall.  Because, they were so, brilliant at  singing such ... lovely songs.<br />
<br />
Meh, today was probably one of the  saddest days I've had at Rita's, if not  the SADDEST. I did cry more than the  two girls leaving <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /> in a way it was  humerous, because I've never cried so  much in front of people until lately. I  guess I was just scared to, but now I  don't find it so.. hard.. I guess. umm.  It's just so sad I'm not going to see  them both at school. I just didn't  realise that it had come so soon, the  end of year 10. I thought today that I  would be extremley relieved and glad,  but I just wish I could have another  year to spend with them both.  Considering how much I hate school, I'd  do that to spend some more time with  them.. so, that makes me feel selfish,  perhaps doing it just  for them, I  don't know.. But hmmyeah. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> <br />
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I, tonight, found out that two people  have cancer.. One of them is 18, and I  don't really know he personally, but  she's in a coma at the moment. Another  good friend of mine found out that her  father has cancer. All of this stuff  couldn't have come at a worse time. I  just feel awful. Fucking stupid- for  complaining, when other people have it  worse. God. I've had a bit of chocolate  today, and it hasn't even fixed it.. I  still kind of feel miserable over  today, and the cancer thing. I wish  there was something that I could do. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br />
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but.. holidays have started. I've  waited all year for this. I'm not even  excited. I'm not even looking forward  to them. It's not that I don't have  enough to do- it's just that I'm going  to miss everyone. Bah. ]]></description>
                <author>~BeautifulScar</author>
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                <title>You are the best thing since...</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 22 Nov 2004 23:28:18 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ SLICED BREAD!<br />
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don't ask me- I just messaged Sarah and  told her that, for no reason <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /> well, she  practically is. *sigh* Sarah, Sarah  Sarah... is coming to Brisbane.. well,  Toowoomba, infact. She's going to a  faaaaaaaaaaaarm. How fun. She gets to  ride a M0T0RBIK3. She's not allowed on  the computer for awhile.. blah <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> I miss  her. I might be able to see her this  week, though, HOPEFULLY. Meh, actually  I don't know if she'll be allowed...  Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarah <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hug.gif" width="38" height="15" alt=":hug:" title="Hug" /><br />
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Here goes..<br />
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Tell me exactly what am I suposed to do  nowthat i hav eallwoed you to beat me  do you think d that we could pay  another game maybe i coudl win this  time i kin lik the misery you put me  thrugh darling you can trust me  ocmpletley if you eve tyr to look the  other wya i think that i culodlkillt  his time<br />
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HAHAHAHHAHA- My typing skills are  simply PATHETIC. Well, at least I kept  up with the song. I type kind of fast,  I guess. I love that song!  Bahhhhhhhhhhhhaheh. I've been playing  the Sims : Urbz, or whatever it's  called, I'm addicted. It's fun. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/g/giggle.gif" width="17" height="15" alt=":giggle:" title="Giggle" /> I  always make them kiss, or "suck face",  or umm.. strip and dance. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blankstare.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":|" title=":| (Blank Stare)" /> I can't  remember what that ones called, but  it's er- fun? Hmm. I love Fable- on  xbox, it's THE BESTTTTTTTTTTTT GAME.  God am I obsessed... I'd like to buy a  PS2.<br />
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People are driving me insane.  Iiiiiiiiinsane. I'm already insane, so  how much crazier can I get?! So. I  almost called her the other night, I  didn't get a hold of her though, I  needed to find out something. Bah. Oh  well, 'tisn't so important anyway. And  I mean, what the hell? Some certain  person coming up to me and saying  "Sucks to be you".. well I said to her  "Sucks to be you 20x more" ok that was  lame, I know. But, blah, so, I miss 2  days of school (I didn't have to go  today because we're on exam block and I  don't do science- thank god I'm dumb)  and I'm in a hell of alot of trouble?  Why can't I just shut myself off and  pretend it didn't happen.. meh, it  happened last term. Too. Ended with me  in tears in front of the teacher. It's  stupid, I know <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /> but hey! <br />
<br />
Everyone is stressing about english,  and I don't care. I'm really  disappointed with myself that I don't  give a shit anymore, it feels that its  too late to turn around and  "care"  about my schoolwork. I wish I could do  better. It's pathetic writing about it  in my dA journal, but I guess it's what  I really want, deep down, though I'm  not sure if I would admit it. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/shrug.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":shrug:" title="Shrug" /> I wish  someone would kind of think about how  I'd feel before they say things to me.  What if I said it to you- how cut would  you be? Fuck, is nobody considerate?  Ok, so a few people are, but nooooobody  understands. I guess that's my fault,  so I'm sorry. It's probably beacause I  don't want anyone to understand. la  laaaaaa.<br />
<br />
I want to get something pierced. Well,  when I'm 16. Either my tongue or  labret. Probably leaning towards labret  more, but there's work, school, blah  blah. Meh. Stupid things. I want to dye  my hair, something cool. Like I did  with the blue ends and black. That was  cool. Laaaaaaaaaaaala. So, Nick and I  are going to have a movie night. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/m/mad.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":X" title=":X (Mad)" /> WE  ARE. So don't try and change your mind.  It would be fun. If I'm allowed. We  need to find someone's house too. I  know one person who I can invite, I  don't know who else I can because they  wouldn't be allowed. Meh. I'm going to  play my xbox. Hmmmmmmm. And tomorrow,  school. heh. hehhhhhhh.<br />
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weeeeee. ]]></description>
                <author>~BeautifulScar</author>
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                <title>Give me a reason to make you mine</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 18 Nov 2004 04:46:50 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Okay, I just like that song. Devour -  Disturbed.<br />
<br />
It's awesome, and.. it's awesome. Okay.  I'm so fucking tired. I have to work  tomorrow night, and I just want to  relax after school one day... Maybe I  won't go tomorrow, blah, I don't want  to. I go to bed early, and what the  hell do I get?! MORE Tiredness- it's  this endless circle of joy. Work. Work  is great. I really like it, and the  people are great. Though alot of the  time I'm tired as fuck from it, I  really do enjoy it, and don't know what  I'd do if I lost my job, bah. Ah well. <br />
<br />
I have a headache. It's so hot, and I'm  sure thats whats making it worse.. The  heat, and stress. Haha, I know I'm  stressed 24/7, it's a fun business. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />  The stress business, that is. Hmmm. I'm  going to fail my exams, I'm not  kidding. Maths, well I'm failing that-  SSC, that's already a fail and I  haven't done it yet. I don't have a  maths book. I've done 1% of the maths  work that I've been allocated- my  teacher doesn't care, and well, do I?  Probably not. Nobody does. ¬_¬ Er.  Anyway. English, well, I'm pretty  unsure of that. Why do I suck at  English SO fucking much!? I'm not  saying that I'm expecting myself to be  an A++++++++ student, but I hate..  sucking so much at it.<br />
<br />
This chick is at my house babysitting.  Hrmm, yeah. My iPod is cool, I just  need to get some more songs for it- I  have a few on my playlist on my  computer, but I need to convert them to  a different stupid fucking file format!  Well, I feel like bitching, so if  you're reading this ['sif you don't  know who] cheers to you. <br />
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+i hate the way that you try to be me,  but fail so fucking miserably.<br />
+i hate your hair and everything about  the way you wear it.<br />
+i hate the way that you fucking ignore  me when I'm making an effort to talk to  you.<br />
+i hate the way that you ignore  everyone else.<br />
+i hate your 'temporary amnesia' "Ooh,  what was that? Nothing's wrong! Why are  we fighting?"<br />
+i hate your fucking handwriting.<br />
+i hate the way that you talk as if  you're the ringmaster in a fucking  circus.<br />
+i hate your stupid faces that you  pull; whether it be sarcastic, or  "concerned" or "im going to steal your  joke, so let me steal your face too"<br />
+i hate the way that you steal my  jokes, everything that is me, and claim  them for your own.<br />
+i hate the way that you steal my  fucking friends and those who are  closest to me.<br />
+i hate the fact that you have eyes  everywhere, so called eyes, which see  all, hear all, know everything that's  going on, whether it's your business or  not.<br />
+i hate the fact that you're always  wrong whether you'll admit it or not.<br />
+i hate the way that "everyone hits on  you."<br />
+i hate your STUPID FUCKING POETRY.<br />
+i hate your fucking art.<br />
+i hate your little flying acts for  attention at school, gee, let's be  given comfort by the ones i apparently  despise, loathe and would like to see  dead.<br />
+i hate your stupid double faces,  choose who the hell you are and show  the world. <br />
+i hate your sympathy, i don't want it,  screw you.<br />
+i hate EVERY FUCKING THING ABOUT YOU.<br />
+i hate that you're better than me.<br />
+i hate your taste in music. <br />
+i hate the fact that every day I have  to pretty much resist not hitting you.<br />
+i hate the fact that nothing you say  is funny, simply pathetic.<br />
+i hate the fact that you can get away  with things that I can't even begin to  do.<br />
+i hate the fact that I can't say this  to you, though you'll most likely read  it anyway.<br />
+i hate the fact that the world should  pity you, though others are layed a  heavier burden.<br />
+i hate your singing voice, it's  pathetic.<br />
+i hate your fucking clothes, you  stupid slut, i hate you.<br />
+i hate the way you put others on a  fucking guilt trip, though there's  nothing i should be guilty for.<br />
+i hate the fact that you know what's  best for me.<br />
+I HATE THE FACT THAT YOU'RE FUCKING  OBSESSED WITH MY FRIENDS- I HATE IT.<br />
+i hate the fact that you bitch about  the closest of my friends, yet can turn  around and worship them.<br />
+i hate the fact that you attempt to  keep your enemies closer to you, yet  your little games are oh so pathetic.<br />
+i hate the fact that you're sad enough  to scunge little personalities off  about 10 different people, yet claim to  be an individual.<br />
+i hate how you change your dress sense  to suit certain peoples wants and  needs, yet in the end we just want you  to fuck off.<br />
+i hate how your life is a nightmare,  yet you can at least run home and have  someone's shoulder to cry on.<br />
                            + yes, i  hate you.<br />
<br />
So, I feel better, maybe? Call me a  bitch, it's like I care. But now I'm  thinking that it's eit... ]]></description>
                <author>~BeautifulScar</author>
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                <title>I'M SO ADDICTED TO SLURPIES.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 17 Nov 2004 03:28:40 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'M NOT KIDDING. Mum and I were driving  home from work, and we had a little  conversation, it went like this...<br />
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M = Mum, E = Elissa/Me. Yes if you  didn't know my name is Elissa.. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /><br />
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EDIT : MY NAME IS ELISSA, NOT EILSSA,  AS PREVIOUSLY TYPED.<br />
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E: Hey mum can I have a slurpie?<br />
M: Dad just rang me, and Patrick's [my  little brother] bag is in the car, we  have to get home..<br />
E: Please mum. It will be a minute. <br />
[and as we near closer to the slurpie  store... it's not really called that,  but why can't I pretend]<br />
E: Mum, please! I REALLY WANT A  SLURPIE!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
M: We have to get home Elissa.<br />
E: I REALLY REALLY REALLY WANT A  SLURPIE! PLEASE MUM, PLAESE PLEASE I'LL  DO ANYTHING. I WOULD HAVE BROUGHT MY  WALLET IF I'D HAVE KNOWN I'D WANTED  ONE.<br />
[by now my mother is raising her  eyebrows at my crys of despair, I'm  seriously in pain and begin to  franticly search the car]<br />
E: HOW DO I TURN THE LIGHT ON?!?! MUM  HOW DO I TURN IT ON!?!??!?!?<br />
[my mum turns the light in the car on,  and by now I have my seatbelt off and  I'm throwing bags, clothes, CD's, etc.  etc. everywhere looking for money.]<br />
E: Yes. I found some. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> <br />
[Slowly I count the money that I've  found, thinking that I've really hit  the jackpot, my total comes to 60  cents]<br />
E: Please.. mum... can I have $1.20  more.. please.. please.. mum, please..  I'll do anything... I'll give you the  money at home, please..<br />
[By now, mum is getting creeped out,  and begins to lecture me about my  slurpie addiction]<br />
M: You know, when we went to Sydney you  had about 5 slurpies, that's one every  day! You are honestly addicted, Elissa.<br />
E: I know. Just whatever. I don't care.  I want one.. really badly.<br />
[mum looks for money, and yet again I  go for a little car search. We got a  new car about 4 months ago, it's a ford  territory, and STILL I don't know half  of the little compartments and pockets  that are in the car.. so I'm checking  everywhere possible. FINALLY, I come  across her wallet.]<br />
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OKAY THIS IS GETTING BORING! In the end  I got my slurpie.. they're so good. I  know that they're bad for me. My dad  has a slurpie machine at work, he owns  a service station. lol. He always tells  me about what's in them, and blah, I  zone out, I can't remember. I have my  drama performance tomorrow. I don't  know my lines. This could be great. My  group is alright, but I have to get to  school early to practice. I'm picking  my friend up on the way, and I'm scared  she's going to have forgotten. Bah,  humbug. Oh well. Shit, i want to stay  home but fuck these exams! I have to  buy presents for a ton of people, joy-  Why did peoples parents have sex so  that they were born in these few  surrounding days- god, the nerve.<br />
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That's sick- why did I put it so  bluntly like that!? Who knows. I am  going to watch Spiderman 2, and Super  size me. ew. Oh. I got my iPod. It's  green, and a mini. Pretty cool. My  friends are obsessed with it.  Weeeeeeeeeeeeeiner. My brother has a TV  in his fucking room, yet he's choosing  to watch the one in the lounge room. My  mum is watching the one in the garage.  Can't wait until I get my own. Nobody  is touching my fucking xbox then  [SUCKED IN FOR MY LITTLE BROTHER WHO IS  ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED WITH IT. He gets so  stressed he cries. He's 7 years of age.  8 next year.]<br />
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I'm gonna somehow get a television TO  WATCH MY MOVIES ON, or just browse dA,  or .. something. ]]></description>
                <author>~BeautifulScar</author>
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                <title>not a long entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 13 Nov 2004 23:35:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ compared to the one from yesterday. <br />
<br />
I had to rant all this stuff, so wee. I  feel better. Worked today, and I wish I  didn't have to go to school tomorrow,  but I do.. god... <br />
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It's been great. I MEAN FUCKING GREAT.  To have a break from school, even if  it's 4 days, 2 being the weekend.  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh trippy. My  iPod is gonna be half paid off by  tomorrow, AND HOPEFULLY THE PARENTALS  WILL PUT IN MONEY. YES. Then I'll pay  them back, eventually..<br />
Perhaps i can get it for christmas, er,  actually, I already got buffy for  christmas, or maybe my mum was just  saying that so I wouldn't feel bad.  Maybe she'll take the DVDs from my room  and wrap them up and clean the  disks/cases so they look new. No, we're  not quite that sad.<br />
<br />
These songs DO bring back memories. Of  like, my "mopey love life". I want to  grow up. But I don't. Laaaaaaaa. I got  out like 10000000 movies, and 2 games. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" />  I want to find some Amber Benson  movies. I thought she was in race the  sun, but then I realised that it was  Bye Bye Love (With Eliza Dushku- OH MY  FUCKING GOD THE TWO OF THE.  WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. IN ONE MOVIE.  WEEE. I DON'T HAVE TO PRETEND THAT THEY  ARE IN THE SAME MOVIE.) ok how sad.  Because they actually are. I'm ending  this journal, and perhaps going to play  my xb000000x or something.<br />
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I watched.. AHH MUST FINISH JOURNAL..  BUT MUST TALK ABOUT BUFFY! I've seen  the ep's before, but I was watching the  final 3 Buffy episodes. Angel came back  at the end of the second last one, and  I started to cry. I mean, I couldn't  stop, and I was laughing at the  stupidest things.. It was happy crying <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/happycry.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":happycry:" title="Tears of joy" />  I think that's the thing for it, and  when Andrew and Anya had the little  fight in the wheelchair, holy fuck was  I laughing! I was like "wow.. buffy is  so great.. legenddddddary.." Ok this is  the end, bye <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~BeautifulScar</author>
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                <title>err.. it's so hot</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2004 20:21:22 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yes, it is hot. I just got back from my  friends party thing, it was fun. But I  sat in gum. In my favourite jeans.  Everybody was laughing at me. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" /><br />
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Not much to say.. $300 more to pay off  my iPod, but after Tuesday there will  only be $200, and I think my parents  will put that in. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> It's silver. ew. I  know, I regret the colour, but I think  that I'd grow to hate any other colour.  Fuck, in fact I want blue.. or green.  Blue. Yes. Oh well. I'm listening to  music that I haven't listened to in  ages. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blankstare.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":|" title=":| (Blank Stare)" /> Muse, Nightwish.. lately I've  only listened to Disturbed... Now I'm  listening to those two ^ and a few  other, I dunno, it's weird. Bond are so  skanky. I have this live dvd of them,  and they look retardedly hilarious when  they "concentrate" whilst playing their  little string instruments.<br />
<br />
I watched mean girls last night  (OHMYGODIKNOW) I haven't sat down and  watched a movie in like, ages.. I've  been watching Buffy everyday, and  playing my xbox. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/e/embarrassed.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":blush:" title="Blush" /> 'tis fun. I haven't  been to school in 2 days, joy- like a 4  day weekend. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> I'm so sick of school.  Can't it just burn down? Heh, season 3  Buffy season finale- er, never mind. I  love this song! Mistress - Disturbed.  This entry is so random, but I just  can't stop myself from typing. My cats  hate me. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> Well, yeah. They do. OK, so  they just hide from me kinda..  sometimes......alot... I don't know,  Aisha used to like me now she never  comes to me, and Fluffy .. well, she's  always been kind of shy. <br />
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I KNOW MY CATS NAMES ARE HORRIBLE. I  named Aisha after the yellow power  ranger <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/a/aww.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":aww:" title="Aww" /> I was like, five. So, shutup.  And Fluffy, well, she's Aisha's  daughter. God this is pathetic, I'm  like talking about my cats! And nobody  cares, anyway I'll go on. They're both  like... orange/white, and Aisha is  quite a good looking cat.. Fluffy is  really fluffy! I dunno why, she looks  like Aisha, but her coat is gorgeous,  it's so thicccccccck. Haha, sucked in  for her, it's so hot. That's why I'd  hate to be a cat. That reminds me, I  went to this pool last holidays, and I  was on a water slide with my friend,  and it was really dark and i was  PETRIFIED. I was screaming "IT'S SO  DARK!! I WISH I WAS A CAT SO THAT I  COULD SEE IN THE DARK!" then we got off  the slide and I spilt my drink  everywhere. And it was cold. Oooh. I  once caught a bus into the city, when I  actually didn't mean to, I missed my  stop and it was like an hour and a  half. Haha. <br />
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I feel like I'm drunk- just saying all  of this. Ooh, because I'm saying all  this shit that I've like never told  anyone. I want to go to a concert. I'm  thinking of going to big day out, but I  don't think I will.. I don't know who  will want to go with me, but honestly..  I'll go with anyone. Please. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/m/mad.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":X" title=":X (Mad)" /> I really  want to go. Oh well. I have exams, and  I don't know when they are. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> Great la  la la I wish that I could get grand  theft auto working on my computer. I  love the old game, it's classic. I've  played Vice City and GTAIII, and  they're great, the graphics are  amazing, especially compared to the  original one. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lmao.gif" width="19" height="21" alt=":lmao:" title="Laughing my ass off!" /> but, the original one is  fun.. and, original. <br />
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I guess I'm kind of just saying this  because nobody would want to listen to  me in real life, because this whole  entry is just bullshit, so weeeeee.  It's like I'm talking to myself. Oh, we  had a "goodbye" mass/liturgy/thing for  the people leaving.. I'm close to 2 of  them, and I was bawling my eyes out.  It's so weird, not until this year,  I've NEVER NEVER NEVER EVER EVER EVER  cried in front of anyone. I don't know,  I'm not saying that's my little  achievement or anything like that, but  I think I've cried like.... 2x in the  past week or so, and a few other times  this year. Mostly due to teachers and  trouble at school, bah. But the recent  2x have been due to people leaving. But... ]]></description>
                <author>~BeautifulScar</author>
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                <title>hooray</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 10 Nov 2004 02:24:34 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ yes. I am slowly paying off an iPod..  $100 down- 3 more payments to go.. joy.  It's silver. Shit colour, I know. But I  don't care, it was the only one left <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/shrug.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":shrug:" title="Shrug" />  if that's even an emoticon.<br />
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Kim and I went shopping (as usual) and  just did random shit... obviously  dropped my bag at my grandfathers which  is next to the shopping centre, and  walked over at like 4pm.. I bought Kim  food, and then I just spent the rest of  my money on random stuff for us both.  We were planning to go back to Kim's  later, because we needed to finish this  assignment. The fucking teacher told us  today that we need seperate copies of  it, and we only have one. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/m/mad.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":X" title=":X (Mad)" /><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blankstare.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":|" title=":| (Blank Stare)" /><br />
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So, at 6 my parents called asking where  I was, and I'm like "yep, we're gonna  get on a bus and go back to Kim's, I  might be finished like 7..." So dad  said that was ok, then mum called me  about 5 minutes later asking whats im,  im like "fucking hell, its sorted,  leave me alone" Yeah, I am kind of rude  to my parents, I do realise. Kim and I  kind of lost track of time, we bought  those sticky hand thingys, and stuck  them on the escalators and they never  came back... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" /> We were laughing our  heads off. We got photos, of us, in  this photo booth thing, they're pretty  cool. Then we went in the kids  playground for 5 and under... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/g/giggle.gif" width="17" height="15" alt=":giggle:" title="Giggle" /> It was  fun, and we were hiding from the  cleaners and stuff.. (hey what's new, i  do it with my grandfather....)<br />
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Hmm. Parents rang at like 6:50 and  asked where I was, and I told them that  I was getting on a bus with Kim just  then. Then they pulled in, and they  were pissed cos it was late, but hey! W  went back to my grandfathers to get our  bags, and Kim asked if I could sleep  over.. It's usually ok with her mum, so  I asked and parentals said no- but we  actually had to work on an assignment.  As usual, my mum didn't believe me. She  said she'd ring my teacher about my  "lies" but honestly please DO go ahead,  it's unfair on the rest of the class  and myself even- what he's done to us.  Parentals said no about Kim's place, so  we got to Kim's, and dad and I walked  Kim in. <br />
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Kim quickly just asked her mum if it  was cool if I slept over, and she said  okay. So I walked back to the car, and  grabbed my bag and shit and said I was  sleeping over Kim's and they "couldn't  stop me". Kind of lame if you think  about it... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /> But, my parents said "no  you don't have permission, blah blah  blah blah blah bullshit blah" so I  walked back in with my bag, and my mum  and her mum, with my dad standing  around, decided to have a little  discussion about the two of us. Kim and  I were listening around the corner, and  for some of it we were laughing because  it was so fucking pathetic- some things  like I apparently steal money off my  mother, we hang out with pedophiles, hm  what else. It's bullshit. We are  concocting some little "scams" EVERY  AFTERNOON. Apparently. Even if I don't  hang out with Kim every afternoon,  something is going on.<br />
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So, in other words they think we're  doing all this shit, which we are  clearly fucking not. I obviously didn't  end up sleeping over, so we left Kim's  and I started fucking yelling at my  mum. WTF- I don't fucking steal off  her. Just, all this bullshit both  parents were making up. It's not my  place to say anythnig about Kim's mum,  and anyway she wasn't making up shit  like my mum. On the car on the way  home, I put on headphones and listened  to my music really fucking loudly.  Funny. God. Oh well. Things like that  are what make me REALLY want to move  out of home. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />!<br />
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I don't want to go to school tomorrow.  Blahfuck. heh. I might go out. I dunno  what to do. I hate to say it, but I do  believe that this just makes me want to  do more shit to my parents. But, what  shit exactly am I doing? Hmm, staying  out at 6:30pm? God, even when I was  catching a bus to someone's house with  SOMEONE ELSE. I'm not that stupid. :\  So, I can kind of laugh in a way,  because I'm not doing anything wrong,  but hey , if they think I'm doing this  shit, then why can't I? They've pretty  much clearly explained to me what is  wrong, so why not make it happen?<br />
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I might g... ]]></description>
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                <title>Where we do we go from here</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 05 Nov 2004 03:53:56 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm sorry, I just love that song from  the Buffy Musical.. Kind of a little  add on to "I've got a Theory" but, yes.<br />
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Today was the seniors last official  normal lessons day.. it was awful.  Well, I hate saying that because I'm  not the one who has known these girls  for five years, many of them I've only  become friends with in the past few  months. Perhaps that's the saddest  thing, leaving a good friend you've  only gotten to know... someone who  means the world to you..<br />
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I'm sorry I'm babbling. It's just that  times like these I tend to regret a  lot, and I really can't deal. Not  including the year 12's, I have 2  friends leaving after this year. One of  them is in my PC- She means so much to  me.. I don't know if she knows it, but  I'm going to miss her so much. Fuck..  At our PC lunch today, we were just  giving each other advice and things  like that, only the seniors were  crying. Then we got onto the topic of  Sarah, the one who's leaving, and how  much we will miss her.. She started to  cry, and seeing her so upset like that  tore me up inside. I can't stand people  that I love being upset like that, I  couldn't take it and started to cry  too. Then the other year 10 cried.  Blahh. She's changing schools, so maybe  I can still see her, but she's in my PC  so I've seen her every morning, and  afternoon for the past 3 years. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" /><br />
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My other friend is moving interstate. A  few months, maybe even weeks ago, I  felt like I was horrible to her. I feel  awful for doing so, and I don't know  why I was- I didn't do it intentionally  to hurt her, god- I don't know what the  fuck was up with me. Now she's leaving,  and whether she knows it or not, she's  really special to me, and I'm going to  miss her. alot. There will be an empty  hole inside of me where she once fit  in,  *sigh* <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> <br />
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Another friend of mine, in year 12..  I've only gotten to know over the last  2 months. I regret not knowing her  longer. She's so fucking special to me.  I wrote her a card/poem/thing and told  her that- she started crying. I felt  bad for making her cry, but everything  just feels so sudden. It felt like one  minute it was just "Hi, hows it going?"  then "I'll miss you. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" />" I'm getting  really upset writing this.. I didn't  cry in front of her today- heh I've  done that before, when I was in trouble  for the maths thing.. another story.  Anyway. It really broke my heart to see  her so upset like that. I just hugged  her. I didn't cry, I kind of in a way  felt safe when she was hugging me, but  it really was quite sad... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" /> I've only  got to know her, but it has been one of  the greatest friendships I've had, it's  just been different, great, fun,  amazing.. it sounds lame, I know. But  .. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> I can't write anymore about her, I  just can't believe how quickly this has  passed..<br />
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So, where do we go from here? More like  where do I go from here.. I don't know  what to do next year.. Whether to leave  school, or stick with it. It gets even,  well, more confusing.. I don't know  what I'd do if I left. I think it would  be for the better if I did, because I  can't stay at school. Hmm, a few people  have told me what to do.. I mean, in  the school matter. I just kind of feel  that everything would go on as normal  if I wasn't there anymore, that nobody  would be like "remember Elissa..." or  "... Elissa used to...." I don't mean  to say that the world should screw  itself over with hurt and pain,  sadness.. blah blah, because I've left  school. Sometimes I never feel as  though I'm appreciated for some stuff I  do..... That's why I love work. I get  treated equally, and spending time with  older people is fun. I'm the youngest <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/e/embarrassed.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":blush:" title="Blush" />  But, I enjoy it. <br />
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This is turning into a huge rant. Blah  blah blah. I OFFICIALLY HAVE ALL OF  BUFFY!!!!!!!!! YESSSSSSSS, CELEBRATION.  I HAVE EVERY SINGLE EPISODE OF BUFFY.  THAT'S 42 DISCS. I LOVEEEEEEEE MYSELF  FOR BEING SO OBSESSED. IT'S FUN. THAT  DIDN'T MAKE SENSE. AND I'M TYPING IN  CAPITAL LETTERS. .... That's fun. I  think. This rant shall end. Perhaps  I'll post more later.<br />
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Oh. Daniel is at Bond. I might see him  later this week.. Blah. I SO don't want  to go to school Monday, maybe I can  catch up with him. Hehe. I need to ask  him how they went concentrating... ]]></description>
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                <title>Just about everything.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 02 Nov 2004 02:47:57 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ How many entries have I read on the  topic of this.. Countless, I don't know  how many times I've wanted everyone to  pretty much be quiet about it, but I  can't step around the topic and not  mention it, because pretty much  everyone is and it can't be ignored.<br />
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I don't know what to do about school.  I've heard countless times that yes, it  will get better- but I've had a fucking  loathing for school since last year.  I'm talking to one of my friends about  it now, and I don't know if anyone  realises how much I hate it. Okay this  is fun, I'm crying. Times like this I  wish I had a computer in my room. heh.  I hate crying when you know you  shouldn't, it hurts even more.. well,  for me, and i'm just retarded. I had 2  days off school last week, yet the 3  day week was still hell. How the fuck  do I survive with 5 days.<br />
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I understand everybody's genuine hate  for school and I understand my almost  2-year-old whinging is growing tired. I  do. But I feel as though nobody is  listening to me, perhaps I mainly mean  my parents, but this longer-than-usual  hating school phase is annoying me. I  want to leave. I don't care what I do  with my fucking life. I just want to  leave. So what if I end up being  unemployed and shit, that's probably  where I was meant to be going. I'd  prefer to be called a dropout, etc.  then stay at school and feel worse than  I already do.<br />
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I can't take this anymore. I'm sorry  but I really can't. And I can't explain  it to people, and .. blah, just fucking  hell. I feel as though I'm kind of  running out of options here. I feel  really pathetic ranting this on my  site. But. I.DON'T.CARE. <br />
I'm growing apart, well, I feel as if I  am, from someone I really love. I hate  this. The fact that we could never  officially be together is really what  eats away at me, it hurts. So, maybe  this person hasn't said it so much, but  I know that they've given up on me. I'm  sorry. And I know that they have every  right to give up on me, because yes, I  am pathetic. Fucking worthless. Pretty  much anything that anyone can say can't  fix this. I'm sorry, I don't know what  can.<br />
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I want to.. i dunno. I don't know what  I need to fix this.. I just need a  break.. or something.. some friends are  getting to me (REALLY FUCKING GETTING  TO ME) and I wish they would back off.  Of course I'd never have the nerve to  say anything to them about it, because,  of course everything I say is used  against me, taken in the wrong way,  blah blah blah. Whatever... I realise,  yes, that I am posting this in a public  place for just about everyone to read,  but the certain ones who go snooping  around  ¬_¬ fucking hell- snooping  through my shit. It's there for you to  see, OF FUCKING COURSE, but if I wanted  you to see it then I would show you it,  wouldn't I now. <br />
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Schoolwork, blah. So many people are on  my fucking back. Another reason why I  hate school. I hate myself because I  can't do anything. Everyone is  overtaking me, heh I am like shaking  now. Oh well. Yeah. I wish i was  smarter. That I could make people more  proud of me. But there is pretty much  nothing that I have to offer. Yes, I  have feelings, I wish I was smarter and  I wish I could be fucking bothered to  try. <br />
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I love this song.. "It doesn't matter"  by Alison Krauss.<br />
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It doesn't matter what I want<br />
It doesn't matter what I need<br />
It doesn't matter if I cry<br />
Doesn't matter if I bleed<br />
Feel the sting of tears<br />
Falling on this face you've loved for  years<br />
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blah blah blah blah blah blah. It  doesn't matter. I don't know what else  to write, I suck at getting things into  words. This whole journal has been,  well, the same thing just reworded,  well so I think. heh ]]></description>
                <author>~BeautifulScar</author>
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                <title>RAINBOW SATAN TREE</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 28 Oct 2004 22:18:26 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm really tired. heh.<br />
I've had 4 shifts this week, all  finishing at 10pm, and after I get home  I can't sleep until at least midnight,  so, hooray. <br />
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Blah. I feel so crappy. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> um. I didn't  go to school today, I didn't go to  school Tuesday, either. God I feel  really sick, really really sick. So  many people are pissing me off, it's  not just that they piss me off.. for no  reason, they're ignoring me, and, well,  i'm not the only one who realises that  they do that.<br />
Okay, that made no sense, but I don't  care, it's for me to rant not you.. so  yay. <br />
my brother was supposed to be taking a  gap year next year in England, but i  just found out that he wasn't accepted.  FUCKING HELL. I can't take having him  around for another year. He doesn't  have a job, he never goes out.. he does  shit, he's going to be around 24/7.  Grr, oh god. <br />
I've spent soo much money lately on  like, just stuff... And there are so  many people's birthdays coming up, so  there you go- it also kind of sucks  when you have to return peoples  presents. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> It's embarassing and I hate  it. <br />
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I'm thinking I might cut my hair. Not  like, really short, but just a bit  shorter... as much as I'd like to grow  it longer, it's too fucking hot- well,  not just that, but I feel like a  change. Goddamnit. I much preferred it  when people didn't go onto my site, dig  through my journals, read them, and use  my own words against me... I can't say  names, nor can I go into anymore  "detail" even though what I'm saying is  pretty vague, but it pisses me off that  I can't have my own little place to  rant and stuff like that. I've used  about 50 0000000000000000 live  journals, and I don't like them, they  just annoy me. Ahh well.<br />
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Haha, I found the funniest picture at  school, my friends and I were just  laughing, even though now it doesn't  seem so funny. <br />
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<a href="http://stuff.ratjed.com/rainbow-satan-tree.gif">[link]</a><br />
"Weeeee, it's the rainbow satan tree!"<br />
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The most fucking hilarious thing  happened at school, yesterday. we were  having speeches from the year 11's  going for school captain and stuff next  year, and this girl that I dont like..  she was running to catch this ball,  except she like tripped and stacked it.  I'm sorry if I sound mean to laugh, but  my friend and i were laughing so much..  AND, that's not the best bit- someone  was throwing these lollies, they were  like hard, and one hit this girl smack  bang in the forehead... and like,  bounced off. I'm sorry... it was SO  FUCKING HILARIOUS! Like everyone I have  told is like "oh my god that's  horrible!" but....... oh well. You had  to be there. I was laughing to myself  about it before.<br />
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Aren't i sad. ]]></description>
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                <title>Drawn to the fire</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 24 Oct 2004 00:25:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <sub> Will this do a thing to change her? Am  I leaving Dawn in Danger!? <br />
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<em> What if Buffy can't defeat it? Beady  eyes is right we're needed! </em> </sub><br />
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I love the Buffy musical. *sigh* I'm so  fucking obsessed. Oh well, but it  rules. It's really overcast. I'm  looking outside, and hmm it's nice, I  guess, I really want it to rain. I have  the house to myself for a bit, because  my brother and dad are at the indy, and  my mum and brother and sister are out..  somewhere.<br />
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It's getting kind of dark- right,  that's because it is 5:17pm.. Once I  get some money I'm going to buy like, a  ton of stuff online.. Please please  please pay me Monday night. I can't  wait until Tuesday. I love talking to  myself.<br />
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IF MY HEART COULD BEAT IT WOULD BREAK  MY CHEST!! - Spike<br />
I love Spiiiiike.. <br />
Bah, work. It's alright. A little  freaked out about stuff, but a few  people are being really nice about it,  and I might have a chat to my manager  and stuff. Well I'm going to watch  buffy *yet again, i've watched it every  night, or every second night for the  past 2 weeks* <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~BeautifulScar</author>
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                <title>Back home</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 20 Oct 2004 01:54:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I want to be here in a way, but bah I  so don't.<br />
I wanted to go home after 2 days in  Sydney, *sigh* Oh well. <br />
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I've failed.. like, so much stuff.  Well, I haven't failed so much as my  marks aren't as good as I would have  liked, and I don't mean like B's or  whatever, but I mean.... C's, in things  I could have passed easily with A's...   Oh well. I was looking at my report  card, how depressing. <br />
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There is no point me being here, I mean  it. I hate to rant like this, infact I  haven't so openly ranted like this for  many many many many a ... month, well,  a year or so. To the majority of people  reading this I am just an "angsty teen"  or an attention seeking kid, blah I  don't care. If you think it, that's  fine for you. <br />
Today I just realised how worthless I  am when it comes to alot of things.. I  swear that nobody even realised that I  was away. <br />
I got back it was like...<br />
<br />
"Hi did you have fun!?" [ not that you  care ]<br />
"Sydney is nice!" [ not like i care ]<br />
"Why haven't you been at school?" [ i  was on a fucking holiday, you idiot ]<br />
Oh well. It didn't seem as if anybody  wanted to hear about, oh, just the  fucking best time of my life. As much  as I wanted to go home for the majority  of the trip, seeing Sarah and Daniel  were highlights.. they really made it  worth it.. i miss them now. So much. <br />
Oh well. Enough of my ranting. Heh. I  have about 1000000000 photos, and I've  posted 3 already, I never have  "posting-spree's" so, please cut me  some slack.. <br />
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<strong> I'm sorry if you've left me a comment  lately, and I haven't replied, or if  you've noted me or something... I  haven't had time to read it, and just  cleared my message system out.. So,  well, sorry <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/e/embarrassed.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":blush:" title="Blush" /> </strong> ]]></description>
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                <title>Internet cafe in sydney.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 16 Oct 2004 02:29:38 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I DO HAVE NO LIFE I KNOW.<br />
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For I cannot live without the  internet... I will wither and die!  Okay, that makes me sound really sad.  Perhaps I am though. Perhaps I am. If  Daniel reads this, hey! Daniel and I  had a great time yesterday.. I haven't  seen him in a few months, and after  walking quite a while we found each  other.. this old pedophile dude was  marrying this practically 12 year old..  Jailbait. <br />
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I CAN'T DO MY LITTLE FACE. ¬_¬ There. I  copy and pasted it from some thing  because I am sad. Dan and I walked  across the harbour bridge.. AHH, WE  WANTED TO CLIMB UP THE PILLAR THING BUT  WE LIKE GOT THERE AND THEY SHUT!!! We  wanted to climb a tree in the botanical  gardens... but they were all shitty and  unclimbable. That's a new word. Hey,  they're playing greenday. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=)" title="=) (Smile)" /> Um. We  walked around circular.... quay... or  whatever it's called. I had blisters on  my shoes, err I mean my feet, so  PAINFUL!!! We walked ages. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" /> But it was  kind of nice. <br />
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OMG THERE'S A PICTURE OF AN ANCIENT  WEINER WITH SAUCE ON IT... ON THE WALL.  Nevermind. These pictures are sooo old!  What do you expect from a 'city  convenience store' nah, it's cool.<br />
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The flight here was really nice, we had  an international flight, it had gone  from London to Singapore, so the plane  was really nice. I played nintendo on  the plane and watched friends, listened  to the radio and watched Spiderman 2...  'twas nice. We flew through a cloud and  it was so nice. Not that you care. I'm  just random and boring and get amused  easily. I was wondering.. when you look  down, what does it mean when there's  like.. shadows on the land- it looks  like shadows, I don't know, just like..  yeah. I am like dancing at my computer.  *Stares at phone*<br />
<br />
Anyway.. Daniel, yeah, he gave me a  bracelet.. which was really nice of  him, on the back it had ' Happy B'day <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" />  Daniel'  kind of a belated birthday  thing. We did quite alot yesterday,  which I really enjoyed.. Sarah and I  caught up today, and she brought her  boyfriend John with her, and he ended  up being SOOOOOOOO NICE. It took an  hour and a half for us to find each  other, we got the places mixed up.. She  was in Darling Harbour and I was in  Circular Quay (OR WHATEVER IT IS) So..  yeah. lol. There was this mime dude at  circular quay, and these old ladies  were watching him and playfully being  teased.. LMAO- they were laughing..  THEY WERE LAUGHING LIKE FUCKING HYENAS.  THEY WERE SCREAMING. LIKE 7 OF THEM. I  WAS LAUGHING. So funny. Trust me. Um<br />
<br />
Sarah and I saw these old people  arguing.. hey, carwash is on.. lol. Um,  I don't know if John saw them, but the  old lady goes " YOU KNOW YOUR PROBLEM!?  YOU'RE SO SLOW!"  And the man goes "  WELL YOU'RE STUPID!" Sooooooooooo  fucking funny. I'm laughing thinking  about it. Yeah. We walked ages... Even  though I put this stuff on my blisters,  the pain is still there. Damn my  converse. I bought some lothes, and got  a really nice CK jacket. Oh, we saw the  lion king!<br />
<br />
Okay. I was soooo skeptical about it, I  mean- how could they turn a great  cartoon into a musical that is  apparently good?! I've heard great  things about it, but how could they  entice the audience besides placing  subliminal messages in their songs!?  I'm kidding. The lion king was awesome.  One of the best musical's i've seen in  my life, everything about it was pretty  much perfect! I came from Brisbane to  see it, so it's really worth it.  Really. Really. Really worth it. Damn.  The guy who is working at this  convenience store keeps staring over at  what I'm typing, so I made my msn font  really tiny, and I am like half hiding  this window.. He's creepy.. YES GUY, I  MEAN YOU!!!! He's like unpacking these  boxes and eating these lollies whilst  unpacking it.. How, fun!?<br />
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NOW HIS PHONE IS RINGING. OH MY GOD. He  answered it and goes "hello, Chipowie"  Ok I shouldn't laugh. But I'm by myself  and I have 25 minutes left. I've been  writing this journal the whole time.  He's speaking in another language.. Hm.  Well, yeah, I am apparently not allowed  on the internet whilst our trip is on,  even though I might go to another  internet cafe as my life is sad.. and  pretty much nonexistent. I've done  quite a bit of walking- I DESERVE THIS.<br />
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So, well, yes.... I can't be fucked to  answer any comments, so I apolagise for  everyone who has left me any.... I,  just yeah. I'm going to go be with  Chipowie... actually just do random  stuff on the net for uh.. 23  mIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINUTtTtTTtTEeEesSS!!<br />
So, bye. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s... ]]></description>
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                <title>Syyyyyyydney!</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 14 Oct 2004 01:22:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I leave tomorrow.. I have to get up  really early.<br />
BLARGH. I have seven pairs of shoes I  want to pack, but I'm only going for  about 5 days so I'm not even going to  have time to wear that many shoes! I  feel so stupid saying something like  that, but well, yes. ¬_¬<br />
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This won't be a long entry, and I won't  have time to reply to any of this I  don't think. I've been going to bed at  12-1 am, and tonight I know I've got to  go to bed earlier, because I get up  like.. abit past 4 am. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" /> I HAVEN'T  GOTTEN UP EVEN 6 AM FOR ABOUT A YEAR OR  SO!! Ohh well. I'm excited about seeing  Daniel. That's ... yeah. MY EAR IS  BLOCKED. Gaahhhh.. My clothes need to  dry like- RIGHT NOW. Well. I have to  pack. I'll rewrite another entry when I  come back. I'm definately going to  taronga zoo, and seeing the lion king,  sydney aquarium, harbour cruise..  they're definate. Mum and I have a 2  day sydney pass which means we can do  like, everything in Sydney.. well, not  quite everything, but well yes.<br />
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<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/m/mad.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":X" title=":X (Mad)" /> My mum is stressing me. ¬_¬ SO i  better go. Yes. Well. I'm extremley  petrified of heights, and I have a  window seat on the plane. How, joyful?  SO- I MIGHT be able to use my phone on  the plane, *fingers crossed that they  will let us* because the quantas people  said if they turn on this crap or  something then we can use phones. So.  Yay. I will be like calling everyone  and stressing.<br />
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Funny thing- <a href="http://www.demonbuster.com/harry.html">[link]</a><br />
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Go there. I swear. It's hilarious.  Lmfao. ]]></description>
                <author>~BeautifulScar</author>
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                <title>I'm under your spell .. la la</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 09 Oct 2004 22:53:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I love the Buffy Musical... especially  Tara's song. I know that almost  everybody hates it, but I think it's  really sweet.<br />
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I lived my life in shadow<br />
Never the sun on my face<br />
It didn't seem so sad though<br />
I figured that was my place<br />
Now I'm bathed in light<br />
Something just isn't right<br />
<br />
I'm under your spell<br />
How else could it be<br />
Anyone would notice me?<br />
It's magic I can tell<br />
How you set me free<br />
Brought me out so easily<br />
<br />
I saw a world enchanted<br />
Spirits and charms in the air<br />
I always took for granted<br />
I was the only one there<br />
But your power shone<br />
Brighter than any I've known<br />
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etc. etc. BLAHHHHHH BLAH BLAH. It  sounds so bad, but it's really lovely.  Willow and Tara are so sweet <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> I'm so  obsessed. I have every Buffy dvd now  except for season 7. I see Daniel this  Friday. We're going to stay up all  night watching Buffy on Monday. I've  never stayed up all night, so this will  be a first.. I think we could do it- We  have just about everything to talk  about. oh god- ON THE BUFFY MUSICAL DVD  THERE IS KARAOKE <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /> <br />
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*sigh* I'm such a geek and I know it.  I've got so much buffy to watch.. So  yay. Not counting today.. There are..  four days until I see him. Well, we  leave really early Friday morning- so  I'm not counting Friday.. even though,  well, yeah. I have a headache I'm going  to watch Buffy *AGAIN* Bye, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/a/aww.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":aww:" title="Aww" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~BeautifulScar</author>
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                <title>Today is Tuesday</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 05 Oct 2004 02:36:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm so fucking glad I'm not working  today then. "Dollar Tuesday." The only  thing worse than that is "Returns  Wednesday". Which is when I"m working.  ¬_¬ Hooray.<br />
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I went back to school- I <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> SCHOOL IT'S  SO FUN. heh. I fucking hate school. I  stillllllll want to leave- Or..  something. Yeah. AGAIN- This person is  bringing up the doctors. I don't know  whether I will go or not.<br />
So fucking confusing. I don't know what  to say. I want to rant, but I don't. I  just want a holiday. Hence the fact I  see Daniel in about 9 days. *sigh* <br />
I'm upset. I was crying just before. I  hate keeping secrets from people but I  kind of have to. Oh well. I can't type  anymore, I feel really out of it- Like  I'm going to pass out. Fuck I'm so  stupid ]]></description>
                <author>~BeautifulScar</author>
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                <title>¬_¬</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 01 Oct 2004 07:47:02 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Its like. 12:06am, and I've been  playing buffy. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/y/yawn.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":yawn:" title="Yawn" /> I have a feeling thats  not an emoticon, so if its not then I  completley suck. Eurgh, my hair looks  green. I don't know why. I've been  playing Buffy: Chaos Bleeds and its  really stressful.<br />
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I <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> Crash Bandicoot! God, I haven't  played it in ages. Oh my god I have a  spending problem. I have spent all my  money. Heh. I'm seeing Daniel and Sarah  not this friday but next. Holy fuck- I  haven't been excited about anything for  about a year. Its like when you are a  kid and you're counting down  practically the weeks until  christmas... every day you pretty much  mark off your calender. Sure, don't get  me wrong I have been excited about  things before, but NEVER NEVER NEVER  lately have I been really excited and  looking forward to something. I don't  know. Maybe its because I don't want to  get let down, so I don't bother getting  excited.<br />
<br />
But this is set in stone. 15th-19th.  I'm going on the Friday, then over the  weekend, then Monday is a public  holiday/pupil free day, whatever and  then I come back Tuesday night. Its  good, we get to Sydney early Friday  morning, and come back late Tuesday  night. God I am so glad to be catching  up with Sarah, finally. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> Daniel- well,  I don't really think that I need to  explain that. God I am going to use up  like 100000000 rolls of film. I hope I  get some good photos this time. Fuck I  need to buy him a present. I've been  brain storming for this (heh, brain  storming) for seriously AGES. <br />
Any clues, anyone? I want to get him  something nice, eg. If I was a guy, and  Daniel was a chick (scary thought) then  I'd get him/her a really nice necklace  or a bracelet. Get my drift? - I want  something kind of special... I hope hes  not reading this <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=P" title="=P (Razz)" /> Hi, if he is anyway.<br />
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I really don't know what to get him <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" />  SOMEONE HELP ME. heh. My mum thinks  that I'm going to see Daniel like two,  three times. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lmao.gif" width="19" height="21" alt=":lmao:" title="Laughing my ass off!" /> Uh. This sounds absoutly  horrible, but my mum and I are really  going to see the lion king and see some  "sights" heh. I only want to go,  really, to see Daniel and Sarah. Yeah.  They are both so fucking special to me,  but since I'm a sort of person who  sometimes looks on the bad side of  things before the good, its only 5  days... Oh well. I'm glad to be going.  Kind of nervous in a way, about things  with Dan and I will go. I sound so  stupid worrying about this. Actually  I'm not worried, I'm pretty happy. <br />
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I'm really fucking tired and its not  12:46am.. I completley forgot that I  was writing this.. I'm going to play my  x-box <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=P" title="=P (Razz)" /><br />
FUUUUUUUCK SCHOOL ON MONDAY. Fuck fuck  fuck fuck I don't want to go. Anyway,  bye? ]]></description>
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                <title>shortest journal entry ever</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 28 Sep 2004 02:04:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Fuck this<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>thingy</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 24 Sep 2004 20:54:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have to go to work soon, and I don't  want to go. ¬_¬ I found this, I can't  remember where, but I'll fill it out  anyway, even though its kind of  boring..<br />
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[ 1 ] First grade teacher's name:  Mrs... Peeters? Um.<br />
[ 2 ] Last word you said: Bye (To  Daniel)<br />
[ 3 ] Last song you sang: Bootylicious  - Destiny's Child.. With Daniel <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lmao.gif" width="19" height="21" alt=":lmao:" title="Laughing my ass off!" /> Except  we were fucking the words up<br />
[ 4 ] Last person you hugged: Belinda..  yesterday<br />
[ 5 ] Last thing you laughed at: Um.  Dan's dog Ziggy running up and down the  hallway and going psycho<br />
[ 6 ] Last time you said I dont fucking  remember: I don't fucking remember.<br />
[ 7 ] Last time you cried: Um,  yesterday morning..<br />
[ 8 ] What's in your CD player: That  would be Muse- Absolution<br />
[ 9 ] What color socks are you wearing:  NONE. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br />
[ 10 ] What's under your bed:  Everything. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blankstare.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":|" title=":| (Blank Stare)" /><br />
[ 11 ] What time did you wake up today:  Midday lol<br />
[ 12 ] Current taste: Fruit tingles,  heh<br />
[ 13 ] Current hair: Its.. kind of  gross from rolling in the grass and  running through the sprinklers,  actually its okay.<br />
[ 14 ] Current clothes: 3/4 length  brown cord pants, this black singlet  and this cream coloured jacket.. hey i  just woke up leave me alone<br />
[ 15 ] Current annoyance: Work. ¬_¬<br />
[ 16 ] Current longing: To see  someone... again.. this holidays.<br />
[ 17 ] Current desktop picture: This  background that Sarah made for me <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> (OK  she didnt make it for me, but she sent  it to me..)<br />
[ 18 ] Current worry: School.. I DON'T  FUCKING WANT TO GO BACK. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br />
[ 19 ] Current hate: School. ¬_¬<br />
[ 20 ] Current favorite article of  clothing: I don't know. Oh. Actually.  This really cool white zip up jacket I  bought like a week ago. A week and one  day ago. It has grass stains on the  elbow though. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" /><br />
[ 21 ] Favorite physical feature of the  opposite sex: Face?<br />
[ 22 ] Last CD that you listened to:  Showbiz - Muse<br />
[ 23 ] Favorite place to be: Out.<br />
[ 24 ] Least favorite place: Home.<br />
[ 25 ] Time you wake up in the morning:  I just answered that question. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blankstare.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":|" title=":| (Blank Stare)" /><br />
[ 26 ] If you could play an instrument,  what would it be: The drums.. when I  have enough money.. Blah.<br />
[ 27 ] Favorite color: Black (though  its not a colour) maybe, sort of,  midnight blue?<br />
[ 28 ] Do you believe in an afterlife:  I don't know.<br />
[ 29 ] How tall are you: Not that  tall.. not that short..<br />
[ 30 ] Current favorite word/saying:  Ziggy<br />
[ 31 ] Favorite book: I don't know.<br />
[ 32 ] Favorite season: Of Buffy? <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=P" title="=P (Razz)" /> that  would be season 3. Nah, I don't know. I  don't mind.<br />
[ 33 ] One person from your past you  wish you could go back and talk to:  Fuck, there are alot of people. I hate  questions like that.<br />
[ 34 ] Favorite day: Friday- AFTERNOON.<br />
<br />
<br />
[[[ FUTURE ]]]<br />
<br />
<br />
[ 35 ] Where do you want to go: NSW<br />
[ 36 ] What is your career going to be  like: Um.. something to do with  writing?<br />
[ 37 ] How many kids do you want: I  don't know. Whatever happens.. happens <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" /><br />
[ 38 ] What kind of car will you have:  Blah. I wouldn't have a clue.<br />
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<br />
[[[ HAVE YOU EVER... ]]]<br />
<br />
<br />
[Gotten in a fight w/your  dog/cat/bird/fish, etc: ] My duck tried  to rape me.. one day.. in the pool.  heh. My cat scratched me the other day.<br />
[ Been to New York?: ] Nope.<br />
[ Been to Florida?: ] Nope.<br />
[ San Diego, Cali?: ] N0o000OOoo00oOo0<br />
[ Hawaii?: ] No.<br />
[ Mexico?: ] gah no<br />
[ China?: ] I don't think so<br />
[ Canada?: ] Blehhhhhhh no<br />
[ Danced naked?: ] Um. Of course not.<br />
[ Dreamed something really crazy and  then it happened the next day:] I can't  remember.<br />
[ Wanted to be the opposite sex: ] Who  hasn't. lol<br />
<br />
[[[ RANDOM ]]]<br />
<br />
<br />
[ Do you have a crush on someone?: ] Oh  yes.<br />
[ What book are you reading now?: ]  Nothing<br />
[ Worst feeling in the... ]]></description>
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                <title>I'm wet!</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 24 Sep 2004 01:39:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ In the least dirtiest way, ever, of  course.<br />
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I went to the roma street parklands  with my friend Belinda today- I had so  much fun, I haven't had such a great  day in a long time. We talked, and  stuff, and flicked through cleo- <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lmao.gif" width="19" height="21" alt=":lmao:" title="Laughing my ass off!" /> They  had the most funny stuff in there, I  swear. We talked about umm everything I  think, which was pretty great. <br />
We saw these baby ducklings and the  mother- SO CUTE. They were following  her, I was like <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/a/aww.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":aww:" title="Aww" /> <br />
Yeah. Then I ran through the  sprinklers, so that's why I'm so wet.  Then I just sat there in a ball whilst  the water sprayed me half to death. I  had fun, though. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> <br />
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I'm going to be so sick, god I swear! I  walked into work to get some movies out  and I'm like "<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" /> I got kind of wet.." I  look so poor, I've stopped dripping but  my hair is kind of wet. I blow dried  and straightened it this morning. How  fucking annoying! Oh well, it was  really great. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br />
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And I can't be FUCKEEEEEEEEEEED to type  a long entry, so, yes. I'm seeing  Daniel on the 15th to the 19th of  October. Hip hip hooray. I need to do  shopping before then.. And buy a  "ziggy" name tag and collar for his  dog.. Don't ask. I love being random.<br />
Yay. Yay. I hate aim- it's so  irritating. I hope that it dies. No, I  lied. Its okay. Nah, its annoying. Okk  I'm fighting a battle with myself. I'm  so cool. And my clothes smell REALLY...  nice.<br />
Farewell <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=P" title="=P (Razz)" /><br />
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I WANT TO DO SOMETHING. NOW. I'M SICK  OF WATCHING MOVIES AND SHIT!!!!!!!!!  OKAY OKAY OKAY. I MIGHT GO LIE DOWN. OR  SOMETHING. I'M REALLY HUNGRY. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>SCHOOL IS OVER</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 17 Sep 2004 03:33:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i'm so tired.<br />
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but school is over- so, yay. <br />
for two weeks.. <br />
until I fucking go back. <br />
so i'm not really looking forward to it  that much.<br />
i have to work.<br />
i don't want to.<br />
i'm stressed because, well, because i  am.<br />
and i want to leave school.<br />
but oh well.<br />
i'm seeing daniel from the 15th to the  19th of october.<br />
and i am rambiling and its fun.<br />
and the muse concert was good.<br />
i got humped by lots of girls.<br />
how fun.<br />
and this is about the most annoying  journal entry to read.<br />
<br />
so, goodbye<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>stalked by a pedophile/muse concert</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 11 Sep 2004 05:33:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yes. Some pervert followed me.<br />
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He comes into my work ( a video store )  and asks me to find porn movies for  him. He describes the back of the  movies, and then asks me to find, in  the adult section, those movies,  judging by the positions of a few naked  women, i'm expected to find the movies. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blankstare.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":|" title=":| (Blank Stare)" />  Everyone at the store is harassed by  him, and nobody likes him.. Hes  constantly annoying everybody, and  everyone knows him, hes about 50, and a  perverted asshole.<br />
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I went shopping, and I was walking to  my grandfathers house and I saw him. I  was like FUCK- So I started walking a  bit faster, he walked faster behind me,  then I started running, and he followed  me. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nod.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":nod:" title="Nod" /> For about 200 metres he ran behind  me ( I don't know how the fuck he did  it, but he wouldn't stop ) then I got  to my grandfathers house and went  inside, I was so fucking freaked out. I  told the guys on my shift at work that  day and they called my manager and  stuff, so everyones on the lookout for  him. ¬_¬ I know his address- So I can..  send him hatemail, or something. I know  everybody's address at my video store.  Well, the computer knows. Isn't that  kind of scary?<br />
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Anyway, um, Nick invited me to the muse  COOONCERT. TOMORROW NIGHT- YAY YAY YAY  YAY YAY YAY. 6 PM AT TEH  RIVERSTAGE!!!!!!!!!!!! wee. I'm, um,  well, a little excited. So yeah, I just  got back from work, I got a mini disc  player, um! There was this guy at work,  and he annoys everyone in a fun way,  and he was taking the piss out of me <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" /> I  won't go into detail, 'cos I felt so  stupid! But yeah <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=P" title="=P (Razz)" /> This guy at my work  is so nice. I was talking to him and  I'm like "yeah my mini disc player came  with six dicks" INSTEAD OF DISCS I SAID  DICKS. I WORKED A SIX HOUR SHIFT, HAD A  STAFF MEETING AND SLEPT ALL DAY- I AM  TIRED. <br />
But, yes. I'm working again tomorrow.  ¬_¬<br />
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Going to see Daniel... sometime.. this  holidays.. And getting him a tag for  his dog, Ziggy. (don't ask)<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Blargh.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 08 Sep 2004 00:12:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I am so.. blargh right now.<br />
I've been "living in a dream" for the  past OH- two or so years, everything is  passing over my head. <br />
<br />
I don't care what anyone thinks, but  right now I'm just not in a great mood  ^_^ I am in a mood to kill, or whatever  you want to call it, I have been so  mean to so many people today, and  frankly I couldn't care less. Nothing  that anybody can say can make it  better, because I don't even know half  of what is wrong with me.<br />
Tomorrow I am buying my plane ticket...  if I can, then I am out of here, for a  week. Well, yeah I am pretty sure that  I have enough money.. All that I don't  have is permission from my parents, but  I couldn't care less about that! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" />  Because I can do what the fuck I want..  They don't care about what I want to  do, and my decisions, so I'm going to  make them myself and scare the fuck out  of them by going interstate for a week.<br />
<br />
Everything is sorted out, I'm going to  see Daniel, and staying with him and  his mum for 4 days, then two in a  hotel, one night on my own, and one  with Daniel. (Two beds, I'm not that  fucking sick) I have the money,  everything sorted out.. How I'm going  to get places, blah blah blah it's all  sorted. <br />
So, if I don't go then I'm going to be  fucking pissed off and things will be  worse than they are now. <br />
Oh well.<br />
<br />
I'm hungry. I've eaten like nothing the  past week.. or so, oh well. I haven't  had that much of an apetite, actually  food looks pretty disgusting at the  moment, I am starving. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blankstare.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":|" title=":| (Blank Stare)" /> <br />
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My parents are pissing the fuck out of  me, AS WELL AS MY BROTHER. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/m/mad.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":X" title=":X (Mad)" /> GODDAMNIT.  I need a fucking life. I hate this. I  don't want to go to school tomorrow.  Yeah I'll make things worse than they  already are. I don't fucking care. I  don't know. Everything is getting on my  nerves. I want to leave school.......  again. Now I sound like the little  fucked up boy who cried wolf. I want  this to stop.<br />
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I don't even know whats wrong with me,  but I hate it. I know a certain someone  is going to read this, so hey, its  okay. I shall end this rant, and well,  yeah, so bye.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~BeautifulScar</author>
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                <title>so angry-teachers feel my wrath</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 03 Sep 2004 05:19:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I........ am having the worst few days  ever.<br />
Well, not ever, but its close to it.  I've cried three times in front of  people; one time in front of a teacher,  it was only her and I, another time in  front of a friend at my house, and  yesterday - at school.<br />
<br />
Why? My friend and I were accused of  cheating on our maths exams. FUCKING  CHEATING. How pathetic is that? Oh, and  you want to know their "evidence"? Not  our behaviour during the test, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> But  instead our answers, which are similar.  The girl which I was accused of  cheating with sits with me EVERY maths  class, (shes not a really good friend  of mine, but just someone i like) we  studied together, we do all of our work  together. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blankstare.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":|" title=":| (Blank Stare)" /><br />
<br />
So, obviously our answers would be THE  FUCKING SAME. We didn't even get the  same results, and our results weren't  even that great! Anyway, yesterday at  lunch this teacher asked to see this  girl Kim and myself at lunch, regarding  our maths exam. I was like ...okay. I  was so fucking worried, because this  teacher is on my back about EVERYTHING.  She's the year 10 coordinator, and YES  I realise it is her job  to fucking  stick her nose into things that don't  concern her, but she could at least be  NICE ABOUT IT. So, my friend and I turn  up at lunch, to see this teacher, and  the head of maths waiting for us.<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> <br />
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SO- We both took seats, apart, and were  asked to write down "what happened"  during the exam. We both wrote the  truth- that we studied together and  everything. They read through our  things, and were like "Its better to  confess..." And we're like WHAT THE  FUCK IS THERE TO CONFESS! Anyway, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> I  was wearing two badges- we have one  school badge, and another is our house  badge, there are four of them, and mine  is usually yellow, okay. I had a blue  one on though, because its been on my  uniform... ever since time began, I  fucking swear. Wouldn't you say that  its better to be wearing badges, then  none at all? <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> Anyway, she said to me  "Elissa, you don't have to lie about  who you are"- This was about the  badges. SO WEARING A FUCKING BLUE BADGE  MAKES ME LIE ABOUT WHO I AM!?<br />
<br />
SHE'S FUCKING TWISTED- I HAD TO HAND  THE BADGE OVER TO HER. Oh, and then she  was like "You haven't even handed in  your subject selection form..." (For  year 11&12) but I actually had, and this  teacher had misplaced it. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blankstare.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":|" title=":| (Blank Stare)" /> I was like  "excuse me, but I have..." And she  didn't fucking believe me. She is on my  back about everything. I've never done  anything to offend her, nor have I ever  been in trouble for anything such as  bad behavior- Just not handing in an  assignment, but its a long story, and I  was really upset over it last term..  (No, I wouldn't call that bad  behaviour- Bad behaviour is playing up  in class and talking back to teachers,  etc.) <br />
<br />
So, she asked Kim and I to get our  maths books, and I just went down to my  group and started crying my eyes out..  I can't take it- Being accused like  that, and being pressured into "telling  the truth" when there is nothing to  tell, and the teachers don't give a  fuck about you. Geez, tons more  happened, I guess, but I can't be  bothered to go into it. It just really  upset me, and I hated crying in front  of my friends, I know there should be  nothing wrong with it- But I just felt  so helpless.. and usually I am the one  who "never cries" and stuff, THAT  SOUNDS REALLY STUPID... but I guess its  true.<br />
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Me whining on my dA journal makes me  sound like a little bitch, I know- but  I'm so upset about this, and I know  that it won't pass anytime soon. I  should complain, I know, but I don't  want to take this any farther. I don't  want to be argueing with the fucking  teachers, trying to get my point of  view in. I'm not that horrible, and  nasty as they think I am. <br />
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I hate this. I don't know what to do..  things like this make me want to leave  school again. My parents aren't letting  me go to Sydney to see Daniel, so I'm  going by myself <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/a/aww.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":aww:" title="Aww" /> Isn't that lovely, my  parents don't even care <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />! Eve... ]]></description>
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                <title>rant</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 28 Aug 2004 21:36:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm pissed off at the moment, and I  don't know why. ¬_¬<br />
Does anybody ever have those times when  you don't know whether you feel upset,  tired, estatic, loved, crazy, or  just.... Blank.. <br />
Oh well, the past month or so has been  like that, I really don't know what to  do with myself. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/a/aww.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":aww:" title="Aww" /> So, nice. <br />
I've been working a fair bit, so I'm  tired from that- And pissed off by  annoying customers.. I don't mean ones  who just irritate you, but ones who  verbally abuse you. They fucking get on  my nerves so much! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blankstare.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":|" title=":| (Blank Stare)" /><br />
School- Gah. I have an exam tomorrow,  which I know absoutly nothing for! I'm  not saying that, I actually know  nothing. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> <br />
<br />
I had a maths exam last week, and thank  god that what we're doing right now is  pretty basic maths, because I thought I  knew nothing. I didn't even have a  maths book. Fuck. I am so screwed for  tomorrow! If I fail it (Which I know I  will) then my teacher will be on my  back..again. I got straight A's for my  drama presentation, and A's for my  Science assignment, which is good, I  guess. Oh my fuck! I got the results  back from this test, and apparently my  spelling is something like, 33%. Out of  one-fucking-hundred. I'm not saying  that I'm an awesome speller, but I'm  not that bad. Oh well, I couldn't care  less. Actually I care, but I really  can't be fucked to do anything about  it. <br />
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I'm just screwed for everything. And  mostly nobody cares.. My two best  friends are fighting, and yeah I  realise that one of them at least will  read this.. Its not as if its your  fault.. (You know who you are), because  at the moment, my other "best friend"  is being fucking nasty, and she  couldn't care less about me, well thats  how I feel. So, its fine, screw her. I  can't believe I'm saying that, but yep.  <br />
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I CANNOT WAIT UNTIL  HOLIDAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M GOING TO  SEE DANIEL <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> I'm going to have the best  time of my life. And take so many  photos of Sydney and stuff! I'm still  working out arrangments.. My parents  said that I could go, and if my mum  takes it back (AGAIN- I'VE WAITED ABOUT  14 WEEKS TO DO THIS. ACTUALLY LONGER  THAN THAT, BUT I HAVEN'T SAID ANYTHING  TO MY MUM<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blankstare.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":|" title=":| (Blank Stare)" />) Yeah, she took it back last  time. If she says no again, then.. Fuck  her, because I'll be going anyway. <br />
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My group is fighting (not the best  friend fight thing, something else) and  its starting to piss me off.. I'm being  called really nasty, and cruel, FOR  TELLING THE TRUTH ABOUT SOMETHING. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blankstare.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":|" title=":| (Blank Stare)" /> I'm  so sick of people who lie. ¬_¬ I don't  know what makes them do things like  that, it doesn't make them any better,  nor does it raise them above anybody,  instead it lowers them, to the point  that nobody trusts them, so yeah. My  family is pissing me off,  grrrrrrrasdyufp8o;  yiad9ps8ry7a4w78pdfuokpsd;ilafyu9  we8o;rypf98oduf8oa7u49pwe8vt7fyv89;fyu7a sd;of. God that feels good. <br />
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Okay I really need to stop stressing  about everything, Buffy is awaiting  me...... /endrant<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Sad story.. fucked up people.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 19 Aug 2004 05:49:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Alot of stuff has happened in the past  week or so. <br />
I've started work, its great. I worked  17 hours last week, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> But only because I  offered, and people rang in sick a few  times..<br />
<br />
I worked tonight, for 4 and a half  hours, because some chick rang in sick,  but I'm only meant to be doing six  hours. Anyway, tonight, a guy came into  the store. He was early 20's, and  retarded. God I feel mean when I say  that, but he had something wrong with  him. I don't mean that as in he had an  attitude problem, but as in, well,  yeah. Anyway, I was like "hi how are  you?" and he started talking to me, but  he was mucking his words up, so I  couldn't fully understand.. but he was  walking to the video store, and  somebody in a car threw a bottle of  drink at him, and it spilt all over  him.. He wasn't bitter about it, but I  felt so sorry, and told the guy how bad  I felt that something like that would  happen, and how sorry it was. I've  noticed that people like himself don't  get all that annoyed, and this guy  wasn't. He couldn't speak correctly,  and it really upset me.<br />
I don't know this guy, but just  speaking for about a minute or two with  him made me feel awful. I went over to  the corner.. I had tears in my eyes, I  started to cry <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" /> I'm a really mean  person, yes, I admit I can laugh at  people, but lately I've been feeling  really bad about things like that, and  just thinking about what happened makes  me cry again.<br />
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I must sound so stupid, but if you were  there I doubt that you wouldn't have  felt awful. Now- I have to do  assignment work before tomorrow, and  learn all this crap. Sorry guys, I  haven't really looked through my  messages, and have tons of  deviations/journals/comments/notes to  go through. So, yeah.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Earrings, jeans, tattoo's, dodgem cars, doctors, w</title>
                <link>http://BeautifulScar.deviantart.com/journal/3097412/</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2004 06:33:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Today I went to the ekka with ~<a href="http://vorty.deviantart.com/">Vorty</a>  and some of his friends.. It was great  fun <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> I got a tattoo, I'll post a  picture later... (its not real) And I  bought some awesome jeans <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/a/aww.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":aww:" title="Aww" /> They are  awesome. I'll post a pic later of me in  my jeans and I'll show you my tattoo..  It cost me $10 and its on my lower  back, and 'tis just black.<br />
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Nick and I went on the er, whats it  called.. um, the chair lift? And I was  tipping this red slurpee thing onto the  people below, it was hilarious! And  Nick was randomly saying hi to people,  and these Asian people were laughing,  they were like "Haw haw haw haw haw,  watch out for your shoes!" And I go  right back to them "haw haw haw haw...  haw..h..aw." Kay it was funny. I got  smashed on the dodgems, I was  practically winded <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" /> And I bought some  earrings, two pairs- and was broke <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nod.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":nod:" title="Nod" /> So  I scabbed some money off my parents.. <br />
<br />
Went home.. watched a dvd in the car,  then later went to the video store and  the owner was there, and I kind of got  voluntered to do some work, so that was  kind of my first work-thing that I did  there, I'm officially working tomorrow,  but I did a bit of everything tonight..  Put away TONS AND TONS AND TONS AND  TONS of dvds/videos/games, and because  I'm completley un-coordinated, so I was  dropping videos everywhere.. And  because I wasn't in uniform, I was  paranoid that the owner would see my  tattoo, and I was wearing tight jeans  and this shirt that.. well, isn't  exactly a working shirt. And it was  pink. Why the fuck did I wear a pink  shirt? I dunno, nothing was clean.  Anywho. I get paid (I think) And  because its a public holiday I GET PAID  DOUBLE <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> Even though I did like two  hours, I think its $30.. Considering I  didn't do much but drop videos, scratch  the owner and his son (Yes.. They were  passing me dvds and I accidentally  scratched them both<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blankstare.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":|" title=":| (Blank Stare)" />), talk about how  smiling at customers would help prevent  them from robbing a store, having a  debate with some guy about how Shrek 2  wasn't yet out.. It was okay.<br />
My phone started ringing I was like o_O  I forgot I had it on, but it was kay  the owner and his son are pretty nice.<br />
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So, I have a shirt- Video Ezy shirt..  Its really big <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> But I'm excited. I have  the doctors to go to tomorrow (I'm  really sick, I have trouble breathing),  then I'm getting a new bank account,  then work.<br />
So, yeah. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~BeautifulScar</author>
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                <title>My Birthday Yesterday - Finally 15</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 05 Aug 2004 04:28:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm finally 15, I don't know how much  longer I could go on being fourteen.  Sounds lame, but I want to grow up.. In  a way I want to stay a kid, but 14 is  kind of in between..<br />
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Thankyou so much to everybody for the  happy birthdays, the hugs, the kisses (<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/e/embarrassed.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":blush:" title="Blush" /> ),the messages, the cards, the  presents, the letters, the phone calls,  cakes, everything. I've had a really  great two days, I had cake with my  friends at school yesterday, and I  found out that I got a job <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/a/aww.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":aww:" title="Aww" /> At the  video store- So I bought myself some  new shoes, okay I lied I didn't buy  them, but its all the same. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=P" title="=P (Razz)" /> I have to  be there at 7:30 on Saturday morning to  "meet the other staff" so I'm a little  excited..<br />
<br />
Then Saturday afternoon I have about 12  people coming over for a party, dress  up.. theme.. thing. Its a sleepover, I  can't wait <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> Today and yesterday have  been great days for me. Besides a few  things; (Confused about whether to quit  piano and singing or not, go back to  acting, grr) everything has been great.  I have a new phone and its awesome, I  got some dvds, and I have the choice to  either go to Sydney to see the Lion  King or to Melbourne to see Phantom of  the Opear. I'm obsessed with Phantom,  but I would prefer to go to Sydney  (*cough* Daniel *cough)<br />
So, life is going great for me. School  is boring, and I have tons of work to  do for that, but things are going  really nicely. I can't wait until my  party.. I might post pics if I'm  bothered. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~BeautifulScar</author>
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                <title>Heartbreaking bitch</title>
                <link>http://BeautifulScar.deviantart.com/journal/3023251/</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 02 Aug 2004 00:42:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I need to talk to her. I hate her, but  I miss her- in a way. I really hate  what shes done to me, how shes made me  feel. Though I don't talk to her so  much, she remains in my life.. I hate  her, damnit. I'm gonna write something  and send it to her, soooo bear with me.<br />
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I don't know why I'm writing this to  you- but I feel as though I have to.  How longs it been since we've stopped  talking? Months? I don't remember  talking to you since Febuary. This is a  long needed email.. I'm sick of  everything you did to me- All of the  ignoring of me and how I felt, ignoring  who I REALLY AM. I didn't lie to you.  About anything. I was truthful the  whole fucking time, yet you still have  to make up these lies to try and  "right" things in your little mind?<br />
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I know you're going to hate me once and  for all after this, but I don't know  how much worse this can get. You may  think not much of what happened between  us, but months down the track I still  think about it. I guess its just one of  those permanent things that don't go  out of my life. I can't stand this any  longer. Do you really think that  stopping communication with me was the  best thing to do? Maybe so, I know I  worry a lot less, but the way you "went  out" with the "You lied to me" About  such things as my age, god.<br />
How many times did I apolagise to you?  Thinking that because you were angry,  it was because of ME? You'd make up  some lame excuse about something I did,  to what.. Make you feel better? I  really did trust you. Think of yourself  as a scapegoat, whatever- I never  treated you like that. You said you'd  listen to me, so I'm pretty sure that  somebody wouldn't go back on their  promise, but still I'm not so sure that  you'd even give a fuck about me, and  how I feel. I'm sitting here  practically crying thinking of  everything that has happened with you.  I probably shouldn't have trusted you  in the first place.. I have nobody to  talk to in my life now. I'm not a  fucking attention seeker!!<br />
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I know how I feel, and I can't do  anything about it. I get so stressed  REALLY easily, I worry about everything  and it overwhelms me. I can't deal with  anything anymore. I know you're not  entirely to blame, but things just suck  so much now. I know I'm bitching to  you, but I don't know what to do.  Reading this, you're going to think I'm  a pathetic little attention seeker, but  I don't know if I care so much anymore.  I apolagised to you almost every day  for things I didn't even know I'd done.  I'd apolagise because you were in a bad  mood, I'd apolagise if something was  wrong, which didn't concern me- but  somehow, everything ended up being my  fault. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
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Don't you dare say for once that you  never tried to hurt me, because so much  of the stuff that I feel now has to do  with you. You'd probably think that  everything that you did couldn't affect  me so, oh but it has. This "little  thing" between you and I has blown up,  and I think about it heaps. Never have  I really admitted to anybody what  happened, but I don't know how  something like this could have gone  unnoticed. <br />
You're.. HOW old? 19, huh? Or 20? Well  thats something thats true, AT LEAST.  Why couldn't you just have used your  common sense, and seen how much you've  hurt me. I am fucking fourteen.. well  its my birthday this week, so much for  visiting me then. Thirteen even, last  year- when some of this stuff went on. <br />
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Yes, think of me as a psychotic little  bitch, 'sif I care. You probably won't  even reply to this. <br />
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Just wanted to let you know how much  you hurt me, and that just by stopping  talking to me it won't go away.<br />
Oh I DID love you too.<br />
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I don't even know if I'm going to send  her that. I feel a little better  getting it down, though.. Its just a  part of my life, something I've tried  to deal with. *sigh* Talking to my  friend online is good, but I have  nobody in real life that would actually  care to sit me down and ask whats  wrong. I have friends who care, but I  hate bothering them, oh and SOME of  them have opinions that really hurt.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Deep, silent, complete</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 31 Jul 2004 19:13:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Okay I love that song <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/a/aww.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":aww:" title="Aww" /> I have been  confused about stuff with Daniel, but  he called me last night.. He was a  little drunk (But hes not the sort of  person who gets extremley intoxicated,  and can barely speak) but he said to me  that everybody was playing spin the  bottle and asking him to do stuff, but  he said that he loves me and that he'd  never do anything to hurt me. <br />
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I dunno, it was really sweet. I was  like crying, lol. Hes never said that  to me before, well on the phone at  least. It probably sounds really stupid  if you're reading this, but I thought  it was nice.. Even if he was drunk. <br />
Kay right now I'm talking to my friend  organising Daniel and my wedding.<br />
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Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm allowed to dream <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/g/giggle.gif" width="17" height="15" alt=":giggle:" title="Giggle" />  Okay we would get married on the  beach..It would be late afternoon,  going on sunset.. But not too dark..  and we would have no shoes on. Kay I am  officially a freak. But let me go on,  please. We are going to frolick in the  sand dunes and make chillllllllllldren  weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Sorry. <br />
Thats about all.. lol.<br />
Its my birthday in 3 days, I've been  cleaning up and stuff. Oh, we are  moving in about 6 weeks! We were going  to subdivide our land, but its taken  about 2-3 years to go through, so we  got a really good price on our house  and sold it like, a few days ago. Our  house is a messsss.<br />
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I've been rearranging furniture and  stuff, its kind of a hard job, but fun  in a way.. Heaps of lifting. I can't  wait until we move. Its so hard to find  a house. Theres a 12 month wait on a  builder, so we're going to find an  existing fairly new house and do it  up.. We need a 5 bedroom house, 'cos  there are 6 of us. So, I can't wait!  Heaps of stuff is happening, and  everybody is busy, but life is pretty  good. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I miss Daniel so much..</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 30 Jul 2004 00:30:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I miss Daniel so much.. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" /><br />
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Damn this whole long distance  relationship thing.. Damn it.<br />
I miss him so much.. I want this to  work SO much.. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~BeautifulScar</author>
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                <title>WHAT A PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR ART. Who's seen this?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 25 Jul 2004 03:10:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <img src="http://pictureposter.allbrand.nu/pictures/elissa/bs-life.jpg" alt="life" /><br />
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<a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/9155869/">[link]</a><br />
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How pathetic is that. I'm sorry, I get  pissed off, but never do I get directly  pissed because of peoples opinions or  art. I posted a comment, and never do I  get so angry like that. I hate  receiving comments like that myself,  but this girl was just asking for it.<br />
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The shot, itself, is .. to put it  simply, crap. Nothing special there.  What annoyed me was her opinion. I was  on the verge of tears when I saw the  description, and how harsh and shallow  some people can be. I hate people like  that. I really really really really  really do. I'm not really overweight  myself, but I know people who are, and  its awful.. She followed somebody whom  she has no knowledge of, took their  picture, ridiculed them, and posted it  on her art site. She doesn't know this  woman.<br />
For all she knows, she may be the most  loving mother, most loving wife, (she  has a pram in the picture) nobody  knows.<br />
God I'm sorry I'm rambling, but it  really upset me. I posted a long  comment,  if you can find it <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nod.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":nod:" title="Nod" /><br />
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It really upset me that people can be  so sad like that.. What also upset me,  from the same girls gallery, was <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/8674307/">[link]</a>  I actually started crying when I looked  at it. I don't know, maybe it isn't all  that bad, but the fact that she can  take a picture of somebody like that,  post it on her site and call it art?  I'm not criticising the man, but the  photographer. Shes not making such a  joke out of it as she was the obese  lady, but its not as though she is  concerned for that mans wellbeing. For  all she knows, that man may have lived  the saddest life ever.. <br />
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I had my job interview for the thingy  today. It went alright, don't know if I  will get the job, but well, yes.  School.. tomorrow. *shudder* I'm so  tired!<br />
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<img src="http://pictureposter.allbrand.nu/pictures/elissa/bs-art.jpg" alt="art" /><br />
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                <title>Birthday in three weeks not three months! :|</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 15 Jul 2004 05:01:40 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <img src="http://pictureposter.allbrand.nu/pictures/elissa/bs-life.jpg" alt="life" /><br />
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I feel stupid, lol. Its my birthday on  the 4th of August, which is in 2 weeks  and 6 days. I think, anyway. Well, I  think. My b'day is on the 4th of  August! I'm organising a party, which  is going to be pretty good, I reckon.  I'm inviting so many people.. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blankstare.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":|" title=":| (Blank Stare)" /> I feel  like such a geek talking about this!  Anyway..<br />
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School has been okay. Its been great  getting back to see my friends, and I'm  finding the work amazingly easy. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blankstare.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":|" title=":| (Blank Stare)" /> I  know its only the third day back, but  hey. Science is SO fucking easy! We  have a new teacher, and she told us  about what we are doing this term, and  I'm like <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blankstare.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":|" title=":| (Blank Stare)" /> Fuck. I hate to sound full of  myself, but I know if that if I  actually put work into my assignments  and paid attention, I could have  probably duxed it. I've only relied on  general knowledge, we have the most  fucked up + easy assignments. And the  stuff that we do is .. So easy. I don't  know, I got the results back from some  of my assignments. <br />
I did well, I guess. <br />
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Oh, for English we studied Romeo and  Juliet, and had to write a monologue  acting as one of the characters. I was  Benvolio, and was explaining to the  Friar why I lied and stuff about um,  stuff. I got a B and B- overall which  is just okay. My pedophile english  teacher had crossed out all the names  of the people I mentioned, and had  written others. Because I thought that  Mercutio was Tybalt, and I got it  alllllllllllll mixed up. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/e/embarrassed.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":blush:" title="Blush" /> I feel  stupid, but it was funny!! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/rofl.gif" width="29" height="27" alt=":rofl:" title="rofl" /><br />
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Um okay, a funny story. A few months  ago, I didn't have a science exam, and  with the rest of my class we had like a  spare two periods. So we had to sit in  a room, doing just about nothing. Oh  thats right it was around the time of  easter, so everybody was secretly  eating chocolate. The lady who was  supervising us had her head down in her  work, and was on the phone and stuff,  pretty much ignoring us. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/winkrazz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";P" title="Wink/Razz" /> <br />
We were throwing easter eggs from one  side of the room to another, cuz she  seperated us as we were talking. LMFAO,  she didn't even see!! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/happycry.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":happycry:" title="Tears of joy" /> When she left  the room, we had a full on easter egg  fight. They were going out the windows  and stuff, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/rofl.gif" width="29" height="27" alt=":rofl:" title="rofl" /> It was hilarious! When the  teacher came back, we quickly got back  into our seats and pretended that my  friend had tripped and dropped her  chocolate everywhere. *sigh* it was  hilarious.<br />
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LAST TERM- When we didn't have an exam  also, we were sent to do the same  thing. But instead of sitting there the  whole time, the teacher decided that it  would be better if we go and help the  book lady clean and stuff.<br />
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I HATE THE BOOK LADY. I MEAN IT, I  DESPISE HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She  follows me around the school, I swear!  To molest me or something, Idon't know,  I hate her. Anyway, so we were sent to  clean the books and stack them. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blankstare.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":|" title=":| (Blank Stare)" /> I  swear she was trying to kill us with  what she made us clean the books with.  It was some chemical crap, and my  friend almost passed out... We also had  to stack some books, I was THIS far  from "accidentally" pushing over some  books, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/rofl.gif" width="29" height="27" alt=":rofl:" title="rofl" /> THE BOOK STACK THINGYS WERE  LIKE 2 METRES HIGH, NO JOKE. We  accidentally spilt some of the chemical  crap on the books, and she stressed  out, and kept repeating the words  "RUIN... BOOKS.... DESTROYED...  FOREVER" Well, not exactly but my  friend and I were trying not to laugh.  Thennnnnnnnn, we stepped on a book and  somehow broke it, and she was pretty  much yelling at us. She was trying to  not be angry, but I could tell, she was  really stressed. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/happycry.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":happycry:" title="Tears of joy" /><br />
Why am I babbling on about all of these  memories!? I dunno I was just thinking  about t... ]]></description>
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