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]]> ~GoHome http://GoHome.deviantart.com/journal/10680214/ http://GoHome.deviantart.com/journal/10680214/ Fri, 10 Nov 2006 13:54:21 PST comment and add something to the fuck list
i'll start
fuck sexism
fuck grades
fuck talented people
fuck depression
fuck boys
fuck girls
fuck judgement
fuck procrastination
fuck reuirements
fuck the norm
fuck obsessions
fuck broken hearts
fuck tryouts
fuck hate
fuck videogames
fuck stereotypes
fuck comformests
fuck stupid people

]]> ~GoHome http://GoHome.deviantart.com/journal/9939374/ http://GoHome.deviantart.com/journal/9939374/ Sat, 02 Sep 2006 10:30:31 PDT JUST SATARTED SCHOOL AND THE DORMS DON'T HAVE ENTERNET AND I AM BOOKED AND FREAKING OUT SO I HAVE TO GO BUT KEEP COMMENTING!!

SORRY! ]]> ~GoHome http://GoHome.deviantart.com/journal/9850595/ http://GoHome.deviantart.com/journal/9850595/ Fri, 25 Aug 2006 12:36:20 PDT RULES: The 1st player of this game starts with the topic " 6 weird habits/things about yourself" People who get tagged need to write a Journal about 6 weird habits/things; as well as state this rule clearly. In the end you need to choose the next 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says, "You Are Tagged" on their deviant page and tell them to read yours.

hummmmmmmmmm....
1. i can resite the first page of the first Harry Potter book from memory.
2. i've seen(and own) every single James Bond movie that exists.
3. i feel guilty that i'm not fluent in German after taking it for eight years.
4. i've won solitar multiple times(if your not a card player, piss off it's hard)
5. i hate irrational fears.
6. i once got two of the same fortune in two diffrent fortune cookies in one night.


ok, lets see...
MichealCaesar
Dislexi
tamKU
jgn145
CNWOLF

hey i din't think i had that many friends...well you've been TAGGED!!! ]]> ~GoHome http://GoHome.deviantart.com/journal/9794992/ http://GoHome.deviantart.com/journal/9794992/ Sun, 20 Aug 2006 16:28:57 PDT
thanks ]]> ~GoHome http://GoHome.deviantart.com/journal/9778041/ http://GoHome.deviantart.com/journal/9778041/ Sat, 19 Aug 2006 01:01:35 PDT
Of orange juice running down thawed black top. Crunched glass, like fairy dust, sprinkled over the “play ground” this dumb broken place

But I can’t hurl, with all I have. Can’t give my shoulder whiplash. Stuck in my straight jacket. Pink fuzzy hand cuffs that aren’t. I could jump, but I can’t fly so that would be dumb.

Forever sponge to your drone. I just care about the windows. My migraine. Barely audible. Below sea level. Go ahead! Conjugate me. And tell me I complained, apparently I’m not standing up for anything.

We interrupt this program to yell at you. Because it’s your fault. I took your blame already so take it and pretend to be

That responsible person you show to the audience. How does it feel to be a fraud? I suppose that’s not what your mother calls

You… But it’s your pet name to me. Someone had to tell you you weren’t Peter Pan some day. How does it feel to have blood on your hands? All those people who slit their throats just to get

Away from you. It’s like getting my mouth washed out with duck shaped soap. An animal dissolving in your mouth. Acid saliva eats away yellow feathers. Your stupid snow flake sweater. You wear it like you’re

Not a carnivore just because I flaunt my colors you say I’m vulgar. I’m not vulgar; I’m just not a liar, not you. I don’t like walking on nails for you. Welcome behind the mask! Nothing but clear blue

Yoo-Hoo and smashed oranges screwing glass. So what if I fantasize about Beef Wellington? If you’re unhappy with your green beans you can yell too. But you can’t, wet blanket. Street under const-

-ruction travel at YOUR OWN RISK! It’s not my fault you speed read the sign. This is a one way window so back off. So we both have stains on our pants. You are like a car alarm. I want to throw a bat through the

Hood, but that’s where the trunk it because this is a Porsha. Find your own Laundromat. Someone else can be your gravestone. I’ll sit in the booth facing the wall and I won’t say anything. ]]> ~GoHome http://GoHome.deviantart.com/journal/9763274/ http://GoHome.deviantart.com/journal/9763274/ Thu, 17 Aug 2006 17:56:06 PDT
this trip is almost over. less than 24 hours left. i'm scared. yet excited to move on. life is good. remember that. you are incredible. or atleast as incredible as you push yourself or want yourself to be. i know you have lots of push, and lots of want. if you ever run out of either call me! and i'll tell you to sing Over the Rainbow. or something like that. you have nice hair. never frizzy, always blond. i love you.

CALL ME!

ever yours
(wow i just said that.)
-Hannah


one of my best friends wrote this in my notebook on the last night of our class trip(to costa rica). after going to school with her for nine years, we're going to diffrent High Schools... ]]> ~GoHome http://GoHome.deviantart.com/journal/9730953/ http://GoHome.deviantart.com/journal/9730953/ Mon, 14 Aug 2006 22:23:27 PDT reality shows are...well they defie words.
please tell me what is the point of this show? i mean is Flave trying to trademark the phrase "you know what time it is"? something like arnold trump and "your fired"? ok i know i'm contemplating the meaning of a stupid reality show with girls named wire, beautifull, buck wild, and something(she's the one who shit on the floor)...

SOMEHTING ABOUT ME...
the other night i was watching Snow Wite with my best friend(from Ode to You) and i was sitting there at 1:00am realizing how sexist it was!! i mean it's this story about a beautifull virgin taking care of all seven dwarves by herself, she cooks, she cleans, she kisses them on their head while they go off to work, she prays for Grumpy to like her and for her prince charming...now i know i'm over analizing everything but COME ON! we're promoting sexism to our next generation...plus the closest guy i've ever come to falling in love with definitley doesn't ride a white horse...that would be a little creepy.
And my first kiss was behind the rocking chair in my kindergarten classroom, now does that mean that if i eat a poison apple or a poison twinkey (let's update the story shall we?) do i still get to wake up when a tall tan guy with more highlights in his hair than i have and super white teeth kisses me? did it have to do with the fact that he was prince charming, or that it was her First kiss?

ok now if you're actually reading this please tell me why anyone would ever cheat on Heidi Clume?????????? SHE'S FUCKING HEIDI CLUME?? what do you think you can do better than Heidi clume?? sorry for that momentary outbreak, i'm watching heartbreakers hall of shame on VH1, (best channel ever(except for maybe adult swim) i mean have you seen I Love the 80's? if not you're missing out! the VH1 comedians are THE SHIT!!

ya if you've read all this CONGRADULATIONS you have about as much of a life as i do!! and please leave me a REALLY LONG COMMENT (i don't care what you say) so i have something to do instead of sitting on my ass watching VH1 waiting for the futurama reruns at 2:00am...
thank you thank you i love you all!!! ]]> ~GoHome http://GoHome.deviantart.com/journal/9704685/ http://GoHome.deviantart.com/journal/9704685/ Sat, 12 Aug 2006 17:08:51 PDT
He weeps,
She creeps
She killed his dog
In Tuesday midnight’s soggy fog
Burning with rage
He whimpers in his cage
A fight to the death, who will win?
Brunet devils duel in sin
“I hate you”
“I hate you back”
Lexi kicks him in the sack
Then the poor boy seeing red
Shoots turbo lazars at her head
Forgetting to duck
Shouts “What the fuck…?”
Both will die
None will cry
Drowning in blood
Caked with mud
With last breath
“I hate you!” death

ahh my amusing drama queens (yes nick for the time being you are a girl) thank you so much for the memories,
good times at the library ]]> ~GoHome http://GoHome.deviantart.com/journal/9616651/ http://GoHome.deviantart.com/journal/9616651/ Sun, 06 Aug 2006 11:04:03 PDT It’s hard to hear the voice
Over the noise of the microwave
Heating up my TV dinner
And it’s hard to pay attention
On a day like today
105 keep the fans on high all day,
And its nights like this
When you don’t look at the stars
Unless you’re in love,
But tonight is a night I don’t care about
And I’m not thinking
What I could get for God$ voice
On E-bay
In these most troubled times
It’s a good thing Superman doesn’t run on gas
(Prices are way up)
Can I tell you a secret?
My destiny
Is to ride a go cart around
Delivering valentines to terrorists (they prefer Mr. President)
Forever
And I’m not afraid of death
(I’m afraid of life)
Death is a simple drive in movie
I have someone
He walks with his hands in his pockets
And his headphones on
(Blocking out the world he’s afraid of)
He has a nervous twitch
And he doesn’t wear his glasses,
I’d never tell him but he’s my angel
And sometimes I’m his baby girl
(p.s. I’m not sorry for believing you)

I baked a pie of diamonds
And buried it in my backyard
(X marks the spot)

I kissed your dope
And walked by the Zyklon-b,
Hissing death,
Without taking notice
It’s not hard to step over bodies
In Prada
Life’s pretty easy when the only thing weighting you down
Is the Trojan in your pocket
Why is it weighting you down?
It’s just a deflated balloon,
Donde es mi treistes clown?
A. Gettysburg, 1863
B. Germany, 1942
C. Hiroshima, 1945
D. The Middle East, now

In 1863 women weren’t allowed in the army
In 1942 people weren’t allowed to live
My how things have changed!
Well, let’s have a party to celebrate equal rights (yah, right!)
And toast with the only thing we have left
blood
Is yours any better than mine?
After all it’s the same color,
It’s a*l*w*a*y*s the same color
…we aren’t too noble anymore are we?
But you’ll put up your shield and say
Abortion is murder
But does anyone really care about murder anymore?
We’ve all killed someone in our hearts,
What’s wrong now that we’re doing it with our minds?
It’s all the same irrational fear of being naked
And letting people see
What’s there
Can you admit you’re afraid?
I CAN’T

* * * * * *

I read the magazines,
At least I look at the pictures
Please tell me why the models always look sad?
What do they have to be sad about?
They don’t eat TV dinners seven days a week

…I’m going to go sit down now,
As for God,
I haven’t decided weather or not
I’m going to listen yet
(It depends on
Weather or not
You’ve decided if you’re
Going to listen yet) ]]> ~GoHome