skippi16
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2008 3 December :: 10.03pm
Is there anything more stupid...
so today was one of the worst days of my life.... for one single reason, my ass got fired from ponderosa... for some of the fucking dumbest reasons ever!! there is an underlying reason of the company going under and i was one of the highest payed employee's and i think they were makin up a bunch of bullshit so they could get rid of me but its official i am jobless, and right before xmas.
its a fresh start yes, but i can be out of a job, i have bills to pay too.
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m&ms487
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2008 6 December :: 2.30pm
I turn 21 tomorrow.
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egotrip
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2008 2 December :: 10.07pm
I don't want to live here anymore.
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shannonw55
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2008 2 December :: 8.08pm
:: Mood: restless
:: Music: Wallis Bird - Counting to Sleep
Counting 1,2,3,4
Consequence can bear resemblance
To a swinging door
The way I’m acting is ridiculous
Like a dog in heat – following and sniffing your tail
What is wrong with me?
I know, I know
'Cos you're a delicate feather that swings in the air
It’s a vision I carry so sorry if I stare
And I have to be careful you’re a
Bubble in my hand
So we stole a car, for some release
But we didn’t get far – cos I couldn’t drive
And I made up words, for some release
Cos all we could say was gibberish slurs
And I distanced myself, for some release
Then developed my love for you, when I couldn’t sleep
Counting 1,2,3,4
The times I couldn’t breathe when I kissed you
Wanting more and more
I never felt this way before
Really something new
Or really something deliciously dangerous
And it’s only you
But you’re wild, you’re wild
And you're a delicate feather that swings in the air
It’s a vision I carry so sorry if I stare
And I have to be careful you’re a
Bubble in my hand
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beckaboo
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2008 2 December :: 11.39am
This is the world as we know it.
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skife
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2008 2 December :: 4.07am
i was bored, how well do you know me?
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beckaboo
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2008 1 December :: 6.32pm
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
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Everything smells like garlic.
((and it's wrong that you aren't here))
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phil-himself
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2008 1 December :: 2.49pm
Saturday night at the liquor store
Thought this sounded kinda dirty
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beckaboo
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2008 1 December :: 10.41am
I may have to marry Ben Folds.
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skife
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2008 1 December :: 4.34am
I'm still not content with the way things have worked out.
fuck it dude, shits over.
If you don't stand for nothing I can't really stand behind you
Who knew you withdrew your point of view
I lost mine, you cry and whine all the time
And I cant stand aside or anywhere near you
I'd get in check, you're a wreck, no respect,
In effect you elect me to fuckin' hate you
I'll break you down on the ground, I've found
You're a clown, I'm around, you want war? I'll take you
Stand aside, take a ride, I won't try, you're a lie, my lyrical lesson will teach you
So take a stand if you can, my man, go where I stand, I'll hold my land
But in the real world you get squashed and then stung
Get hit bitch, slit, aw then you get hung
in a fantasy all day long, it must be so fun being so fucking dumb
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egotrip
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2008 30 November :: 8.07pm
:: Mood: Hunting Bears/Radiohead
One night, a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: one belonging to him and the other to the Lord. When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life. This really bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it.
"Lord, You said that once I decided to follow You, You'd walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed You most, You would leave me."
The Lord replied, "My precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints in the sand, it was then that I carried you."
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mothman
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2008 30 November :: 2.39am
:: Mood: cheerful
:: Music: Norah Jones: Live in Paris
Norah Jones and Life
I have fallen head over heels for the lovely Norah Jones. I wouldn't call it an obsession, however I do not think this is healthy at all. I rarely am able to get my hands on an album that I can listen to in its entirety, let alone a complete discography!
I am going to make it a point to update this journal more often.
Since I have done everything but be diligent this thanksgiving break, tomorrow will be a day full of homework.
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skife
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2008 29 November :: 1.55pm
:: Mood: irritated
When your friends call me crying looking for you, I think thats a sign that you should quit being so flakey.
and i take care of your fek-in cat while your gone and you can't even come over to thank me.
I'm very very underappericated.
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.j.e.s.s.
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2008 29 November :: 10.15am
i am so fricken mad and upset
my backpack was stolen out of my car at jess's house. yes ii should have locked my car but i forgot to seriously for the like the only time ever. i never forget to lock it.
and i was even parked inside of her garage. who does that?
yeah and everything was in it... including an assignment that is a complilation of events that we had to go to throughout the semester with signed sheets by deaf people and/or hosts who were at the events. things i can't replace.
and papers i wrote that i saved on a flashdrive that was also in the backpack
and videos i recorded that were saved on a flashdrive that was in the backpack
and fucking books that are fucking expensive that i would have continued to use in the following like... 2 semesters. because we continue to use our books because all our classes are based on sign language.
god
i am so pissed and upset and i seriously take this as a sign just like i do everyting because ibelieve in that crap. i take it as a sign that maybe i'm not meant to be going for sign language because now my grades are probably not goign to be good enough to pass if i can't turn in my journal.
great
dfa;lfjdl;skfja;sdlfj;aksjf;asdjfl; fuck and i dont want to be here at work . fuck this. and i swear to god i'm gonna fuckin throw a boulder at this stupid radio that i can't reach because it is playing christmas music and it is so fucking stupid.adsfd;skfjadl;sfjd;sfjasdlfajdksfjadl;sfjadl;sfjdfj
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phil-himself
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2008 29 November :: 4.16am
Another fun night of bowling. My game average has a direct correlation with beer consumption however, fun times none the less. Really getting into bowling, going to get a ball for christmas from the folks.
Open invite for any friends that want to join us in bowling alley shennaniganz, hit me up for details.
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