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japan, italy, france, spain, egypt.
plus so many more.. those are the places that i want to be.
a week from tomorrow, school = out.
& well. pretty much. i can't wait.
i hated this year with a passion. and. it's good to end.
there was a lot that i learned though, and i don't regret that.
[i probably should]
so today my mother and i went swimsuit shopping.
and i bought a new bathing suit, that was way to expensive.
i've come to the conclusion that bathing suits cost waaaay to much.
my boobs don't even fit, i'll have to readjust it every 2.5 seconds.
oops.
i've been more lonely than ever lately.
when summer comes i hope it doesn't get worse.
but knowing summer, it probably will.
someone come and fall in love with me or something.
and then i can fall in love with you?
just because it's that fucking easy for stuff like that to happen.
♥
[i'm so young to.. i need/want love to much for my age]
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[I'm Pointing To Some Random Place On A Globe, Because I'll Be Content Pretty Much Anywhere Away From Here, Probably]
Ninety degrees. Walking around Newbury Street in Boston. Gay Pride Parade, Record Stores = Buying CD's, Urban Outfitters. Thinking, Realizing, Denying again(wishing that I could learn to accept some things so it wouldn't be so confusing all the time). We come home. I go out again. To dinner, Lior&Diana. We laughed to much, and we talked to much[???], the people sitting behind us got moved. We went to my house. They left at 11.
The rest of the night: Burning incense, writing, listening to music, thinking, SLEEP.
Today: Graduation party.
Tomorrow: School. The last full week, then two days next week. Two days in preparation of finals, two days OF finals, one day of cleaning out lockers and yearbook stuff, then Six Flags or something on Monday, then that's it. It's over. Summer. I can't wait. I've said this a few times before. I'm dying for those three months of nothing.
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(i make kind of weird faces sometimes)
sometimes i'm walking along to school or something, and then all of a sudden i remember something cute, so i really have to hold back laughter so i don't just start burst out laughing all by myself on the sidewalk or something. what a run-on sentence that was. well, anyway. i just look to the ground and smile really big, and it might look equally weird. but that's okay, because school gets out the tuesday after next tuesday.
i don't know what to do with my hair.
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I REALLY WISH THAT MSN MESSENGER STILL WORKED. what a drag. it's much funner getting the little pop-ups whenever you get an e-mail, instead of actually having to check it. o4yizjhoa948hjafh.
my favourite hairclip broke. i got barbecue sauce all over my bright eyes hoodie [the one i wear pretty much everyday of my life or something]. in ceramics the clay had mold all over it... but we were still supposed to use it; the thing is that i didn't, because i couldn't get myself to touch it or something... so i didn't get anything done and the project was due today. that was my day in a nutshell for you, pretty much.
or those were the bad parts of my day. there was one really cool thing that happened though. which was when i was eating my trix cereal, i found a little yellow car inside. so now as soon as i finish this entry, i'm probably going to go and decorate it with the stickers that it came with or something. and then shoot it across the floor with it's little speed launcher. i'm pretty attatched to it by now.
i'm going to newbury street this weekend, i hope that you're interested in being my date. i need to buy some stuff, & i haven't been in a while. we'll take the t or something, maybe saturday. and um. it'll be nice.
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[02 Jun 2005|10:13pm] |
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school is almost over, and i can't wait. roughly two more weeks. this is exciting.
i've been really tired lately. i can't concentrate on school. i need those three months of summer where you just stay out late and sleep late and hang out with people without worrying about school. i go to bed at a decent time, and i can hardly get up in the morning i'm so tired. my mom wants me to do community service/volunteer work over the summer, but no thanks mommy? i don't need to hear your stupid shit. it's fucking summertime, let me do what i want. okay thanks.
this weekend should be pretty good, i guess. unless. something bad happens on friday night that makes me get grounded or something. what a bitch. please don't get me involved in your stupid drama shit. well yeah. i don't want to be a part of your new life?? cool!?!?
i look confused in that picture above i guess. haha umm, 0985295-gjkls. i don't even know anymore.
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lior is here:
i heart her<38973469
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i guess that maybe we might be going to california/san francisco this summer. or at least that's what my mom and i talked about, and she thinks it would be nice. so do i. i like airplanes and traveling, etc. it's neat. the thing is that it probably isn't going to happen, because she says stuff like that sometimes. but if it did, i would like that.
other than that i like how it's raining outside and the ice cream truck is driving around. it's cute. the thing is, it might be nice if it stopped raining, because it hasn't for a while.
i can't wait for school to end.
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[26 May 2005|03:38pm] |
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it was pretty fucking cute how everyone said happy birthday to me yesterday, and gave me presents and cards and stuff. my goodness.
♥
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so we've had mcas everyday this week.
um, i hate it?
because i come home everyday and i am exhausted.
by about 7:30 i am ready to fall asleep.
last night i did fall asleep.
i was doing my homework on my bed, and i was listening to the smiths.
and then my dad was in my room looking for some tape, and like, "hey lady, wake up," o0ps?
anyways, mcas is pretty easy.
well the math isn't, because that's just me.. really fucking bad at math.
but today we had both sessions of science and it was easy.
yesterday we had the first session of science, and tomorrow we have the next/last session of math.
science was a fucking breeze.
i hate pop-ups a lot.
tomorrow is my birthday.
and birthday's are kind of neat.
so since it is between steve and bob's birthday's, we are all going to have a celebration at lunch.
because that's the way that we do things: really lovely.
so it's going to be this big half hour celebration.
tomorrow is just part one though :]
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so i heard that the spice girls are reuniting? some girl said that she heard it on the news today. i don't know if she was lying or not. but um. if she wasn't, then that's pretty cool. and it's time to start getting all my dolls and cd's out and stuff. i hope they go ontour. because. i would be there at their concert. up front and everything.
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My Myspace isn't working. I can't say I'm too sure about what really happened. But whenever I try to post comments, it just brings me to Home. I'm not even that overly obsessed with Myspace, but this does bother me. Who knows.
I thought a lot today, and no one cared.
[edit] Just kidding, because Steve and Jamie cared ♥
Bright Eyes is tomorrow:]
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