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Sunday, February 1st, 2004
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i'm done here.
new journal: twenty_above for those who care. otherwise rock on.
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Thursday, January 22nd, 2004
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Hamlet: Do you see nothing there?
The Queen: Nothing at all, yet all that is I see.
[today seemed like a good day to die.]
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Monday, January 19th, 2004
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| Time: | 12:28 am. |
| Mood: |  lonely. | | Music: | i'm dying tomorrow - alkaline trio. |
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I really liked my dress. I really love Dede, Catie and Andrea. Even though Dede took my rambo ribbon while I was sleeping.
Excuse me if I don't talk much in the next few days or week. I don't feel very well.
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Monday, January 12th, 2004
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| Subject: | nimrod |
| Time: | 4:07 pm. |
| Mood: |  amused. | | Music: | AFI - black sails in the sunset. |
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Seth York knows his stuff:: [given the scalpel, they dissect a kiss; or, sold the reason, they undream a dream]
I can't wait until June. California. Providence. and sixflags with Kourt-knee.
I'm exhausted from bouncing around. I wish I could go home and crawl into my own bed. But instead I get to crawl into a foreign bed under a quilt my memere didn't make and sleep a shallow sleep. I'm heart breakingly in love today, and I wouldn't change it.
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Tuesday, December 16th, 2003
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| Time: | 9:11 pm. |
| Music: | white zombie.. |
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I still believe that the greatest thing in the world is that Seth went out and bought the Lizzie McGuire soundtrack the day it came out.
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Sunday, November 23rd, 2003
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| Time: | 4:32 pm. |
| Mood: |  mellow. | | Music: | 'jet black new year' -thursday. |
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Little girls in expensive dresses. Flowers that bloom only in the winter. The way it feels to fall asleep next to someone. The fifth stair that always creaks, and I chipped my bass because I have a "bad temper"
this is the game that moves as you play
one thousand dollars in debt. eyes that only see fog. silhouttes on white walls and mirrors that only detect shadows. Empty rooms and dusty curtains. Voices that echoe through the dark and people and moments you can never wash out of your clothes. Convince yourself this is how it's supposed to be and maybe it won't hurt so much. "Because photos lie, and liars use photos" scrape away the layers and figure out what means the most to you.
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Sunday, October 26th, 2003
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| Time: | 5:22 pm. |
| Mood: |  annoyed. | | Music: | bell, book and candle. -treos. |
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It's highschool afterall.. what's a true friend
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sick.