To: Mommy in the sense of why do you love me? Do you even love me? I'm not your baby anymore.
"Why do you love me"
I´m no barbie doll
I´m not your baby girl
so I´ve done ugly things and I have made mistakes
and I am not as pretty as those girls in magazines
I am rotten to my core if they´re to be believed
so what if I´m no baby bird hanging upon your every word?
nothing ever smells of roses that rises out of mud
why do you love me
why do you love me
why do you love me it´s driving me crazy
why do you love me
why do you love me
why do you love me it´s driving me crazy
why do you love me
why do you love me
why do you love me it´s driving me crazy
why do you love me
why do you love me
you´re not some baby boy
why you acting so surprised
you´re sick of all the rules
well I´m sick of all your lies
now I´ve held back a wealth of shit I think I´m gonna choke
I´m standing in the shadows with the words stuck in my throat
does it really come as a surprise when I tell you I don´t feel good?
that nothing ever came from nothing man
oh man ain´t that the truth
why do you love me
why do you love me
why do you love me it´s driving me crazy
why do you love me
why do you love me
why do you love me it´s driving me crazy
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why do you love me
why do you love me
I get back up and I do it again
I get back up and I do it again
I get back up and I do it again
I get back up and I do it, I do it again
I think you´re sleeping with a friend of mine
I have no proof but i think that I´m right
and you´ve still got the most beautiful face
it just makes me sad most of the time
I get back up and I do it again
I get back up and I do it again
I get back up and I do it again
I get back up and I do it, I do it again
I do it again
I do it again
I do it again
why do you love me
why do you love me
why do you love me it´s driving me crazy
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i can't wait! school's about to start and i'm so excited because it means that time is actually moving!! i'm moving towards the end of the year! soon i will be back home...my real home for things like homecoming, football, halloween where i am taking people around to trick or treat, then it'll be thanksgiving and i'll see my family who'll shake their heads at me saying "do you know how much pain you cause your mother?" and in the same breath "we're proud of you! keep your dreams afloat!" and "when do we get to meet alex?" then christmas where i'll be finding presents for all my friends at home and possibly distribute them personally. then it'll be 2006, one year till i graduate. my resolution will be to not have a resolution. then i'll be forced to endure another valentine's day boyfriendless and my entire day will be spent thinking of him. then i'll turn 17 and i'll wait for st. patrick's day where i'll hand out shamrock's. then it'll be prom. where i can't take any of my true friends because they're against dress code. then it'll be the end of the year. and i'll have to decide.
do i want to do something for myself, to make myself happy, continue the dream i've had since 9th grade...
or do i want to do something for my mom. remain her 'little girl' for one more year.
i'm always thinking of the future...and for the first time my future is blurred past this moment.
i just want a friend. here. one that's over the age of 15. is always near me. someone who'll come over when i call crying my eyes out because i'm grounded from seeing the love of my life again. who brings me a coke or coffee, who'll accompany me to barnes and noble, stay hours with me without saying "i'm bored". someone who'll go into hollister and talk to mannequins, then turn to a worker and say "i'm sorry! you look so much alike!" someone who'll spend the night in my tent and make loud noises to annoy my sister. who'll help me stick post it notes to all my sister's stuff that say mean things about school...who'l
Alrighty now...in a few short weeks I'll be beginning another set of high school drama. But hey, now I guess I can start all over. I can be either extremely quiet (for the mysterious thing) and every time I talk I say something sarcastic or evil, and people's only response is..."whoa, she spoke!" Or I can be the bubbly optimistic type, always happy, spreading optimism to my fellow uniformed students. Or I can simply be weird...you know the movie 'Saved'? I can be the Jewish girl. Without the Jewish-ness. Or...(scary music for all my friends who know me)...I can be a cheerleader again. *Hysterical laughter* SHUT UP, MAN! Or I can simply be the stoneer. Everybody loves them.
I have to admit, I'm afraid. I've seen some of the people I'll be going to school with, but I feel so different. Brother David (Bro Dave) says my class is "Lovely...I'm quite prejudice to them, and they know it, that's not a good thing!" What if he doesn't think I'm lovely? What if people are so tight in their own bonds of friendship that they've formed since kindergarten, that they don't want to open up to me? They seem nice enough, but honestly...who wants to waste time on me...I'm really quite odd.
Plus, I'm really sorry to you. And you know who you are. I feel really bad, I'm sorry I'm not grown up, or mature. I didn't mean to do what I did...HONESTLY
Also, I feel like I've let one of my friends down, because she learned something about me she didn't know. I'm sorry babe. I've stopped.
Please, people in Ste. Gen...don't forget me!!! Please don't stop talking to me...and for you certain slackers...GET YOUR LICENSES!!! (mwah!) Please come visit me...I'll give you a cookie.
What Would You Do If:
I said I liked u
I lived next door to u
I started smoking/ drinking
I stole something
I was hospitalized
I ran away from home
I got into a fight and u weren’t there
What Do You Think About My:
Personality
Eyes
Hair
Body (lets not answer this one PLEASE)
Would You:
Be my friend
Keep a secret if I told u one
Hold my hand
Take a bullet for me
Keep in touch
Try and solve my problems
Love me
Go out with me
Have You Ever:
Lied to make me feel better
Wanted to kiss me
Wanted to have sex with me (dont answer that!)
Kept something important from me
Thought I was unbearably annoying
And more:
Are we friends
When and how did we meet
Describe me in one word
What was your first impression
Do u still think that way about me now
What reminds you of me
If u could give me anything what would it be
How well do u know me
When is the last time u seen me
Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn’t
R u gonna put this on urs to see what I say about u
Have you ever liked me and do u still
It happened.
The thing I know She's been longing to say to me has been said.
"You've been acting terrible since Pat died. He's dead. Move on with your life. Stop being so moody."
Fuck you.
While I'm not a big fan of the phrase "fuck you" I find I cannot think of anything else to express my disgust and hate.
Yes, I've been mopey. I'm not myself, I'm more thoughtful, prone to being in my room for hours at a time, going away from home often. It's not just Pat. It's just...I guess I was struggling with the best and worst of my year...then Pat brought me to terms with reality, my own mortality, the scales of my mind tip so easily, and Pat was a giant weight sat on the side of the negative.
I often wonder why...Pat was a good kid. If there is a fucking God out there, why did he choose Pat? Pat went to church, he didn't make anyone truly mad, everyone was happy around him. The saddest I've seen anyone around Pat was at his funeral. Why couldn't it have been someone else? Someone who's mean? One of those jerk-off types from school? One of those Jesus-haters, a sarcastic melodramatic type? Me? Why the happy one? Why Happy Pat? Honestly...I don't know why...I feel overly dramatic like those sappy TV shows...but I would've taken Pat's place. I don't believe Pat ever wanted to die. I have, A part of me still wants to. Pat got along with everyone, he was a happy kid, he had plans, he was making a movie...but I don't think people would've grieved so bad if it had been me...the sarcastic bitchy one in the back of class.
But I'm not like this just because of Pat.
Mr. Boyd...Mr. Fucking Boyd. Thank you, my dearest elder, my authority figure, one of the people I'm supposed to admire and write career papers about. You made me realize what a bitch life is and what an ass mankind can be.
Five years...five long years...being a nerd, then on Su-Co, then a cheerleader, then a reject lesbian wannabe, and now the person I'm happy with. Five years to get here, to make these friends, to get the boyfriend that makes me want to get up in the morning and live. You took it all away because you are an enormous pompous ass. I'll never, ever forgive you. Even if I do get into NYU, even if I do get a job at SPIN magazine, I'll always blame you for me losing the people I've loved most in my entire life.
I have to move. I have to go to a new school.
I went to have a look at my new school. It's a Catholic school. I have no problem with being Catholic except that we can be overzealous with the Holiness thing. But I pull up to the school, a banner reads "Let us Pray", statues of Mary and Joseph litter the school grounds, crosses stand over the soccer fields, in the school halls there are many, many more statues. I don't want to be watched constantly by those statues. They probably have them in bathrooms. This is going to be the most unpleasant year ever. This year will be what kills me.
I'm going to fucking die.
And She reminded me. Thanks. Feel free to read all the rest of my diary entries, look through my messages, ground me from the car so I can't see my pot-smoking friends that I apparently have. Berate me for making jokes about smoking and drugs. How dare I have a sense of humor about life. Go ahead read. I can't hide anything from you...you get in everything.
As I speak, I swing myself upside down. I speak of love, the world, injustices, vengence. My face begins to turn pink as though I am embarrassed by my thoughts. I want to turn to you and tell you everything in my mind, I want you to know everything I feel, everything. I want you to want to feel what I feel. I want to run with you anywhere, but current life is dark, I don't know what's going to happen. I don't like not knowing where I'm going. I like to plan. I try to find your hand, I clutch it and run. I don't care where I'm running to, as long as you're there. I want to tell you all these things, but I feel as though I should keep them to myself, but I can't. I want to shout to the world my feelings, but I may become embarrassed, that's a worse feeling than jealousy. I want to keep you to myself, I want to hold you in my arms, make every other girl and guy go away so you can be mine, and so that I may stop worrying, stop my jealousy. I want to turn right side up, stop my face from turning pink, but there's no turning back. I've opened up, and now I can't stop. I'm emotional, uncertain...I want the summer to last forever. I want to climb to the hayloft and sit, I want to lay on the trampoline, I want to climb trees, I want lay in the sun and paint to my heart's content. I want you to come with me. Come with me. Help me, even if I don't know what's coming, as long as I'm with you...I'm content.
go here and learn intelligent insults
http://www.pet
My newest alter egos:
-Betsy-
Betsy is a bitch. She has red hair and green eyes. She hates reading and watching movies, she is a soap opera freak, and because she watches soap operas, she is rather dramatic. She loves to be mean and critical. If you talk with Betsy, she will offend you.
-Karma-
Karma is a "hippie". I say "hippie" because while enjoying the traditional mind altering substances of the hippie culture, the vegan dishes, and the no bra-prairie skirt fashion, Karma loves punk music and shoes.
-Billy-
Billy is the animal inside. Billy is a kittie. With sharp claws and she likes to bite. Why she's a girl and named Billy...my secret.
-Dave-
Dave is my male counterpart. Dave is just like me, with a smaller chest, shorter hair, and well...he's a guy, but he acts like me. He still likes shoes. And punk music. And Alex.
hey, mom if you're reading this, you're in a place you shouldn't be. you tell me i talk too much about things that don't matter, well on here are some things that are either so personal i don't want you to know them (plus my friends read them and help, and they don't mind the cursing or drug references) or they're really random and don't super matter! please, leave me and my last personal space alone!! you've invaded my room, my other diaries, my desk, pictures, everything, please, just leave this one alone.
love, danielle
okay, so i have a friend whose sister is the editor of a magazine called 'gaytway', by the mispelling you may have guessed that it's about people that are gay or supporters of gay pride. well last summer i wrote an essay, i mean some of it still, i dont mean some of it anymore. i was angry and trying to be all rebellious, but now i've changed. i believe for the better. i dropped some baggage and am happier for doing so. but in this essay i never say that i'm bisexual, i sound like i'm a lesbian (and there's nothing wrong with it, i'm just not one) and i bash a few people and talk about my relationship with my mother as having been physical.
well, that issue of gaytway i guess was confiscated by a teacher, who read it. nothing wrong. they read my aritcle. nothing wrong there, either. what was wrong was that because i was their student, they proceeded to show the entire ste. genevieve high school staff my article. it made it all the way up to the assistant superintendant
this seriously pisses me off, and if i would've stayed at that school and been treated differently in reference to that article, i would've sued ste. gen for discrimination so fast it isnt even funny.
excuse me, i'm going to the mall of america now (hurrah ^_^)
okay, so i'm super duper bored. i like to say super duper, especially now that i say it as in i'm canadianese. OMG!! i went to see Batman Begins, that was the best movie ever except for the batman that tim burton directed, because tim burton is awesome!! holiday movie is nightmare before christmas, screw the grinch...and scrooge! screw em all! i wish i had anover doggie i could name Zero....or cheddar...or cracker, i'd have fun. fun, omigod, i played poker and stuff (blackjack and texas hold 'em) and i lost a lot, and my brother sucks and kept bluffing, emma won the most, and then we played egyptian and i won that, because i have reflexes lika cat *meow* i like to claw things, like the kittie, the kittie mutilated my hand!! it's all scratched!! so i threw the damn cat!!!!!!! ^_^ i win. so i lika have fun...like when you're driving around the walmart parking lot in a super crappy car pretending to be a nascar driver....i wanted to see how fast i could go around corners without braking...i went aboot 30 or 40...speed demon!!! in my plymouth!!! wootwoot! i like talking...like all of this has been very random. rachel, pat, and i used to have random talking contests in language, pat won, because rachel and i would generally start laughing...bec
aboot....8 days, eh? SO HAPPY!!!! but the house is all packed and that's gonna be super depressing...i may hafta leave almost as soon as i get home because mom put a contract on a house in cape....THIS SUCKS!!! I'M GONNA MISS YOU ALEX!!!!!!!!!!
sad...:'( plus i wanna help rachel in journalism (watch her do the walk) bother morgan lots....poke aubrey...i'm gonna stop now before i get too sad.
YOU POOPHEADS WILL VISIT ME!!
The Republican National Committee announced today that the Republican Party is changing its emblem from an elephant to a condom. The committee chairman explained that the condom more clearly reflects the party's stance today, because a condom accepts inflation, halts production, destroys the next generation, protects a bunch of dicks, and gives you a sense of security while you're actually getting fucked.
today i slept until 6 pm...because i stay up late a lot...talkin to my bitch. ( i meant the bitch part in a nice way ^_^) i'm getting extremely bored here and smoking like a chimney!! woo! but i'm starting to get quiet here, i don't know why. i just don't feel super appreciated i guess. i hate this!!!! i just want to go home, see alex mostly, see my mommy, morgan, rachel, sarah, aubrey, annie, all of them. i miss everyone more than i thought possible. i'm never going to survive in cape.
this has been the worst year ever!
and the best year ever, i'm so confused!
reasons for worst:
-one of my best friends passed away
-my mom was basically fired
-i have to move
-i have to go to a catholic school
-i would be editor, but i'm moving
-i turned 16, but get no car
-my dad lied about getting me car
-it's really cold
-i have a canadian accent
reasons for best year:
-i'm finally getting to date alex
-i was asked to be editor, which means i'm a pretty good writer
-i was finally in a gifted play
-i got to spend pat's last weekend with him at camp (get in the love boat!)
-i have a canadian accent
i've been drawing a lot lately. (boobie) and i've noticed that my pictures arent of happy things...they'
so once upon a time a girl was born. born looking normal, acting normal. she would run around the house in her cute little pink dresses her parents made her wear, her blonde hair in little pig tails, her brown eyes always happy. everyone loved the little girl. then she began to grow up. everyone still loved her. she played sports, went to dance classes. paraded around in cute little skirts and watched cute things like winnie the pooh. when she declared she wanted a pony her parents tried their best because she was like a model daughter. all little cute girls want ponies. so they built a stable for their american dream and put a beautiful horse in it. then the girl grew up again. she grew further from her father, but was still the apple of his eye. at company picnics she would join him, her blonde hair back in a headband, cute little outfit, running the 3 legged race with her daddy, who would then go brag to his co-workers. the girl grew closer to her mother. they would go shopping and the little girl finally got to buy her first bra, she felt like an adult. she told her mother about how she liked boys, which ones, and why. her mother gave her a sex talk, complete with brochures. the little girl gave her mother a honey smile, replying she was going to wait until she was married. the mother smiled and said "good." the perfect little family would go out for dinner and people would look at them eating, their daughter so polite and pretty. replying to her parents questions like a real little adult. the little girl's teachers saw big things for her. they told her and her parents so. "your daughter is going to go far, she's so bright and well-mannered.
i got an idea from [pear bear] and also decided to search for mitch hedberg quotes...i found some ^_^ hurrah!
Mitch Hedberg Quotes
I want to be a rebellious McDonald's owner. Cheeseburgers.
I want to get a job as someone who names kitchen appliances. Toaster, refridgerator, blender....all you do is say what the shiit does, and add "er". I wanna work for the Kitchen Appliance Naming Institute. Hey, what does that do? It keeps shiit fresh. Well that's a fresher....I'm going on break.
I got to write these jokes. So, I sit at the hotel at night and I think of something that's funny. Or, If the pen is too far away, I have to convince myself that what I thought of wasn't funny.
You know that Pepperidge Farm bread, that stuff is fancy. That stuff is wrapped twice. You open it, and then still ain't open. That's why I don't buy it, I don't need another step between me and toast.
This product that was on TV was available for four easy payments of $19.95. I would like a product that was available for three easy payments and one complicated payment. We can't tell you which payment it is, but one of these payments is going to hard.
You know when they have a fishing show on TV? They catch the fish and then let it go. They don't want to eat the fish, they just want to make it late for something.
I would imagine if you could understand Morse Code, a tap dancer would drive you crazy.
I don't wear a watch because I want my arms to weigh the same. So if somebody asks me what time it is, I have to tell them something that is going on. "What time is it, Mitch?" "Uh, that guy is eating a hamburger." "Shit, I had to be somewhere..."
I went to the park and saw this kid flying a kite. The kid was really excited. I don't know why, that's what they're supposed to do. Now if he had had a chair on the other end of that string, I would have been impressed.
At my hotel room, my friend came over and asked to use the phone. I said "Certainly." He said "Do I need to dial 9?" I say "Yeah. Especially if it's in the number. You can try four and five back to back real quick."
I played golf... I did not get a hole in one, but I did hit a guy. That's way more satisfying...
I saw a human pyramid once. It was totally unnecessary.
This shirt is dry clean only. Which means... It's dirty.
I bought a doughnut and they gave me a receipt for the doughtnut... I don't need a receipt for the doughnut. I give you money and you give me the doughnut, end of transaction. We don't need to bring ink and paper into this. I can't imagine a scenario that I would have to prove that I bought a doughnut. To some skeptical friend, Don't even act like I didn't buy a doughnut, I've got the documentation right here... It's in my file at home. ...Under "D".
My friend was walking down the street and he said, "I hear music." As if there is any other way of taking it in. I tried to taste it, but it did not work.
I snake bite emergency kit is a body bag.
Sometimes I wake up and I think I should start wearing a beret, but I don't do it though. One day I'm gonna though. You bet your ass, I will have a beret on. That's ridiculous, but it's true. I always fight with wearing a beret.
A minibar is a machine that makes everything expensive. When I take something out of the minibar, I always fathom that I'll go and replace it before they check it off, but they make that stuff impossible to replace. I go to the store and ask, "Do you have coke in a glass harmonica? ...Do you have individually wrapped cashews?"
I'm against picketing, but I don't know how to show it.
It's hard to dance if you just your lost wallet. "Whoa! Where's my wallet? But, hey this song is funky..."
It's very dangerous to wave to people you don't know because what if they don't have hands? They'll think you're cocky.
Someone handed me a picture and said, "This is a picture of me when I was younger." Every picture of you is when you were younger. "...Here's a picture of me when I'm older." Where'd you get that camera man?
If I was a locksmith, I'd be pimping that out man. I'll trade you a free key duplication for... That joke made me laugh before I could finish it, which is good, because it had no ending.
I want to be a race car passenger: just a guy who bugs the driver. "Say man, can I turn on the radio? You should slow down. Why do we gotta keep going in circles? Can I put my feet out the window? Man, you really like Tide..."
I wrote a letter to my dad - I wrote, "I really enjoy being here," but I accidentally wrote rarely instead of really. But I still wanted to use it so i crossed it out and wrote, "I rarely drive steamboats, dad - there's a lot of shit you don't know about me. Quit trying to act like I'm a steamboat operator." This letter took a harsh turn right away...
I don't own a cell phone or a pager. I just hang around everyone I know, all the time. If someone needs to get ahold of me they just say, "Mitch," and I say, "what" and turn my head slightly...
Alcoholism is a disease, but it's the only one you can get yelled at for having. Goddamn it Otto, you are an alcoholic. Goddamn it Otto, you have Lupis... one of those two doesn't sound right.
I was at this casino minding my own business, and this guy came up to me and said, "You're gonna have to move, you're blocking a fire exit." As though if there was a fire, I wasn't gonna run. If you're flammible and have legs, you are never blocking a fire exit.
I like cinnimon rolls, but I don't always have time to make a pan. That's why I wish they would sell cinnimon roll incense. After all I'd rather light a stick and have my roommate wake up with false hopes.
People teach their dogs to sit, it's a trick. I've been sitting my whole life, and a dog has never looked at me as though he thought I was tricky.
My friend said to me, "You know what I like? Mashed potatoes." I was like, "Dude, you have to give me time to guess. If you're going to quiz me you have to insert a pause."
I used to do drugs. I still do, but I used to, too.
An escalator can never break. It can only become stairs. You would never see an "Escalator Temporarily Out Of Order" sign, just "Escalator Temporarily Stairs. Sorry for the convenience."
I used to be a hot-tar roofer. Yeah, I remember that day...
A severed foot is the ultimate stocking stuffer.
I think foosball is a combination of soccer and shishkabobs.
That would be cool if you could eat a good food with a bad food and the good food would cover for the bad food when it got to your stomach. Like you could eat a carrot with an onion ring and they would travel down to your stomach, then they would get there, and the carrot would say, "It's cool, he's with me."
If you had a friend who was a tightrope walker, and you were walking down a sidewalk, and he fell, that would be completely unacceptible..
I know a lot about cars. I can look at a car's headlights and tell you exactly which way it's coming.
I have a cheese-shredde
If carrots got you drunk, rabbits would be messed-up.
I bought a seven dollar pen because I always lose pens and I got sick of not caring.
My sister wanted to be an actress, but she never made it. She does live in a trailer. She got half way. She's an actress, she just never gets called to the set.
Every time I go and shave, I assume there is somebody else on the planet shaving as well, so I say, "I'm gonna go shave too."
Why are there no during pictures.
I have an underwater camera just in case I crash my car into a river, and at the last minute I see a photo opportunity of a fish that I have never seen.
I had a velco wallet in a casino. That sound annoyed the hell out of me. Whenever I lost money, and I opened the wallet, it was like the sound of my addiction.
Sometimes I fall asleep at night with my clothes on. I'm going to have all my clothes made out of blankets.
I type a 101 words a minute. But it's in my own language.
My apartment is infested with koala bears. It's the cutest infestation ever. Way better than cockroaches. When I turn on the light, a bunch of koala bears scatter, but I don't want them too. I'm like, "Hey... Hold on fellows... Let me hold one of you, and feed you a leaf." Koala bears are so cute, why do they have to be so far away from me. We need to ship a few over, so I can hold one, and pat it on its head.
I wish I could play little league now. I'd be way better than before.
I never joined the army because at ease was never that easy to me. Seemed rather uptight still. I don't relax by parting my legs slightly and putting my hands behind my back. That does not equal ease. At ease was not being in the military. I am at ease, bro, because I am not in the military.
I had a bag of fritos, they were texas grilled fritos. These fritos had grill marks on them. They remind me of something, when we used to fire up the barbeque and throw down some fritos. I can still see my dad with the apron on, better flip that frito, dad, you know how I like mine.
I opened-up a yogurt, underneath the lid it said, "Please try again." because they were having a contest that I was unaware of. I thought maybe I opened the yogurt wrong. ...Or maybe Yoplait was trying to inspire me... "Come on Mitchell, don't give up!" An inspirational message from your friends at Yoplait, fruit on the bottom, hope on top.
I hate flossing, I wish I just had one long curvy tooth.
The next time I move I hope I get a real easy phone number, something like 2222222. People will ask, "Mitch, how do I get a hold of you?" I'll say, "Just press two for a while, when I answer, you'll know that you've pressed two enough."
My lucky number is 4 billion, that doesn't come in real handy when your gambling. I'm gonna need some more dice, 4 billion divided by 6, at least.
A waffle is like a pancake with a syrup trap.
You know they call corn-on-the-co
I like buying snacks from a vending machine because food is better when it falls. Sometimes at the grocery, I'll drop a candy bar so that it will achieve its maximum flavor potential.
On a traffic light yellow means yield, and green means go. On a banana, it's just the opposite, yellow means go ahead, green means stop, and red means, where'd you get that banana?
My roommate says, "I'm going to take a shower and shave, does anyone need to use the bathroom?" It's like some weird quiz where he reveals the answer first.
I think Bigfoot is blurry, that's the problem. There's a large out-of-focus monster roaming the countryside.
I wrote my friend a letter with a highlighting pen, but he could not read it, he thought I was trying to show him certain parts of a piece of paper.
I use the word totally too much. I need to change it up and use a word that is different but has the same meaning. Mitch do you like submarine sandwhiches? All-encompassi
I think pickles are cucumbers that sold out. They sold their soul to the devil, and the devil is dill...
...and then at the end of the letter I like to write "P.S. - this is what part of the alphabet would look like if Q and R were eliminated.
I got my hair highlighted, because I felt some strands were more important than others.
I don't have a girlfriend. But I do know a woman who'd be mad at me for saying that.
The depressing thing about tennis is that no matter how good I get, I'll never be as good as a wall.
My friend asked me if I wanted a frozen banana, I said "No, but I want a regular banana later, so, Yeah."
this is so sad.
one week. i cannot spend one week with this small branch of my family. i feel so unloved here. like no one wants me to really be here. well, i don't want to be here either.
i'm not a 'poor' child, by any means. i'm like everyone else. i have times where my family just doesn't have the money to do anything and things get tight. just like this part of the family does, but they're so odd.
they live in an apartment complex. they have a car that is completely paid for. they both have jobs. dad alone makes more than my mother. they only have two children. yet they're amazingly broke. that is not possible. mom makes less than dad, that's our only income, but we live in a (i think so anyway) large, nice house, we all have what we need, we're not starving, and we make carpayments monthly on the van. and we still aren't as tight on money as they are. where does it go? they're deodorant is called 'dollar fresh' and the detergent for clothes is $1.50. so obviously not towards great lengths of hygene.
probably to the hefty amounts of cigarettes and beer that always seems to be in stock around here.
i want to go home.
it's so pathetic. only 7 days...one week! and i'm begging to go home. i do however want to stay to make my first few paychecks, to buy my kittie presents, to save for my car. that i'll never have. though dad promised to get me one this summer.
this whole place is built on lies and procrastinatio
maybe i'd want to stay. i don't want to stay where i feel like a burden and unloved.
stop blaming me and my family. just because my mother lost her job and now i have to leave the first person i have ever loved and my favorite place i've lived....
i never knew reading a guestbook could make me so jealous and sad. i'm way too overprotecting and jealous. i guess it's just because i'm insecure...peo
is it bad if i'm crying for no real reason? it is 3am...i am in minnesota, WHERE IT SUCKS! it's cold and rainy, everyone talks funny and i'm beginning to...i just want to go home and see alex. i still feel bad about miranda's party, but she's too grown up. is it bad that i want to be 10 years old again? a 10 year old that smokes...i'm craving a smoke so bad!! dad and rachel keep their crap hidden well. or i just need to find 'an awesome reefer connection'. i met some guy that might smoke...or i could just sneak over the border to canada...it's legal there.
WRONG!!! Emma did not read this and tell mom; mom read it herself. She asked me why I put all of this stuff on here, I don't know you people. I say it's because I don't know you. Most people on here don't know me well, can't say whether or not I'm just being a baby, they don't know, so I guess I tell you all because all you do is console, and I like being consoled. The few that do read these are generally being mentioned and comment on it, but we all remain friends. I love Elftown. I walk into the school library one morning to find a bunch of kids on it on the computers. I took the name into memory and one day got on. I can rant, I can rave, I can say stupid things about stupid subjects...I can also be kind, but that doesn't always happen. I got on here and write everything because the people on here from Russia, the UK, Australia, or even here in the US are better counselors than anyone at school or at the "Community Counseling Center". Mom just needs to realize these. Mom if you read this, please just stay away...or just let me express myself......an
okay, so who else thinks it is really annoying when you have these little kids who are all "punk" or "goth"? the goth kids think that they're goth because they wear black and cry a lot. Then at the same time they're all "check out my new green day hoodie!" STOP LYING TO YOURSELF KIDS! YOU ARE NOT GOTH!
hey you punk kids! green day?? corporate rock. my chemical romance? emo. etc. etc.
punk bands are bands such as sex pistols, the ramones, the clash, flogging molly...probab
i dont even know why i'm saying this...no one cares...
but honestly...the same chord being played over and over is also not a very good song. like the songs almost all of these bands today play. seriously, check out hendrix, angus young, van halen, these are some of the most awesome guitarists of all times, and they do not play the same chord over and over. sorry, buddy. :)