--->Silly throat closey thing.<---
Grad in 22 days...
Birthday in 22 days...
The heat is on. {and so is the oven.}
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Oh, mercy me, (god bless catastrophe) I am so unearthy ill. And I hate Virginia. I got a call this morning from work (at freaking 830 this morning.) saying... "Hi, Andrea? Why aren't you at work?" Then My raspy ass voice tryed to explain that I had phoned in yesterday and told Virginia that come hell or high water I wasn't coming into work. But oh~no... For crying out loud. Work woke me up before my little brother did. I feeling terrible but I did manage to run away last night and ended up eating ice cream. It was funny. These 12 year old skanks were hanging all over this nasty white rapper thing. And me, with my angry gaze and lover-ly blue and black knit sweater and white scarf, (I was hot yet dead feeling). Were going down the side walk. And I with my two sundaes were going to eventually cross paths. They weren't moving for me and I wasn't moving for them. They eventually moved over some and as I passed...(I turned down the volume on my mp3)...they (one skank to another...) whispered... "Boy I'd hate to mess with that kid." The other quickly countered... "Jeez Maria...She's just one of those Emo Fag kids...everyone know emo kids don't fight." I turned and went to take my headphones out and the one noticed and grabbed her friend and booked it down the road...All I was going to say was... Emo Fag? Well, if you insist, but you are right not many Emo kids like to fight (physically). I laughed all the way to Olesya's house. But due to having to hide from her kid sister, I didn't get to tell her. Meh. {textual break due to the need of Kleenex} Wow. That was fun. I have to stop writing now. The need for cleanliness is suddenly overwhelming. Also, I think that, well, hrmm. I dunno. Wow. What a lost paragraph. Over and Out. |
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Those dastardly fiends stole my words. If you see them tell them to give them back. --->Silly throat closey thing.<--- Grad in 22 days... Birthday in 22 days... The heat is on. {and so is the oven.}
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Lights Camera Action ! ! ! My life on the stage has ended, and my life in the shadows begins. Last night, when walking home, basking in the freedom of being done work for the day. I was inspired and a wonderful poem came to mind. But seeing as I was then lacking a pen I decieded to write in when I got home. Lets just say it wasn't like it should of been. I despise how lover-ly the weather is. After work, just as the sun is starting to set, I walk home in my aura of solitude, and watch (in a perfect shade of green) all those perfectly in-lust couples and a few cute in-love ones, holding hands, rollerblading, laughing together. I'm like an child unable to gain entrance into the realm of adults. Soon to be done highschool forever. University is coming. Who can endure that alone? Me, I can. Have all my life and well, I suppose, one day I won't have to be so independant. I suppose I should work on English instead of jabbering on about lame poetry...maybe one day I'll post my poetry. |
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I'm kinda stick like today. Kinda hard, relativly long and if you bite me I taste bitter. I'm on my way to Whyte tonight. With Matt and Olesya. {Its the equivilent of like a downtown strip thing where there are sweet stores.} Hope It goes well. Tommorrow I leave for Red Deer. What kind of a name is Red Deer? Come on, really? A Red Deer. Ta. |
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Move over Beethoven...There's a new Bhudda in town!! My hair is the wierdest shade of black ever. It's like black but brown but kinda red in a way. Damn it. Was supposed to get streaks but gave in to the nessesity of having dark hair. It's been so long since I've dyed my hair. Almost a year and a half. It's still kinda shoulder length though. No drastic length change...Thank Goodness. I feel part wolf-man. Mothers day was alright. I cleaned my room. Yup, of all the things my mom wanted...It was me to clean my room. Not that it took me long. All I had to do was put away clothes. Not that I have a whole lot to put away. I feel part chicken. Grad is in two weeks and two days. Can I last?? No one really knows. Till then. |