xokajarina's Blog

oh god
Date: Oct 16th, 2004 2:38:59 am - Subscribe
Mood: shitty
music: sitting wiht bob and liz,$6.4o,at least i felt like wearing clothes,reading:nothing

hey guys im a newbie. yes, arent i exiting? so today skool was okay i guess.. hot substitute for global..lol, umm not much happened , we got to sit anywhere in math so i sat by liz and bob.yay.bob wants one of my sexy pink lace shoelaces cuz they remind him of underwear . i said yea and i get one of his shitty normal ones,but thats quite alright because its bob. so yea that was prolly the highlight of my day.besides goin to the resturaunt n hangin with aunt cindy and ashley at the bar for a bit. i cant believe my shitty louie vutton broke on me after one day. i was pissed. yes, it is important to me .its an lv bitches. so i kindof (keyword:kindof) just had a nervous breakdown. noone cares about me . noone ever will . i should just become a nun and get it over wiht now instead of when im like, 3o and fat.yes. i probably will get fat with my shitty luck. well, its NOT a nervous breakdown, i swear. its just that im tired of everyones shit . thats all i get is complaints and all this shit when noone cares about me , all im thinking about is other people at this point in time , with no time to think about how I'M feeling , or what I want to do. i get ordered around and complained to, and i sit with a bunch of fags at lunch. well, next week is 'school spirit week' how fun. not. id rather die than dress my best on monday,and do queer stuff all week. i just found out that they burn a plaster or stuffed or what-have-you wildcat football player. i think thats mean. i dont want it to sound stupid, but we're supposed to be learning to get along wiht people and we're burning a stuffed football player.... that doesnt make sense to me. wht cant we just .. not do that? im ranting, which is bad. well, im off to finish my think about me time. woot woot
chao darlings. xo kajarina

music:green day :

"Letterbomb"

Nobody likes you...
Everyone left you...
They're all out without you...
Having fun...

Where have all the bastards gone?
The underbelly stacks up ten high
The dummy failed the crash test
Collecting unemployment checks
Like a flunkie along for a ride

Where have all the riots gone
As your city's model gets pulverized?
What's in love is now in debt
On your birth certificate
So strike the fucking match to light this fuse!

The town bishop is an extortionist
And he don't even know that you exist
Standing still when it's do or die
You better run for your fucking life

It's not over 'till your underground
It's not over before it's too late
It's cities burnin'
It's not my burden
It's not over before it's too late

There's nothing left to analyze

Where will all the martyrs go when the virus cures itself?
And where will we all go when it's too late?

And don't look back

You're not the Jesus of Suburbia
The St. Jimmy is a figment of
Your father's raise and your mother's love
Made me the idiot America

It's not over 'till your underground
It's not over before it's too late
It's cities burnin'
It's not my burden
It's not over before it's too late

She said I can't take this place
I'm leaving it behind

Well she said I can't take this town
I'm leaving you tonight

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