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| 06:27pm 30/08/2006 |
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APUSH IS GOING TO KICK MY ASSSSSSS.... |
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| 12:58am 26/08/2006 |
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If you have one friend who prevents you from hanging out with all your other friends, is it wrong to leave them behind? Or should you set aside everything to accomodate them? Or what do you do? Yeah, I don't know either. Oh Meg. |
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| 11:40pm 14/07/2006 |
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I saw "Keeping Up With the Steins" today, a movie about a jewish family that tries to outdo another family's bar mitzvah with an outrageous one for their son. It's amazing, I love it, funny and cute and tasteful. It had one of the actresses from Twister, so it was all worth it. In any case, Chovie comes on the 18th and everyone is counting down. It's kind of ridiculous how much our summer revolves around him, but awesome at the same time. Lol. I love summer. Doing nothing and being a fatty. Even skinny people do that during the summer. That's the really funny part, my friends.
P.S: LDTL has 110+ reviews, 100,000+ words, and lots of love from reviewers. I love it. I really do.
Oh, and I've been watching lots of Naruto lately. Grade A amazing. That's what that is. Kiba=sex. So does Kakashi, but you know. Lol.
I'm working at Hot Topic. 5.15 an hour (a.k.a minimum wage) but I get a 40% employee discount. This weekend its 50%. LOVE TO THE TOPIC. |
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| 09:53pm 13/07/2006 |
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mood: calm music: Eric's Song, Vienna Teng
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I love summer, but sometimes it's just boring. I don't leave my house, except to work out sometimes. It's so boring...but I work twice this week! Yay! So whatev! |
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| 10:38pm 18/05/2006 |
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i'm starting to really hate school.
sycophantic freaks decked out in chanel and dulche and gabana, making me want to puke on their feet. Ugh, get me the hell out. Please...summer and Washington, voice lessons, my many jobs, please come NOW! |
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| 06:40pm 11/05/2006 |
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mood:  creative music: sunlight, this song i wrote
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my dad today was ridiculously good:
I was honorable mention all spc for softball
Mr. Long is my new advisor for next year
I got a B- on my math test.
Why are good things happening? When's the bad coming back? |
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| 09:04pm 13/04/2006 |
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mood:  amused music: Bad Girl, Usher
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I know its been a while, but a lot's been going on. I managed a C in Chemistry, thanks to DFish, and now I'm in Mr. Patrizi's class. Comp's broken again, gotta hate it, but whatever. I'm doing well in softball, blah blah blah, my hitting average is the shit, and I'm writing on the Fangs right now. Woot...
Off I go...
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| 09:31pm 02/04/2006 |
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I got a new phone after my other one fried and my parents let me go out last night, after our soccer game was cancelled. Good, right? The day before, I played two softball games (good), got to miss an entire day of school (good), but we lost both games and one of the losses was my fault for dropping the ball at home (baaad.) Not to mention I reinjured my shin and got the most painful strawberry of my life, which includes that one in the sixth grade where I was bleeding down my leg. (very bad, it hurts like a mother fucker.)
But the worse news is yet to come.
Sometimes, as human beings, we get annoyed by strange things, quirks if you will. Bill has this new friend Maosn who moved into town until august to go to Winston Academy. I was excited to meet him. Okay, the kid is built like Dan and looks like Ted. It's pretty amazing. But see, we have a slight problem.
Last night, Mason came near about 10 to bill's, my dad was there schmoozing mister sessions, everything was normal. Now everyone has been getting a little annoyed with Morgan, since she's been too clingy lately. Mason absolutely detests Morgan. Ouch.
So after Michael tries desperately to keep Morgan from coming over, because he hates her as well, she came over "out of spite," I quote her. I acted like I normally do with Morgan, as friends, and we always joke around and call each other lover and shit. I didn't really like the way everyone was treating Morgan, which is understandable. Maybe she can get annoying, but can't we all? She's my friend no matter what.
Bill told me, not 30 minutes ago on the phone in a very quick and almost rude conversation, that when Mason got there, I started acting differently. That's a load of crock because I act the same around everyone. Everyone knows that, I'm just Casey and I act it. Bill once complimented me on it, for crying out loud!
The funny thing is that, while I protesteth much as Shakespeare would say, I could almost feel myself doing it. Combined with my Dad's presence, my leg aching, all of Morgan's shit, and some new guy in the mix, I was almost struggling to find myself for a while. Apparently, I was self deprecating. I didn't mean to be, but Bill says I was. I know people hate it when others are self deprecating and I didn't mean to do that. Why was I all weird all of the sudden?
Bill suggested that my first impression on Mason was shit, which I could care less about. So what? He's just another stupid guy. But it's the fact that I acted so weird that bothers me...I want people to have the same opinion of me constantly, that I'm just Casey. I don't want a stereotype, I don't want a label. I'm just me. Is that so wrong to want that?
Bill also suggested that I was flirting with Morgan. FLIRTING with Morgan. Morgan and I always act that way around each other, as I told Bill, and he was all like "whatever." I don't want to be mad at Bill, but I can't help it. I shouldn't shoot the messenger...but what if the messenger's lying?
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| 07:24pm 29/03/2006 |
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mood:  crazy music: Hungry Like the Wolf, Duran Duran
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So tonight at practice we slid and I forgot my shin guards. I have a very nice group of deep scrapes on my upper shin and I'm feeling dandy. It actually feels strangely nice now...I'm waiting for dinner from outback steakhouse. Dad was throwing a fit that no one could decide what to eat, going into his stupid angry mode. It's so retarded; he over does it so much, its pathetic. I mean, you don't actually growl like a fucking lion everytime things don't go your way. I'm sorry he ever lived with granddad, for the man certainly influenced him a little too much. Grandma did too, but that's a story for another day. ;)
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