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LiveJournal for Fame!.
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| Monday, March 6th, 2006 |
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So there's this forum I'm a regular on. It's called v.//nine and you can find it here: http://forums.cjb.net/sirsaw.html. It's a forum based on general discussion. You can choose your poison in any of the categories, or just mingle through all of them. The people are cool and very accepting [except me, I'm a bitch]. The truth is that it's not a big forum, just a couple of friends and I at the moment. We are trying to recruit more members. As a whole, we have agreed that in the future, we'd like to become a major forum. The admin team is awesome. They work great together, get things done, and take into consideration input from the members. All in all, I suggest you check it out and if you sign up, it would be fantastic. Just be sure to make a post in the General forum, introducing yourself. In that, include that you saw this post on livejournal.com and The Queen referred you. They'll know who you're talking about. ;) Until later, _Floral Mae_ P.S. Shell - you'd be perfect. Anyone else would be just as great, though. =) |
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| Saturday, July 23rd, 2005 |
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I'm glad it feels good to be truly happy. I'm glad you're truly happy. Feels amazing, doesn't it? Stay this way forever, my dear. <3 I think this may be the end of livejournal for me. I cannot stand my username anymore. The obvious answer? Get a new one. But then I ran into the idea that, I don't really post on LJ anymore, anyway. I'm never online long enough to post anywhere. I reply to comments (which I never check on LJ) and then get off. Just enough to keep contact, I suppose. And I'm sorry to admit this, but lately the only person who's LJ I really care that much to check is Jawshes. I know that sounds awful, and it is awful, but sometimes I think I just don't give him enough time or attention lately. Okay, I admit it. I miss the kid!! I remember back when we had a week anniversary. Then 2 weeks. Soon 3 weeks, oh my! I know that I lost track a long time ago, and I'm pretty sure Jawsh doesn't remember where we're at. I miss being so close to him. I told him everything, and we always laughed at it. I wish I cared more about what my other friends have to say. I honestly do. I've always enjoyed reading Brad's post, however rare they were. But sometimes his grammar really does drive me crazy. (other)Josh's posts are rare as well. We NEVER talk anymore, it's really sad. Yesterday my mom picked up a copy of the New York Times (not that I live in NY...) and it brought up the conversation of the London bombings. Yeah, I've been avoiding the subject with my parents, even though I've followed it closely on the news and in the papers. Either way, Mother told me that if it didn't settle down in 2 years, I wasn't going over there. Of course, once I turn 18, she can't stop me. She said that my parent's wouldn't pay for my education over there if I went against their will, but I know my dad would still support me. What I'm holding onto right now, is the idea of getting out of this country! Well, this concludes my last post. Goodbye, Livejournal. Time to go copy all my entries into word. No use leaving me comments, I won't be checking my journal anymore after today. I love you. _Floral_ |
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| Wednesday, June 15th, 2005 |
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| Saturday, June 11th, 2005 |
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I realize I haven't updated in a while. I'm sitting at Nick's house. Nick and Damien are in the living room, playing Halo 2. Oh yes, Damien (aka RavE) is ass raping Nick. It's so cool to get back with all these people I used to know. Last night was the battle of the bands and so my neck is kind of sore. Yeah. Today Jess, nick, Rave, and I went to Lake Elmore, a localish beach. It's about 15 min away, but it's the closest semi-clean one. Ick. It was fun though. I got nice color. :) Then we picked up Chinese. Spring rolls = yummmmmmm. I am sleeping at Jess' tonight - sorry Evan! But hey, it was not my fault we didn't talk last night. At this moment, Jess is over at taht one kids house (I forgot his name). She wanted to see Max. Ugh. Yes, Max is hot. And yes, I'm friends with him. But he's nothing special. He's uber dramatic and everyone seems to revolve around him. I just don't get it. I'm going. Bye. |
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| Friday, June 3rd, 2005 |
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Today I am doing absolutely nothing. Those are my plans. Yay for me! I feel like shit right now. I didn't want to hurt him like that. I now know who I was really saving those gifts for. I hope he gets the CD soon. My hair is wet because I just got out of the shower. My headache is coming back. :( Heather and I are talking about summer dance. Blake is going to college for dance, but doesn't see it as something important. Instead of dancing this summer, she is working 3 jobs. I hope I can convince her otherwise. She is moving to California and marrying Jhonny in 2 years. She is graduating from high school the middle of this month. Rawr. Ever since she got this boyfriend, she started wrapping herself around his finger. And he did the same to her. I knew it was bad from the beginning. She and Jhonny sound just like Alex and I were. I hope it doesn't end up the same way. I hope she comes to her senses, or maybe I can talk to Jhonny about it. =/ Oh hell yes!!! Emo music is t3h sh1t. <3 _Floral_ |
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| Monday, May 30th, 2005 |
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...why do I think some of the genders got mixed up here? |
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| Sunday, May 29th, 2005 |
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A MIND IS A TERRIBLE THING MAY 28, 2005 Our modern world, With it's images of a plastic beauty. A place where the only thing a drone has is a mind. Dumb mind. Billboards adorned for attention, People acting out as revenge, to a media-god forced upon them. Your mind is influenced by your surroundings, But your heart is purely you. Honest Heart. You don't see me in the fading sunlight but I'm there. You can't kiss away my pain, yet somehow it's gone. I can't explain the beauty you force me to see all around, but somehow everything's a mess. My hypocritical country, The cowardly people that call it their home. The selfish mothers who want to keep their sons from going to war. The overuse of Love, The underconcern of someone else, The materialistic necessities, That fuel us to get up every morning. Where's my incentive? He's sitting behind the computer screen, confessing his love to some online girl he met through a website. They agree that ska rocks, and wish they could meet, but everything still seems a mess. He tells me I'm gorgeous but leaves out That I'm his. He says that I have him, but he's not Mine. Because I'm the true American; I'm selfish and greedy, Materialistic- and I want him here now. My overuse of love goes all to him, Still not enough to describe what I'm feeling. Words come fromt people and People have minds, It's all they use. Dumb minds. Nobody thinks with their heart anymore. So fall in love with me at your discretion. I don't put plastic in my body, And I'm nowhere near perfect, I tell jokes at wrong times; What can we do but laugh? Immunizing world, The only ones that are real Watch the sunset with a smile as they Eat dinner in their backyard, kids tumbling across the lawn, An incentive at the end of the day. Because i'm not perfect, I can't live alone. So where's my incentive? I told him we could make it hand in hand, but even ours can't seem to span the distance. I'm reaching out for you, but My arms aren't long enough to span this distance; Your arms arent' long enough to Wrap around me. - It's too late. I'm attached. I told him I loved him. Speaking from the heart. He told me not to get attached. Speaking from the mind. A mind is the only thing these drones have, I'd rather be able to feel than to think. To not feel beauty would mean To not feel you, And your dumb mind That separates us. Our modern world. Barbie walks the streets. Dependents until we die. He can't see me in the fading sunlight, bu tI'm there and I'm smiling And it feels so right. Like when he leans over and kisses me, Wake to find it was only a dream of my independent, plastic-free incentive, But he has a mind... (in my dream he doesn't...) Honest Heart, Dumb mind. |
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| Friday, May 27th, 2005 |
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| Wednesday, May 25th, 2005 |
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| Monday, May 23rd, 2005 |
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| Friday, May 20th, 2005 |
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| Thursday, May 19th, 2005 |
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Yikes -- relationships are crumbling all around you. While you're busy being glad it ain't you, be sure to lend a hand where you can. Your love karma will thank you. What I'm wonder is...what love karma?! Yeah, because, according to my palm, I'm going to die young and have very very bad luck in love (she said most likely being decieved). On the bright side, I'm super intelligent! Hah. What's the use of being smart if you're dead? Last night, Phil pretty much pinned me when he said that I value love highly. He was right. I would give up many things for love. Obviously dance would not be one, as dance is my one true love I have decided. But if I would give up everything for dance (and believe me, I have done it in the past!), wouldn't that mean that I am placing true love above all? Completely? I like that word...completely. It's not just a "cool word" such as Rad or Super. It's one of my favorites. I have a favorite list of words. Precisely, Comprehend, Actually, Completely. The sound when you say them together is something I adore. I could sit here, saying these words all night. Perhaps I will. :) Kourtnie and I were talking about Preston today. Yeah, I hung out with him today. He is...an interesting kid. I think interesting is the only way to describe him, yet he's cool to hang out with. He's the type you can be doing nothing and not even notice. Kourt and I were talking about it on the phone when I started randomly choking. I couldn't breath...and it wasn't going away, even when I drank water, so I walked into Cade's room with my face turning red so if I passed out, he'd know. Then John called and I told him I couldn't talk cuz a) I couldn't. and b) I had to call Kourtnie back. Uhm..yeah..I don't know where this is going. I have a headache. I can't think. Bye. _Floralz_ |
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| Monday, May 16th, 2005 |
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I'm sitting in my seventh period. Mainly, I'm in a rolly computer chair. I have my arm on the table and in the bend where my elbow is, I rest my forehead. I switch between closing my eyes and staring at the coated wood surface. I cannot keep my eyes in one state for too long, or I'll begin tearing up. My contacts are really bothering me. I'd rather lay on my left arm. More comfortable. I lay on my right because it's clean. You can see the remnants of yellow sharpie. Those remnants were once Nickelle's hotmail address. You can't much tell the difference between my skin and the sharpie. You can on my other arm. The red and black permanent marker stands out, almost looks poisonous. Benefit of being right-handed is when I need to remember something, it is written on my left arm. I have "ATTWN." It's a band. I have my shopping list - Posterboard, padded envelopes, stamps. I have "call me" and Matt's 2 phone numbers. I have my personality type - ENFJ - the same as Jawshes'. I have Wendell's hotmail address, which is fading, but you can still read. I have a list of all the classes I have projects due in. Some have checkmarks if I've already reached the requirements. That is, Spanish. Dance, Bio and English are half checks. History and Health are blank. Lastly, I have a red heart drawn and colored in on my hand. I always have a heart drawn somewhere on my body. It has almost become my signature, definitely a requirement to help keep me sane. Do not ask me why. Every once in a while, I will pick my head up from it's rest and type a few sentences. Basically whatever pops into my head first. Thinking is the first step to getting my thoughts down in a journal. Writing in a journal is the first step to getting better, or so everyone has told me. Today I am wearing one of my Idyllwild shirts. Maroonish with a v-neck and hood. The sleeves are 3/4 length. There's grey stitching on the front that says "IdyllwildARTS." I fell in love with this shirt from the moment I walked into the giftshop, and whenever someone asks, I tell them "it was a summer dance thing." And it really was. My whole summer of 04 focused on Idyllwild. I was obsessed. I late became rejected. I have on a pair of plaid pants. Plaid makes my butt look cute, but I chose them this morning because they are both stylish and comfortable. I'm wearing my dance shoes all day. The TS-1's have always been my dream dance sneakers, and I got them. They're the ones with the changeable color cards. I currently have red in one shoe, navy blue in the other. My favorite colors. I'm not sure my feet like the idea of having so much support all day long. My tummy doesn't seem to like the idea of even getting out of bed. I told myself there was no way I was getting up early this morning, but Cade told me there was no way I was missing school. I suppose it's just as well that I came, to get me out of the house, but every time I convince myself there's something in dance worth coming for - namely people that are depending on me - we end up doing nothing worthwhile in that class. I handed out the sleepover pictures at lunch. I let people see them, take them if they want. It doesn't matter to me. I have copies of each and every one on my computer at home. I'll have a hell of a time importing them onto my computer in Vermont. I'd like to show Myles some of the cuter pictures. I pinky promised Holly I would print off and give her some of my porn pictures. During lunch, Mark took them from her and gave them to Edison. Ugh. I'm mad about that. I gave them to Holly, because I care about her, and she cares about me, and her, me and Candice will become lesbian porn stars together. Now Ed has them because he has some crazy crush over me. People are always asking me why I won't date Ed, or pressuring me to date him. Is it so hard to understand that I am just not attracted to him as a boyfriend? Ed is too much of a friend. And now he has pictures of my boobs. They were meant for Holly. Not Ed. Those are personal things, and Mark and Ed are going to post them all over. They weren't supposed to see them. Myles has already seen them. He thinks I'm gorgeous. Back to laying down. I try not to think about the events at lunch. Preston seems to be opening up more and more to me. His laugh is cute, his eyes are pretty, and his hair is blonde. Blonde hair...not too sure how I feel about that. I suppose it doesn't really matter, but sometimes it bugs me that his hair and his skin are the exact same color. Laying down. It is 12:36 pm. I think the US should start going by military time. I don't think the world should have time changes, no matter when the sun goes down. I don't mind it getting dark at 1 or 2 in the morning. My teachers cell phone just rang. Her ring is pretty cool. It's just some computerized female voice saying "You have a call from [number]." over and over until you pick it up. I do like it. Audio Caller ID. Hm...Phones. I would love to hear Myles' voice right now. It could just make my day. I wonder how international calls work? I now have exactly 4 minutes until the bell rings. Please...Please...Please...I just want to go to geometry class. Tesselations are my new favorite activity for when I'm bored. Coloring them is the more confusing part for me, but I know that with what I already have done, mine will turn out super cool no matter what. Please...Please...Please. Laying Down. Closing my eyes or staring at the table. My contact lenses are itchy today. The insentive for going home - My current love interest. Dad comes home. |
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| Saturday, May 14th, 2005 |
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| Tuesday, May 10th, 2005 |
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| Saturday, May 7th, 2005 |
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| Friday, April 29th, 2005 |
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| Wednesday, April 27th, 2005 |
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Alright, I found something I just HAD to alert you all on. I found these jokes on the back of my poptarts box, so I guess you coudl say it's what I had for breakfast. Why do bees hum? What do you call a happy grasshopper? What do you call a nervous bug? |
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calm.
angry.
blah.
cold.
hopeful.
artistic.
bouncy.
hot.
anxious.
confused.
geeky.