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[06 Jan 2005|08:52pm] |
I love how three people added 000x___infinity
Hm.
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[03 Jan 2005|10:57pm] |
okay
i finally decided upon a new lj name
and I can be added at 000x___infinity
if you dont want to add me
no qualms
thats where I'm updating from now on
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[02 Jan 2005|12:09am] |
http://www.bbcnyc.com/wntwapp.asp
I really think we should do it, Bert.
But remember, secret! You have to assist in the photo-taking, seeing as you see (nominee's name) more often, I think, and randomly carry a camera more often.
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[01 Jan 2005|10:36am] |
Okay. So my mom had some sort of problem with the juices in your inner ear that keep you balanced. Really weird, I know. She thinks it was an allergic reaction to poppy seeds. Speaking of allergic reactions, I'm starting to believe that I, too, have joined the ranks of being allergic to alcohol. I'll tell you, I wouldn't be upset if I were.
It's time, the six months are up, I should be making a new livejournal. (I do it every six months, not because I'm running, not because I'm bored, but so I can keep track of my life in a neater format, having a specific journal for every six month increment of my life.) I can't think of a new name, though, it'll come to me, I've had so many amazing aliases in the past six months, I can't just choose one and be done with it.
Plan for the day:
Play The Sims 2
Clean Room
Finish putting together desk
Rearrange room
Upload pictures
Paint over the "history" wall
Paint lyrics onto the new spot of left wall
I think I'm going to save triangle lyrics for the guest room, because, they're, less... aggressive.
I was going to put the ending of "the asphyxiation of lisa-claire" (the end), but that might be bad feng shui. Carve when it's over, cry when it's over, cry all in time, carve your name in, carve, cry. So, I think I'm either going to go with a large chunk of "Fetesque", or just that one small line from her (inamorata) "we are the infinite".
One day, I might be gifted with words, until then, I'll use other peoples'.
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happy 05
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[31 Dec 2004|08:19pm] |
Okay. So. My mom is in the hospital. I'm not going to get bitchy or emo or cry to my livejournal or complain even. I'm just going to go sit by myself and pray some.
I'm not posting this for anyone here, not for sympathy, not for empathy, if I were, I'd probably exaggerate or at least mention why she's there. This is just a note for me, so I can remember the irony of my life sometime in the near or far future.
Not that any or many of you ever read my journal anyhow, you're too busy emitting bad energy and looking cool.
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| New Year's Resolutions |
[31 Dec 2004|04:27pm] |
So, the time has come, as we sit on the very edge of 2004, waiting to be pushed off into next year, to make our resolutions. Promises to ourselves, that we probably should keep, and so, unto you privelaged folk, I present mine:
My New Year's Resolutions
By Celeste
For the year of two thousand and five,
I plan for myself the fallowing life:
I shall continue to be a fat, lazy slob,
A willess fool with poor grades and morale,
I shall go to bed every night,
Knowing that I have done nothing to benefit,
The world or myself in any way shape or form,
I shall not have friends,
And those friends that I will not have,
Will never hangout with me, or make efforts to,
I will, however, get my hopes up,
Over silly, petty things, that everyone knows won't happen,
I won't finish projects, although I will start many,
I will not stop my websites from becoming idle,
And useless, like their owner,
I will not think about the future,
I'll forget about college,
I won't apply for scholarships,
And I won't be happy,
The little things will get to me,
I'll be weak and powerless,
I'll lose all faith in the world and things beyond,
And I'll take no for an answer.
And I suppose, if reverse psychology doesn't work, at least, in 2006, I'll be able to say, I kept a promise to myself.
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Hey man, no problem, the spotlight hurts my eyes anyhow, I'll just go sit backstage, and if you remember, call me out for the final bow...
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[29 Dec 2004|07:55pm] |
join the lj community "foran_kiddies"
okay
thanks
bye bye
oh yeah, tomorrow's eve.
shucks. I've achieved nothing once more.
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[26 Dec 2004|11:03am] |
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I had a dream about my work ethic.
Lately, I've been failing, literally. I just take no interest in things, because they're all too technical, not opinionated, or open for variation. And the projects that are, even slightly, I manage to fuck up by shrugging them off.
I suppose I should just view everything as an art once more, and I must be the mastery of all. From now until the end of the school year, perhaps I should try a bit harder to make everything either "witty or poetic", considering I tend to be thrilled about the completion of that task outside of school.
Witty, poetic, and finished.
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[25 Dec 2004|10:05pm] |
Dear world--
I care not for your escapades,
Your drugs, your AIDS,
Not for your obsession with,
Tangible elements,
Not for your desire to be pretty and adored.
Dear world--
I care not for your ignorance,
Your misplaced abundance, your chore,
Not for your topsy tervy heavenly hells,
Or your lack of belief in anything,
Not for your blood lusting arsenals,
Not for an Earth damned thing.
Dear world--
Flaunt all you want,
And taunt me as a mocking bird,
But it's on your newspapers,
Every situation comedy,
An atrocious billboard,
Haven't you heard?
Dear world--
Take heed of my word,
Though I am only one apathetic,
To your "grace" and "eloquence",
One always comes before a thousand,
And a thousand before more dense.
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[25 Dec 2004|07:09pm] |
Christmas? Merf. I went to my aunt's, but only to make my mom happy.
I didn't get a lot of presents, unlike many of you, and the ones I did get, were not large and glamorous either. But I made my mother happy, and that's all that counts.
Welcome to the age of excess, where someone as materialistic as I is considered a minimalist.
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| Agh. |
[23 Dec 2004|04:17pm] |
I think I'm going to throw up.
Merry X-mas/Boxing Day/Kwanzaa/New Year/Whatever the fuck you celebrate
Killers, saviors, messiahs,
All sit at the same table,
All hold the same cards,
But nobody's quite sure,
What game we're playing,
Is Jesus the winner?
Let's bet on Buddha,
This world is bullshit,
But I think we're playing poker...
I've got a royal flush,
But it's no good,
When there are bullets flying,
And aces missing,
You know the queen of hearts,
Is all sixes and sevens,
And I'll raise you three lives,
If you can promise me,
I'll win the pot tonight.
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[23 Dec 2004|12:25pm] |
Sigh. Today when I went to find my green sweater at the lost in found, I lost my nice white trashed hoodie. Fuck. So. I lost two things. Neither are in the lost in found. If you see either anywhere, snatch it and put it on my porch.
It's going to be a cold break.
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| Stolen from Emily. |
[22 Dec 2004|08:47pm] |
This quiz made me think of Matt. It's easy to tell why. I miss him. What's his deal.
I HAVE KISSED SOMEONE...
on the cheek.
on the lips.
on their hands or fingers.
in my room.
in their room.
of the same sex.
of the opposite sex.
related to me.
younger then me.
older than me.
with jet black hair.
with curly hair.
with blonde hair & blue eyes.
with flamming red hair.
with straight hair.
smaller/shorter than me.
bigger/taller than me. with a lip ring.
who was drunk.
who was high.
who I had just met.
who was homosexual.
who I didn't really want to kiss.
on a holiday.
who was going out with someone close to me.
who was my good friend's brother or sister.
who had been/is in jail.
in a graveyard.
at a show/concert.
at the beach.
in a pool, jacuzzi, or some type of water.
with dyed hair.
with a shaved head.
who was/is my good friend.
who was/is in a band.
who has tattoos.
who is of a completely different race than me. (I kiss my dog on his forehead all the time... THAT'S a completely different race.)
in the rain.
in another continent besides where I was born.
with an accent.
with an std.
in a car/taxi/bus.
on a plane.
at the circus/carnival.
with a missing body part.
in the movies.
eskimo style.
If you want to know about any of those, go ahead and ask me about them... lol. I have kissed some really offbeat people. But never anyone with a shaven head... sigh... Matthew... it's nigh to Christmas... give me a call.
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[21 Dec 2004|11:00pm] |
It's 11. Didn't start the lab yet. Got confused. Just said no. Tomorrow we have the homeroom breakfast party, and the English party. For the homeroom breakfast I put down that I'm bring in "?" and for the English party thing I put down that I'm bringing in nontoxic stuff. Wait. The English party is Thursday, as well is the math party. Why am I alive.
Whatever. My vagina is an exploding inferno of yule logs and candy canes. I did all of my xmas shopping today. The gifts are wrapped and under the tree. I spent 40 dollars on my mom, 30 on my brother (holy shit) and like 13 on the dog. The dog's present is really cool. I can't wait until we play with it. :D That's pretty pathetic. But. I like to play with the dog, it's fun, and the stupid rope and the tennis ball get boring after a while.
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| took from Kai/Cliff |
[21 Dec 2004|09:52pm] |
I. Reply to this post, because I would like to say a couple words about you.
II. I will also tell you what song reminds me of you when I hear it.
III. I will also tell you what celebrity/public person you remind me of, either personality-wise or looks-wise.
IV. I will also give ONE WORD that I associate with you when I think of you.
V. We all could use a boost now and then, so steal this for your journal and make someone else's day as well.
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[20 Dec 2004|07:40pm] |
HOLY FUCKING SHIMMY...
I could see Bert living in a watermelon tree...
AND CONSIDERING HE JUST POSTED PICTURES... XD YOU CAN TOO!
BertWagner64: ROFL I LOVE YOU
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[20 Dec 2004|06:08pm] |
"Oh how the ringleader misses the spotlight, when it's off to the townhouse for the night. And oh how the torch eater misses the fire, when it comes time to end and retire."
Nobody appreciates/understands/has time for my humor any longer, so, I'm just going to be a dull prick to the best of my ability. Merry Effin Snowday.
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| Y'know what. |
[19 Dec 2004|06:01pm] |
Everyone here on LJ loves to talk about how deep and down to Earth they are, how much they care about eachothers feelings, but it's kind of funny, that they're the same people who never leave a thought out response to a long philosophical entry.
Unless you're slitting your wrists, getting drunk off your ass, fucking the football team, or taking one of the millions of quizzes left around--nobody cares.
I suppose nobody's content with their friends being normal. They have to be psychotic sluts, or moody menaces, with some sort of dangerous disorder, or horrible hangup. Nobody's perfect, but nobody's completely imperfect either. If your friends aren't what you want, then why do you call them friends...
AND NOW FOR THE QUIZZZZZZZZZZ
Word Gets around
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