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OK, I JUST NEED TO STRESS HOW FUCKING AWESOME EMMA'S BIRTHDAY CARD WILL BE WE'VE BEEN TELLING EACH OTHER HOW EXCITED WE'RE GOING TO BE WHEN WE GIVE THEM AT THE SHOW I THINK WE'RE BOTH GOING TO DIE OF LAUGHTER AND HAPPINESS I CAN HARDLY CONTROL MYSELF - I REALLY WANT TO TELL HER BUT IT WILL BE SOOOOO MUCH MORE HILARIOUS IF I JUST GIVE IT TO HER THEN UGH SUSPENSE IS KILLING ME SHIT - WORK SUCKS I NEED TO MAKE A FUCKING A+ USERPIC, CONSIDERING THE FACT THAT IM LIKE AN LJ-PRUDE. BUT NO!! I WANT TO BE AN LJ WHOOOORRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE ........................................ ........................................ ........................................ ................ ew i actually have a shitload of work to do................. went riding today. had a dumb moment. got yelled at. whatever, fuck off. horse people usually suck anyway, at least the ones over 30. peace xoxo ps. other possible moods - tired, "nicholas wells"-ed, totally fucked. Tags: bored, horseback riding
Current Location: my bed.
Current Mood:  giddy
Current Music: Already Dreaming - Nicholas Wells (haha something other than Bare)
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MATT DOYLE SIGNED MY BARE SCRIPT I ALMOST DIED AND I'M LISTENING TO A WHAT, 15 YEAR OLD GERARD? INDEED, HENCE THE TITLE OF THIS POST. SO WE SAW THE EVENING SHOW OF SA LAST NIGHT, 3/29 IT WAS AMAZING WE WENT TO COSI AND HAD HORRIBLE SERVICE AND THEN GILLAM AND I WENT TO STARBUCKS AND SCREAMED "WHY AM I SUCH A FUCKING DOUCHEBAG" AS WE WERE WALKING/ TRIPPING DOWN THE STREET AND THEN WE SAW THE SHOW, AMAZING BUT MATT DOYLE WASN'T HANSCHEN CUZ JBW CAME BACK FOR THE EVENING SHOW I WAS PISSED. REALLY PISSED. AND MATT WAS BLOCKED BY A WALL SO WE COULDN'T SEE HIM (BADISH SEATS) I NEED A MATT-SOMETHING RIGHT NOW. I DONT CARE WHAT IT IS, MATTERNST, MATTSCHEN, MATTCHIOR. I SAW A MATTSCHEN ONCE BUT HE HAD PNEUMONIA. UGH. BUT THEN AFTER THE SHOW ME AND GILLAM AND DYLAN WERE WAITING FOR THE TRAIN AND WE WERE TALKING ABOUT GILLAM'S LAST DISFUNCTIONAL BIRTHDAY PARTY -WHERE EVERYTHING THAT COULD HAVE GONE WRONG, DID GO WRONG BUT IT WAS STILL THE AWESOMEST THING EVER AND I COULDN'T BREATHE HALF THE TIME I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD AND SCHOOL FUCKING STARTS TOMORROW WE HAD A 2 WEEK SPRING BREAK THIS IS GOING TO SUCK I PROBABLY HAVE WORK TO DO HELL, OF COURSE I HAVE WORK TO DO I ALWAYS HAVE WORK TO DO SO I'D BETTER GO peace xoxo ps. other possible moods - tired, pissed, rebellious, exstatic, stressed. Tags: bored, matt doyle, normal craziness.
Current Location: The Colosseum
Current Mood: giddy
Current Music: Thirteen - Childrens' Letters to God and selected Speech and Debate clips.
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SO WE'RE LIKE A WEEK INTO SPRING BREAK AND IM TOTALLY LOVING LIFE RIGHT NOW EXCET NOT REALLY WELL KIND OF W/E SO SPRING AWAKENING TOMORROW, WE'RE SITTING BEHIND MATT DOYLE!! SO EXCITED, YOU CANNOT IMAGINE AND OMG I JUST SAW THE ABSOLUTE FUNNIEST THING ON YOUTUBE XD EGILLZ ILU BUT ANYWAY WORK WAS A BITCH TODAY, VET CENTER.... I PASSED OUT ON AN EXTREMELY UNCOMFORTABLE COUCH AFTER IT WAS OVER. BUT I MADE LIKE OVER $130 SO IM HAPPY OH, AND WE WENT TO SOUTH CAROLINA DURING THE FIRST PART OF SPRING BREAK (WE STILL HAVE ANOTHER WEEK LEFT) AND I WENT HORSEBACK RIDING ON THE BEACH IT KICKED ASS THERE WAS THIS LADY FROM PENNSYLVANIA THERE WITH HER TWO DAUGHTERS, ONE WAS 13, THE OTHER WAS LIKE 10 AND THE MOTHER'S HORSE WAS KIND OF A NUTJOB, AND SHE KEPT RUNNING AWAY SO I TRADED WITH HER I MEAN, THE CRAZY ONES ARE ALWAYS MORE FUN AND WE TURNED AROUND ON THE BEACH AND STARTED GALLOPING THE OTHER WAY, AND I ENDED UP RACING WITH THE WOMANS OLDER DAUGHTER, BUT THERE WERE A FEW THINGS I DIDNT REALIZE..... 1) THE REST OF THE GROUP WAS NO LONGER BEHIND US 2) THE YOUNGER DAUGHTER HAD FALLEN OFF 3) HER HORSE WAS RUNNING ALONG BEHIND US WITHOUT HER 4) THE OLDER DAUGHTER I WAS RACING WITH COULDN'T STOP HER HORSE, AND SHE WAS ABSOLUTELY FREAKING OUT NOW LET'S ALL JUST TAKE A MINUTE AND IMAGINE OURSELVES IN THIS SCENARIO...... SO I TURNED MY HORSE IN A CIRCLE AND TOLD THE GIRL TO DO THE SAME SHE HAD NEVER GONE THAT FAST BEFORE, APPARENTLY AND EVENTUALLY I WAS ABLE TO CATCH THE GODDAMN HORSE THAT HAD RUN AWAY AND LED IT BACK TO THE REST OF THE GROUP WE HAD GONE A LOT FARTHER THAN I THOUGHT BUT IT WAS REALLY EXCITING AND EVERYONE WAS LIKE OMG YOU'RE A HERO MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD AND THEN I WENT FOR LIKE A 9 MILE WALK ON THE BEACH THE NEXT DAY AND GOT SUNBURN ON THE BACK OF MY KNEES BUT MY SISTER HAS IT A LOT WORSE SHE CAN HARDLY MOVE BUT SHE WAS A MAJOR PAIN IN THE ASS ABOUT IT, AND A REAL BITCH TO ME BEFORE, SO I CALL IT KARMA I LOVE KARMA KARMA IS MY BFFAEAEAEAE4LLLLL SO IM FUCKING TIRED AND IM GONNA GET TO BED CUZ WE'RE SEEING SA TOMORROWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!! SO FUCKING EXCITED peace xoxo PS. mood is once again, giddy FYI, it will never stray from "giddy" as long as my account is hacker-free and in existence. but i will commonly list other possible moods. here are some for today: heroic pissed off tired exhausted horny >>>> SA "silky" which i think i went into in my last post...... SPRING. >>>> Nadia-ish Tags: bored, horseback riding, karma
Current Location: Paul and Jimmy's
Current Mood: giddy
Current Music: whatever shit's playing in my head, and Spring, of course.
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Destroy itself..... english > german > french > english = No one millimetre more space to destroy itself. Interesting. So softball started on thursday. yipee. yipee, here meaning, OH SOMEBODY KILL ME PLEASE. SOMEBODY KILL ME PLEASE, I'M ON MY KNEES, PRETtY PRETTY PLEASE, KILL ME. I WANT TO DIE. PUT A BULLET IN MY HEADDDDDD. Thank you, Adam Sandler, for your inspiration. That, ladies and gentlemen, was not free form or free flow. No-ho no-ho. Noho... north... of... his ovaries. north... of... hard... ons. north... of... houston.... same difference. Anyway, I got totally sidetracked. Softball. Coach. Howie. Not to be confused with Howie from Speech and Debate. Wanted to slap him in the balls today. Jerk. Howie: I cannot stand you. Funny story about him, actually. So we were in practice on Friday, and we were hitting off tees, and he comes up behind me, and you know like what everyone laughs at when someone is being taught how to play golf? When the other person goes behind them and does the motion with them, with their hands on the same club? Yes. Picture that. That was Friday. Howie. Fuck yourself, perv. Except.... change the picture slightly. His hands aren't on the bat. They're around my waist. And we're not going through the swing. He grabs me and twists my hips really hard to the left. Again, and again, and again. But the odd-ness doesn't stop there, oh no. He came back later. And did it again. He makes me sick. On a lighter note (?) , a fair number of Speech and Debate references have been made. Which is odd. Because that's not the phase right now, the phase is Bare. Bare. Bear? Bare. Bare Bear. So now, my next urge is to type up all of the Bare lyrics (or steal them from Emma) and put the entire play into a translator. Should be interesting. I should do that. Then we could perform it. Nice. I just feel like doing something completely ridiculous right now. Like, I can't even think of anything. Just something that no one would ever... EVER... think of doing. Emphasize the "ever." Like running around the city wearing something completely ridiculous. Or painting trees neon orange. Something that when people look at, they will immediately say "wow, that girl is absolutely bonkers. Totally nuts. Needs to either be shot or sent to the mental institution." And nothing short of that. Drop glitter off the tops of buildings. Prank calls. Balloons. Silly string. Foghorns. Anything to drive myself and/or the people around me insane. Get arrested or something. And the colleges can look at my "criminal record" and say, "Arrested? For What? .... Oh.......................... Well, at least she's unique?" No? Okay. I guess not. She's "different." My up arrow is broken. It makes me sad :'( because every time I have to scroll up, I actually have to move my hand all the way from the keyboard to the trackpad, and press the button, and scroll up the page. An then click. I know, right? Absurd. But the sadness will pass. Because I don't do sadness. That's just not how I roll, home slice. (pam boehme? spelling?) Pam Boehme. Never had her. Heard she's a lazy shit. Wouldn't put it past her. Boehme.... Bohemian. Pam Bohemian. Pam is Bohemian. And suddenly the world makes perfect sense. Now I have an essay do tomorrow that I havent started. I'm going to go do that........ Because if you were my homework, I would be doing you on my desk. Hard. peace, home slice. xoxo P.S. As I'm looking through moods, thinking about straying away from the usual "giddy," which I will not end up doing, I honestly thought that "silly" read "silky." So, honorarily, my mood is "silky." Tags: bare, gideon glick, matt doyle, nols., speech and debate
Current Location: On top of mount everest, in my cake baking tent.
Current Mood: giddy
Current Music: Birthday Bitch.
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........................................ ........................................ ..................... So I should really be writing an essay right now. It was due on Monday. It is now Friday. But I really don't care as much as I probably should. It's about Industrialization in Britain. But it's all outlined, so it really shouldn't be too hard. But I just don't feel like writing it. I need some intense form of motivation. I've been listening to Speech and Debate for like 2 hours but that just makes me want to sit here and listen to Speech and Debate some more, so it's not really getting me anywhere, as truly amazing as it is. Gideon Glick, I'm sorry, but I must turn off your voice. Eventually. Some time other than right now. 5 minutes... But we all know that 5 minutes will turn into 10..... and then 20..... and before you know it, it's 9 o clock and I haven't done shit..... again. So wish me luck. Off I go to listen to Speech and Debate for "5 minutes" and then write my essay. Tags: bored, gideon glick, procrastinating, speech and debate
Current Location: Britain's Chode.
Current Mood: giddy
Current Music: Diwata's Podcast #2.
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SO THIS IS THE FIRST POST IM MAKING SINCE MY PASSWORD GOT FUCKED UP OR W/E WE (ME AND EMMA) SAW LAUREN PRITCHARD'S LAST SHOW YESTERDAY IT WAS FUCKING AMAZING SHE LEGIT CRIED DURING LIKE EVERY SONG BUT LIKE FOR REAL IT KICKED ASS. AND THEN WE MET MATT DOYLE. I ALMOST PASSED OUT. AND THE GIDEON GLICK SHOWED UP AT STAGEDOOR!!! SO JVW WENT IN TO HIS DRESSING ROOM, AND GIDEON WENT IN AFTER HIM, AND THEY SPENT 3 MINUTES IN THERE, AND THEN CAME OUT AND LEFT TOGETHER!!! I DIED. AND THEN BLAKE BASHOFF SAVED ME. WITH LOST. THE WHOLE NIGHT BASICALLY KICKED ASS. YAYYY!!! peace out Tags: gideon glick, jbw, matt doyle
Current Location: in matt doyle's pants...
Current Mood: predatory
Current Music: escape - enrique iglasias (sp?)
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Wow. Tuesday. Super Tuesday. Not so super. For me, at least. Well, here's how it went.... So I wake up. I feel like I'm hung over. Alarm is still going, I want to bash it into a wall. Nothing new right? Well I had to speed-clean my messy-as-hell room so my house cleaner wouldn't quit. Then I forgot eye makeup. And I'm late for class. But, it's English class, and my teacher is a pushover, so I wasn't too worried, but I'm running up the stairs. And I trip. Twice. Twice in the same staircase route. Wow. So English class, I didn't do the homework, and I answered a question wrong, which made it obvious that I didn't do the work, which was stupid of me. I really should have kept my god damn mouth shut. Morning meeting, not so bad. We sat on the heater. Again. Warm. Good. My friend Emma (cough - you're reading this - cough) decided to like text her friend in the middle of it and then in made a really loud sound. And we laughed. Silently.... because that's what morning meeting is.... silent.... right? yeah. So 2nd period. My history class is cancelled. Yay! ------ Algebra class sucks. It makes me want to die. But today was one of those days that kind of rock because me and my friends just didn't pay any attention at all. I drew a kick ass picture of a tree in my notes (like really, kick ass) and me and my friend Damian were passing notes very obviously across the room. Inside joke. I showed him the tree. Thumbs up. So I a stick figure, labeled it "YOU" and drew a heart between it and the tree. And I labeled the tree "TREE". So I showed Damian, and Ellen, who was sitting next to him, also saw. And at that moment, Chris Discenza (suckish algebra teacher) said, "So the range of data here is -" and Ellen, at that perfect moment, says TREE! good class, good class. I scribbled down notes and didn't learn a thing. Then the rest of the school. day was pretty forgettable. But AFTER SCHOOL!! Emma cam over to my house and we watched One Last Thing - with Gideon Glick (!!!) - It was amazing. There's one part where he says "Dude, shut up" in the funniest way imaginable. We must have watched that over a zillion times. Like, no joke, a zillion. And now I'm trying to refrain from watching it again.............. But we all know that that's just not going to work.......... So now I have to go write applications to the two junior semester study away programs I'm applying to - MCS in Maine and HMI in Colorado. Will say more later, but I gotta go for now. And my dad voted for Barack Obama. Super pissed. Community Service Day tomorrow - Will say more about a lot of this later..... -Hasn't come up with a signing-off-line yet....- PS. Mood = giddy. hahahahahahahaha so glad that's there. you'll be seeing that one pretty often. inside joke much? Current Location: In a pinata.
Current Mood: giddy
Current Music: BARE
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