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notso [28 Dec 2004|07:01pm]
[ mood | blah ]

i suck at this whole new username thing.

add it or whatever.

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Happy Christmas [24 Dec 2004|07:46pm]
[ mood | all alone ]

It's Christmas Eve and i have no pals to talk to. to celebrate with. I don't want to seem desperate by calling a certain hondurian to conversate with. :\
So I hope that you guys have a good one while I go watch White Oleander.

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You ever go off on some sweet jumps? [21 Dec 2004|06:55pm]
[ mood | rad ]

all i did..:
-Talk with Jose
-Get ready
-Go Christmas shopping
-Watch Napolean Dynamite
-Talk with Daniela
-Finish Napolean Dynamite

GOSH! it was the best.
This whole christmas break thing has made my life alot better. Without the classes and all that jazz.

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My unholy horseman [19 Dec 2004|06:38pm]
[ mood | whatever ]

If I have to stay locked up in this house for the rest of the week i'll go insane.

We finally got a nice short, and fat Christmas tree. It looks beautifull all lite up; it even has a sash.
I feel like I have a skin disease and no one is picking up the phone.

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blow up [12 Dec 2004|12:10am]
[ mood | shocked ]

just finished watching The Butterfly Effect, and it was incredibly fucked up, sad and amazing. just wow.

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to start off my weekend [10 Dec 2004|09:51pm]
[ mood | to tears ]

today was heartbreaking and enlightning all at the same time.

Mario and Victor are spending the weekend
the greatest with a ton of homework.

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i'm floating in a glass bubble [08 Dec 2004|07:03pm]
[ mood | apathetic ]

I think I should be more worried that my dad might have tried to drive himself home. Even though he's drunk.
Maybe my mom didn't get to the bar on time to stop him from going into his truck. Maybe i'm acting a little too calm for someone whose dad may be in a serious car accident. Do i sound like I'm panicking? I'm not. Would any of you feel worried if this was your dad, or mom?

Today has been strange emotional wise: At lunch after Budino's class was supposedly leaving, i sat with Mariam and started crying. I think there was no reason for it actually. And then Jose walks over because it was a false alaram and says Hi to me. And then I'm laughing at him and Yoan because I didn't want to shake their hands, and ended up greeting them by shaking their elbows. And it felt great because I was laughing, not that fake-i-can-pull-this-off-laugh. It was great. Then after school i felt like shit. Pretended I was mute.

And now my dad is here, pretending to be sober.

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Wilred Owen [29 Nov 2004|08:45pm]
[ mood | and we have war ]

Delce Et Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, caughing like hads, we cursed through sludge,
Til on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softlt behind.

Gas! GAS! Quicky, boys!- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime. -
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpess sight
He plunges at me, guttering, chocking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs
Bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, -
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

"It is sweet and becoming to die for one's country."

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speeeeed, phillip, speeeeed [28 Nov 2004|07:19pm]
[ mood | whats my mood again? ]

spent thanksgiving in Jacksonville with my insane, short, korean grandmother and her husband. Mickey.
-he used to ride harleys, and is in a biker ring.
-she's a kick ass artist and won Best in Show
-they live in this quite neighborhood with tons of trees

She made kimche (i think that's how it's spelled) which are spicy vegetables
but they were burnt one time. so she went on "shit shit shit, what the hell is this?" and she has a thick Korean accent. so it's even funnier.
My Uncle came down from New York. he has a southern accent. He teaches U.S. History, but I didn't have him help me on my Revolution Project. stupid stupid stupid.

This morning I got to witness a speed chase while we were packing up for home.
Some white car screeched on down past us, turned a sharp corner and almost flipped
"what the hell?"
then a cop car almost goes the wrong way; so Mickey and some neighbor wave him in the right direction.
No thank you and he speeds off to catch the guy.

I've been obssesing over The Proffesional and Gangs of New York
I think I'm going to get the book

And: I've found a New Mexican...Diego Luna
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SURPRISE, oh and happy thanksgiving [23 Nov 2004|08:45pm]
[ mood | giggly ]

If i'm not on for awhile, that means my mom found out I cut some of my hair
and doesn't like it.

thanksgiving in jacksonville
with SUSHI, fools

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i want pablo to squish, so i can feel better. [18 Nov 2004|07:18pm]
[ mood | workworkwork ]

Come christmas time, some guys are un-bearable to hang around with and I won't stand it.
:\ damn..tall..mexican. and that columbian.
How was it such a funny joke? please fill me in, because I can't understand the sick humor
I think he even asked me if we were doing candy grams this year...
what an ass.
Don't touch my jacket anymore
Don't come near me when i try to find a book
Don't smile at me in the hallways or
walk me to the door of anything

I can't wait to leave this school and go on to bigger things
because the people here
I have no decent words to define them.



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"And I swear, we were infinite" [15 Nov 2004|07:22pm]
[ mood | happy ]

my mom is going round the house, singing.
but i don't mind because i am feeling HAPPY! and i have good music coming from my ear phones.

I want stars in my night skys
need more of those.

and he doesn't like me.

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[31 Oct 2004|08:25pm]
[ mood | pissed off ]


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oops. [20 Oct 2004|09:02pm]
I love showers
and that soapy smell you get afterwards
so if guys stopped using Ax for awhile, and took a shower...

sadly i did not cut my hair
because then my mom would have to go through with the "i will kill you" threat
maybe later
sorry to dissapoint
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[16 Oct 2004|10:58pm]
[ mood | lost ]

Dear Perfect person,

find me soon.


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[21 Sep 2004|08:39pm]
[ mood | scared ]

a college student from the UofM killed himself over the weekend.
he was on drugs

and this reminded me of Jake, it could be him, one day. Sometime.

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Maybe it's more fun alone [30 Aug 2004|08:34pm]
[ mood | bored ]

School has been...uneventful so far
bland and boring.
I can't stand it, it's just the same thing everyday
it's tres tres tireing.

I've actually had a fun time with Kenneth after school;
which scares me

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Is Miyavi an anime character? [28 Aug 2004|10:55pm]
[ mood | impressed ]

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