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spends countless hours hidden in the cave of her room blogging, doing homework, sleeping and sacrificing virgins. Not really. that last one was a joke.

spends countless hours hidden in the cave of her room blogging, doing homework, sleeping, and sacrificing virgins. Not really. that last one was a joke.

A Plethora of What? Damsel in Distress Domino Lizbob Moon's Notes and Nonsense rockabye Zombiee

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Firstly(hehe, funny word), is LoveBUG♥™. Basically a gay rights advocacy group. If you have a myspace, then add us! For goodness' SAKES! The uh, URL is www.myspace.com/LoveBUG4gayrights

fun fun! (no, I didn't capitalize it. I didn't WANT to, bitches!)

Secondly,

I DIED MY HAIR! RED!

I know, it's colossal. It might even change the course of the Earth's orbit! It might change the history of the world! Well, at least we know one thing is certain. I look SO GOOD! !DOOG OS...SO GOOD! hehe. StrongBad. Not a bad site, bytheway. check it out. www.HomestarRunner.com

Love,
Allys! (none other than!)
Happy End of the Weekend! Fun fun. Who gets to go to school today? Me.
Who needs to go to sleep already? Me. Ah well. I like the early mornings. Or late nights. Or...twilight hours? Whatever you want to call it.

One last thing to say to ______ James.

Well, truth be told I miss you, and truth be told I'm LYING!

Wahahahaha!!!! I guess that's kind of harsh, but ilts.
It's a great fuck you song.

Grrrr. Damn font.

Labels: Bruises, fuck, hell

If freaking ______ James read this, why the hell wouldn't he comment? And if he does read it, he probably is hooked on it like some kid watches re-runs of Degrassi everynight. He probably adores it. What will happen next?

Encouraging.

I tried to do handstands for you.
Tried to do handstands for you.
Everytime I fell on you. Everytime I fell.
I tried to do hand stands for you but everytime I fell for you.
I'm permanetly black and blue,
Permanently blue for you.

This song reminds me of three things very important to me.

1. My favorite, LOST jeans. (Let us take a moment of silence)
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2. Cheerleading. (Handstands, duh!)

3. *Blank* James. (Nuff Said.)

Something to ponder.
I'm still finding my way out from under you.
It's just when you look at me, I can smile. I freaking had a dream about you. Damn. And I'm writing about you, whore. People smile at me when I say I'm over you. I'm not obsessed. I'm not. Not anymore. I still care about you. ALOT. I want to ask you if you read my blog, if you say yes, well, shit. If you say no, well, don't. Don't do it, PLEASE. There's a lot of things on here that aren't completely true anymore. And what's with freaking Jenny glaring at me all the time. Maybe it's just early, and stuff, but I have a feeling that it's more. (Paranoia! My whispers say to me. ) I really want to be Jennifer's friend. She won't let me. Shrug.

The one thing about jumping into nothing is gravity. I'll fall somehow. I was totally jealous when I saw you two walking together. I'm stalking you. not really. Sarcasm is my friend. heehee.

Jesus. we are polar opposites. Even if you are the sweetest guy on the history of the planet. I'm not as attracted to you (thank god) anymore. And I get annoyed when you look at me all the time now, but that's probably because you're making it so damn hard to get over you. Jeez.

Well, Damn.
Crunching snow, shoes sink deeper into rising snow. White orbs, mingle from ice frozen from the last time it snowed. January is bitter. Cold swirls around, invisible, intangible, but inevitable. The winter in December was happy. Warm, even. But silence follows in creeping footsteps now. The undeniable presence of absolutely nothing is flooding all thoughts. Tears fall and sink below into ice. I fall and sink below into freezing waters. I see ice firm and unmoving above. I stay and look at the glowing light of the sun dimmed by water and ice. I sink deeper into black. Remembering the bitter January winter song.

Labels: December, ice, January, silence, snow

It's over. Done.
I'm finding my way out from under you.
Even if that place for me is completely upside down. You're totally different. Unlike some other guys that I have liked(the memoirs are gruesome. To think I liked some of these guys.) you've made me happy. I am completely and utterly happy now. And thinking that makes me so...HAPPY! But I'm not going to talk about you anymore. This is about me. I'm realizing the only one I need is me.

It's sunny today. And I'm happy. I'm glorious. I can't believe I would develop an aversion to cold. Oddity. Ridgecrest is turning into, well, Ridgecrest. Lovely, cloudless skies, beautiful sunrises and sunsets.

I haven't written for a while. I mean actually written. I need to take down the wall towering ominously above me. It's blocking my ability to think. I'll take it down brick by brick. I'll peer over the edge. I'll see the beauty around me.

Look around. Sometimes when I see the blue sky, when I look into the deep, endless blue, I don't see my limitations. When I look into the sky and see pale purples and lovely pinks and oranges, when I see the bright red, I think of my beauty and everyone around me. How beautiful are they? The sky is yours. Look up and breath in air. It's yours. Smile.

Even if I'm upside down, I can see beauty in these words. All of them are yours.

Labels: beautiful, happy, memoirs, sky, sunny, write

So, Lester. BLAH BLAH BLAH.

Today's topic?

David.

Today's reason?

Deep and passionate

LOATHING

I'm good.

Anyways, I hate him. End of topic.

BUT...

Back to Les...Uhmmm, ______ James.
(Yes I know I already said his name earlier in the post.)

I don't love him.

In fact, I don't LIKE him quite nearly as much.
Something HAPPENED.

In all my days wishing I could forget, that I would move on,

It ACTUALLY happened!

So now I'm okay. I'll be good if he doesn't love me. I'll probably be GREAT if he does.
I love myself. Seriously though, I know it's cliche, and EVERYONE says it, (well that's why it's cliche) if you love yourself, others are more likely to love you. I mean, I still stare at him. I'm curious. What's different? Why? What happened to him? What happened to me? Ah, well, life's questions are left unanswered.

Okay, so today, David was rambling on, and I was just like, SHUT UP!
And he was like, excuse me? you forget who youre talking to, you need a life.

And then I just stared at him.
This is coming from a guy who's aspirations in life are to join a marching band at a COLLEGE. Not even proffesionally. just college.
WOW! Dream big!

And I glanced at Les - ______ James, and he was shaking his head. At least I know he, I don't know, wanted to stick up for me? I'm going to ask him why he is david's friend, because the freaking hugest asshole in the history of the world is best friends with the sweetest guy I've ever met.

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