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[19 Apr 2007|01:49pm]
i made a new lj (friends only). i added a lot of you, but i'm sure there are some that i forgot.

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[17 Apr 2007|05:52pm]
[ mood | depressed ]

I can see how you can associate songs with certain memories, whether they're good or bad, but scents?? I stole my mom's strawberry scented shampoo, and the scent reminded me of a time in my life that I don't want to think about. I don't remember which memory it was though, but I am certain that it wasn't good.

I'm trying to keep my spirits up by listening to happy music, but to no avail. It only makes me sadder thinking about the happy times I had while listening to this music. and I can never get them back.

It is a really warm day outside today. It's not hot, it's warm. Comfortable. I went out to the car to get my psych book, and before I went inside I just stood on the sidewalk for a minute and looked at the sky. It is so blue, and the sun is so bright, and I couldn't see any clouds..
..and it made me sad.

This is getting ridiculous.

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[14 Apr 2007|11:33am]
Yesterday my brother's friend Jessica called me up and was like, "wanna go visit your brother in columbia?" so, of course, I went. When we got there me, michael, jessica, cierra, and brett went to go eat, and Michael ran into this guy he used to work with. The guy, Geoffrey, is a mentalist. Michael once saw him crush a quarter with his mind. So, he sat down with us, and Michael asked him if he could read our minds. Geoffery told Michael to write something down on a piece of paper when he went outside to go smoke a cigarette. It could be any thought, anything that happened to him in his life, anything at all. So he left, Michael wrote down something on a piece of paper, folded it up, and told Geoffrey to come back inside. Geoffery tore up Michael's paper and told me to hold on to it. Then he wrote down something on a piece of paper, folded it up, and asked Michael what he wrote down. "Well, I thought about the morning my dad told me Chris Farley had died". and Geoffrey goes "So, you wrote down the death of Chris Farley?" Michael said yes. Geoffrey showed us his paper and it said 'The death of Chris Farley'. So then, me, Cierra, Brett, and Jessica wrote down something on a piece of paper, while Geoffrey went outside to smoke a cigarette. I wrote 'pants', Cierra wrote 'you can't fly in here', Jessica wrote 'the sky is blue', and Brett wrote 'bonzo goes to bitburg'. The same thing happened as before, and Geoffrey knew who wrote down what. The only thing he got wrong was he wrote 'bonzo goes to the bathroom'. Then Michael gets a call from a friend who knows of a party that's going on. So we go to the party, and everyone is nice to each other. Even though most of us were strangers, everyone seemed like they were best friends with anyone else. Then the host of the party, Steve, it was his birthday party, he spun fire. He lit these.. things on fire and held them by chains and he danced around and spun fire. It was so cool! Oh, and that guy had a skydiving certificate. but yeah, it was most definitely an awesome night.

did i just blog? i'm sorry.
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[10 Apr 2007|11:09pm]
I think the biggest reason I wanted to move was because it would be easier for me to leave my friends, rather than have them leave me.
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[08 Apr 2007|03:21pm]
[ mood | okay ]

so.. i'm not quitting bi lo.

last night, i went in and told one of the managers that i'm putting in my two weeks notice and all that. then this morning i go in for my shift and another manager asked me why i'm quitting, and she said i could be a student temp, which just means i don't have to work when school is going on, but i can work during the summer and/or when i get bored or whatever. my last day (for now) is going to be in a week.

so yeah. i still have a job.

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[07 Apr 2007|11:24pm]
[ mood | tired ]

today i put my two weeks notice in at punk ass bi lo. i'm just so fed up with (mostly) everyone who works there and their bullshit, and i'm fed up with being everyone's bitch. the whole scanning groceries thing gets old after a while. i just need to take some time off from work, and get my grades up a little, then i can start looking for a new job. but the question is where?

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[06 Apr 2007|02:43am]
[ mood | sad ]

I am not at all comfortable with myself.

And I swear it's the last time and I swear it's my last try
and we'll walk in circles around this whole block
walk on the cracks on the same old sidewalks
and we'll talk about leaving town
yeah we'll talk about leaving
I swear it's the last time I swear it's my last try

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[03 Apr 2007|03:24am]
If I died today, I wonder how long it would take for my friends to notice.
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[02 Apr 2007|03:07am]
I was thinking "Where's my capo?" but it came out "Where's my casket?"

A Freudian slip? ...or maybe I just need to sleep.
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[01 Apr 2007|04:45pm]
[ mood | fucking guess ]

Everything I do seems utterly useless. I've been so tired lately, and no matter how much sleep I get I'm still fucking exhausted. I haven't been doing my schoolwork because I'm too tired and it seems like there's no point to it. Then when I go to work, I don't have the energy to deal with customers and their bullshit. Other times, however, I can get by with only a few hours of sleep a night and get all my schoolwork done and work shifts at my job that my lazy bastard coworkers didn't show up for. Is this normal?

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[28 Mar 2007|08:46pm]
My friend blew me off last minute to go smoke pot and generally get fucked up with some other friends of ours. Why am I not suprised?

Why am I not fucking suprised.
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[25 Mar 2007|10:46pm]
I stopped a thief at work today.

I was the u-scan ninja today, and this guy came through with some things, and i noticed that he had a thing of beer in his cart. i thought "i'm too lazy to say anything to him now. when he tries to ring it up, i'll just tell him that we don't sell beer on sundays". but then i notice that he rings up his groceries except the beer, pays, puts the groceries in his cart, and proceeds to walk out. so i stop him and say "..were you planning on paying for that?" (in the most 'im gonna kick your ass' voice i could muster), and he was all shifty about it and he goes "well..uh..i'll just come back later for that". so he takes his bags and leaves. then i go to get the beer out of the cart and i see a bunch packs of cigars as well. then i notify the manager, and everyone was like OMG!

crimefighting, FTW!
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[22 Mar 2007|08:05pm]
[ mood | depressed ]

It is evident that I am wasting my time.

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[14 Mar 2007|09:50pm]
[ mood | tired ]

vitamin water is my favorite thing ever.

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[12 Mar 2007|08:55pm]
[ mood | burned out ]


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[28 Feb 2007|04:28pm]
Only a few things to update:

I got my hair cut really short. I love it.

Tech gave me the life scholarship because I pretty much kicked ass last semester. I hope I can keep it. Biology is killing me.

I'm sick of my friends and their fucking drugs.
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[12 Feb 2007|09:41pm]
[ mood | bored ]

Today I was in the waiting room at the doctor's office, and a lady walked by and accidentally stepped on my foot. She apologized, and I said it was ok, then she sat down next to her friend. The friend was like "What happened?", and the lady goes "I stepped on his foot".
Why do people keep mistaking me for a boy? I do not look like a boy! Promise.

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[09 Feb 2007|11:18pm]
[ mood | bored ]

The guy who called me a fag apolozied. He said he felt really bad because he didn't know that I'm gay. The other day this girl we work with told him I was. Why people at work are talking about my sexual orientation, I don't know. but oh well. I guess it doesn't bother me. I think the majority of the people I talk to at work know that I'm gay, and they're all cool with it, so that's always a good thing.

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[05 Feb 2007|01:35pm]
I don't get why some people I work with are so mean to me. One guy called me a fag, and one girl told me to go kill myself. What the fuck?
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[23 Jan 2007|10:45pm]
[ mood | stressed ]

Biology gives me really bad panic attacks. This really sucks because I want to study hard for this class so it doesn't kill my GPA, but on the other hand I do not want to have panic attacks.

Oh and I think I am getting to be less nervous/shy/awkward around this girl...but I am pretty sure she doesn't swing that way.

I can never win!

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