| i will pay for my faults...in apple sauce. |
[Dec. 14th, 2002|08:25 pm] |
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I've been writing in here a lot. I think that there is a big correlation between how much I write in here and my hermitaging. Par example, I have not gone out once this weekend. Not for a lack of things to do. I've had my usual calls every night. But I just don't feel like going out. So I don't. And this is the third entry I've done this weekend.
Ashley just told me the Crime and Punishment paper isn't due until Tuesday, instead of Monday. NICE, now instead of waiting until Sunday night to do it, I will have until Monday night to.
Good news, everyone, I know I'm not pregnant because I have my period, and boy oh boy is it angry with me about SOMETHING. Because it hasn't been a bitch like this since ninth grade, where I could barely roll over. It's not that bad. But it's the worst since that, so a step below writhing. Ahh...feel the glory of god's punishment to all women for original sin. Oooh. |
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| Where the fun begins...Vinnin Square Groupies Unite |
[Aug. 13th, 2002|02:56 pm] |
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At Ashley's. With Arielle and Caity. And Ashley...der.
Went to Johnny Foodmaster's and gave homes to Ex-Lax and corn cushions in deserving shopper's carts...good times.
Mike is so hot. I just want to fu- I mean, I would love to see him again. Yes. |
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| Leg-Humping Dogs and the People That Like It. Chrissy, that is. |
[Aug. 13th, 2002|01:03 pm] |
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That's right. Did the title intrigue your simple minds, my loyal readers?
WELL, last night Chrissy, Ashley, Arielle and I(and Dave Satin but he doesn't count cause he didn't really do anything) managed to go to club VISIONS. OOH. And I'm not going to say that I wasn't hesitant, nor that I was impressed either. But it was definatley fun if you ignored all the bleachies wearing leopard and/or metallic flavored underwear as clothing. And all the skeevy little men sporting skeevy flannel shirts, that try to grab your hips and hump you. I was very picky. I probably shouldn't have been seeing as that I was wearing enough clothing to feel out of place, but...eh.
Picky enough to meet this really hot pretty boy prom king type. Named Mike, from Saugus. SO sexy. Got his number, called him at 1 am and we're 'hanging out' sometime this week. And don't worry guys, he asked me to call him that night, I wasn't being stalkerly. I even waited until after 1 to make things more difficult. Leave him hanging a tad. Kissed him, albeit very briefly cause I had to go. Think Jude Law, only not as skinny and taller, and unfortunatley, sort of blond...I'm pretty sure I'll be able to deal.
Chrissy really got down with the menfolk. Whoo wee. It was sort of funny, because you wouldn't expect her to be able to dance, but she can.
Hey guys, speaking of Chrissy, notice my comment button!!! I changed it because I'm learning how to be a computer geek, slowly but surely!!
Going to hang out with Ashley now, picking up Ariesmell at 4, Caity at 5, and Chrissy at 9. When they consecutively get out of work. And I'm sposed to call Joe Nassar and Spook at some point tonight, and I should Jenna too. I dunno, I should stop haning out with such random people, it makes things really confusing. And I'm not going to hang out with Billy again unless HE CALLS ME. Cause, by morals of what he did, I don't need to chill with him ever. So gotta be his efforts.
Damnit. I'll write more tonight but I have to go now.
Muchos bises! |
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| mononononononononononononotony |
[Aug. 10th, 2002|01:02 pm] |
This has been so confusing; being at home that is. So much has happened recently, and it's all so screwed up that I can't write a lot of it cause it's top secret. In fact, I have two secrets coming to mind above the others that I could write novels on...but I can't.
Lesser secret. I need willpower with certain peoples. It's not even that I like him again. I mean, I'm obviously attracted, but I don't know why I'm giving a second chance to someone I wasn't even that serious about in the first place. Well. Onto other stories.
Supposed to go to 'The Club' on Monday. That's the day after tomorrow, huh? I was going with Chrissy, Ashley, Arielle, Caity ect., but I ran into Nicole Ynetty and she was going too so hopefully there's a ride. Damn not being able to drive yet ness.
Oh yea, my driving lesson the other day. Mr. Athanas drives up, or rather, Bobby DeFazio drives up to my house, and spends an hour lecturing me on my snoogies or something. I forget what he called them, but he was talking about cigarettes. Why do people think that they're such a big deal?? I don't understand! I mean, godamnit, if I want to light sticks on fire and put them in my mouth, let me. Anyway. He says I drive too speedily. Har har har.
I dunno. Can't wait till school because I am so fucking bored of just going out with the same people all day and different people every night to get drunk. I don't care enough anymore.
Blark.
xo Sam |
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| Intoxitated Tara takes on the Evils of Swampscott, MA |
[Aug. 4th, 2002|12:23 pm] |
I don't know why I'm so impatient with these entries lately. So much, I just want to use my stupid run-on uncapitalized piece of shit sentences, but I feel crappy doing that, since basically that's what I've been doing for the past month.
Last night Ashley and I hung out, but at 12 when she wanted to go to bed 'cause she had to wake up early the next day, Tara and Joe picked me up and brought me to some really random party on the neck. Too many damn Marblehead football players with sticks up their asses. I mean, football's bad enough but at leas tin Swampscott they're not bitchy about it. Anyway, Tara was completely gone, and
damn what the hell is my mum moaning about now?
Anyway, Tara was completely gone aw shit shes pissing off again and pretending to not be bigoted against everybody...still going...keeps going...story goes on... bullshit, bullshit, she's so snobby about things we shouldn't be. And she's convinced Swampscott has become an URBAN NEIGHBORHOOD. Yes, because we have canoodles upon canoodles of gangwars and burglaries and drive-by shootings. Yes, most definately.
Okay, I think she's done, so I can finish the Tara story. Well, there isn't that much to it unless I want to go into boring detail. But basically, she screwed over everything because she was mad at Joe. He was annoyed at her for being so damn obnoxious, and she took it as 'he hates me', and blah blah blah. I'll talk about it later. I gotta go play insaniquariim now. It's one cool motherfucker of a game. |
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| Mood: Pissed the Fuck Off |
[Jul. 31st, 2002|09:40 am] |
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I hate this journal site whenever i write ANYTHING worthwhile it just doesnt load onto the update page and ive LOST ANOTHER ONE i think im going to kill someone if this doesnt work again |
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[Jul. 27th, 2002|10:18 pm] |
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Left MICA today. Well, this morning. Shit, I REALLY hate crying in front of people. It was Kristin and Sarah and Sam that ended it for me. Kristin and I I felt were closer thab Roberta and I were, as she was off with Sam, but Sam set me off for a couple of reasons. First of all he reminds me so much of Joe, and I know I'll have to say goodbye to him soon too, and also because he trusted me so much with what was happening in his and Roberta's relationship. Actually, that's probably WHY he reminded me so much of Joe. Sarah told me not to tell anyone, but that I was her favorite, even over my roomies, and that made me feel really great because she honestly judges on character, nothing else...
But to my fabulous four-Rachel Roberta and Kristin(I know that's three guys, I'm the fourth you fucking dumbass)-I will miss you guys so much! Shit, I don't think that I even gave you all the journal address so you won't see this, but that doesn't matter, I'll miss you the same whether I get comments or not.
So much to say. But I had a couple beers and even though I'm not drunk I'm still pretty damn tired. Probably from airporting all day.
So glad George and Taylor live in Massachusetts!! |
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| both |
[Jul. 25th, 2002|02:38 pm] |
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dont know what to write...overtired but pretty content, excited to see my friends at home but slightly sad to leave the new ones who i have gotten as comfortable around in a month. fooey. |
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| i hate new people so much |
[Jul. 22nd, 2002|06:43 pm] |
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Everything seemed so idyllic when I got to Baltimore...I don't know how exactly it happened, and what is wrong but everything is going to pieces. Once again, I've proven to myself that middle school morals are a bad idea, but I don't think anyone would hear me even if I tried to tell them.
Without realizing it, or even trying here I am at the top again. And not because I'm a good person; whether I am or not is arguable even to my own rationalizations. But because I'm not disfigured, have a skinny torso, and am pretty obnoxious when I need to be.
WHAT THE FUCK??
Sometime I wish I were one of the 'losers' whatever they can be classified as. Maybe I'll homely myself down for college. Which would work, only then I'd be interpreted as bohemian or some shit like that.
And you know what REEEAAALLY pisses me off? When a friend sides with the other person JUST BECAUSE HE'S A GUY. So there happen to be about three here, so logically he'll fall for cute little fucking Kristen if she sides with him, even when the issue is over ME. You know, I wouldn't care i she'd just take him, hell, I don't give a shit if it keeps the two of them busy, but don't betray me after saying chicks before dicks. Her own fucking quote.
AHHHHH FOUR MORE DAYS....
I MISS YOU GUYS EVEN MOOOORE. |
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| pattins |
[Jul. 21st, 2002|04:28 pm] |
ive gone and done it again. i couldnt explain before because he was in the process of following me because i had led him on.
abbie????
help me. and by the way, i read your journal, the whole thing. i like to check up on my bra named gail.
i miss joe more than anyone else (besides the given abbie) and hes leaving the 13th of september. why does life have to do shit like this to me? i mean, i know i have it really easy comparitively speaking, but fuck, why cant my life just be perfect goddamnit??? is that too much to ask for?
ok, now im being unreasonable.
jacob likes my eyes.
i like jacobs.
lets fuck. i mean, uh, just kidding.
be back later. |
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[Jul. 21st, 2002|10:17 am] |
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a lot to say and for certain reasons cannot...will be back later, as soon as i possibly fucking can |
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| roberta=muscle man |
[Jul. 15th, 2002|01:52 pm] |
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so i finally will get money tomorrow, so excited...i hate being materialistic, but the way i figure it, cigarettes and art supplies are minor offenses and thats all i need it for and will use it on.
hahaha, i dont have to go to studio tonight, SOOOO excited(again. im just excited about everything right now.)
mo says im a loooooser...and that its true.
mom???
NOTHING, HAHA. |
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| ever want to kill yourself so someone else doesnt get to you first? |
[Jul. 14th, 2002|10:46 am] |
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i lost my wallet, my mother wants to kill me and i cant even buy cigarettes. plus i am still baltimore-pure. my mums gonna fucking maim me. she wonders why i wont call her directly after i recieve 20 gazillion threatening emails threatening my existence. fuck that. |
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| still here |
[Jul. 12th, 2002|04:23 pm] |
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gawd, this place is starting to suck. on the up side, its a lot easier to get comfortable with people arond here since every day is like 5, and every hour like 5 hours...but i miss my friends and sleeping in. mm, sleeping in...aaaah. plus im not making any effort so no one wants to fuck me and i really want to get laid. except for the rc but even that i stopped putting effort into. whatevs. chrissy, i miss you too, so much!!! and your humungoid cock...uh, i mean balls, oh shit, i mean hugs.
missin you all and wishin i had aim here....
sam
i still need to type in those other entries i keep forgetting to do...damn.
on the good side, i have so much portfolio shit... |
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| hes not gay |
[Jul. 8th, 2002|06:14 pm] |
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hes just off limits cause he works here....but just lemme wprk ma feminine charms...i know he wants to because when he found out he told who told him that i should definatley go to mica next year...which means no i wont, but that ill fuck him the last night here :} mah ha ha.
shit, i havea whole lot of journal ness that ive written in a jouirnal journal but im too lazy to type it in here, plus i dont have it with me...ill put it in soon enough...maybe.
thirsty for lovin and raspberry apple juice
your skippy |
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| girlishnississity sucks ass and im a hypocrit |
[Jul. 6th, 2002|08:22 pm] |
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what the hell am i doing.
im chasing another dana...only because it looks like him...i dont even know the guy and im 'crushing' on him...that hasnt happened since brian, and we all know how lovely that affair turned out to be. holy crap is he gorgeous.
well, in my opinion he is...
I'VE TAKEN UP SIGHING. SOMEBODY HIT ME. |
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| mm...sleep=bad |
[Jul. 6th, 2002|07:22 am] |
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stayed up all night with berta and kristen. damn am i glad for good roommates(and aderall) |
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| time?? |
[Jul. 1st, 2002|03:02 pm] |
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why the fuck isnt the time working in maryland miss you all blah blah blah computers should DIE
love the worlds greatest sam hope kipp |
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| one is silver and the other as good |
[Jun. 27th, 2002|11:49 pm] |
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Tonight was such a good night.
I realized, that after all of my bitching about Swampscott, and missing Abbie(and Zoe) so much and not having TRUE friends...that I do have them.
Sure, they'll never be the same as what I had. But knowing this, accepting this, only makes me treasure Abbie more now, instead of lowering my new ones' value.
I mean, I'm only going away for a month--a month isn't that long, considering, and they were so sad to see me go, it touched me, and I haven't been emotionally touched in an extraordinarily long time. It feels nice, as dumb as that sounds. And I know it sounds dumb. But it feels really nice.
I still feel odd that I'm getting closer to Joe than I am to Tara though-but by coincidence he seems to understand me more than anyone else in Swampscott(or rather, Marblehead), and I'm glad that there is somebody I can finally talk to. Chrissy next, then Ashley...but it's not the same with Tara, she doesn't inspire me like other friends do even though technically we're best friends(as Callie is to Abbie, I suppose). When we have 'deep' conversations, as deep adolescent conversations go...nothing is new. All I do is repeat what I had already thought of, reciting basically. It's odd. I do love her though.
I'LL MISS YOUS GUYS!!
xoxo
your yippity kippity |
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| IT IS TOO FUCKING HOT OUT RIGHT NOW... |
[Jun. 27th, 2002|11:34 am] |
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I hate global warming. |
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