Where have I been? Busy for the past few days. Interesting things have happened. I've had my share of ups and downs this week. Euphoria one moment, dillusion the next, I guess you could say that I'm PMSing, even though it's not that time of month yet. The first semester is over, and I think I did pretty fucking good on my finals. I see another 4.0 coming on. Like always. The same birthday party/get-together to attend this weekend. Like always. The same lack of parental chats and baby-sitting torture over and over again. Like always. This life is boring.
Where did all the spice go? I found a reason to be ecstatic at the beginning of the week, but I suppose that has all worn off. From karoake parties to Scientology personality tests to badminton practice, this week has been quite a handful.... yet I still find time to relax with my inner lazy self. Hmmmm..... this life needs some oomph in it. I don't remember the fuel that got me pumped before.... cause whatever it was, it's gone now....
Don't even have a show to look forward to. =( Or a movie I'm anxious to see. =( Dammit, even friends aren't all that appealing sometimes..... oh well, I guess I just gotta remember...
Choose life. Fuckin' piece 'o shite.
>>> Entered at 08:40 p.m. by a
messed-up Maggie*.
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Me: hands are fucked
Laura: you masterbate?
Me: all the motherfuckbucketing time
Me: j/k
Me: my hands are small i know
Me: but they're not yours
Me: they are my own
Laura: hahaha
Laura: thats no awful how it all fits together
Me: my small hands aren't able to handle my dirty penii
Laura: as in plural????
Laura: whats that about?
Me: i dunno
Me: i just think penii sounds better than penises
Laura: but WHY do you have multiple ones
Laura: ?
Laura: hehe
Me: BECAUSE
Me: i am special.
Me: i can have more penii if i want to
Laura: i want more!!!
Laura: but i dont have enough money to buy it
And here we conclude that Laura and I talk about nonsense. I may have dirty penii, but mind you, I am not a transvestite. Let's all pitch in folks. Let's donate some money to the "Laura Needs More Penii" Foundation. I guess some just aren't as fortunate as us multiple penii-beholders. (=
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>>> Entered at 03:26 p.m. by a
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Man, I haven't written here for quite a while. Well, maybe only two days max, but whatever. Now is a weird time in my life. Everything has somewhat ceased to exist. Like someone just sorta pulled the plug on time, and we are all moving in a slow-motion sorta way. Like we are ephemeral beings. Anyway, I guess I could just say that things are pretty bland. No spice, no flavor. Finals are done. A new semester is beginning. Friends are cool. Family never could have been better. So why do I feel like everything is going around in circles?
Now here is where I ponder the meanings of life. Why do we exist? What is life really worth living for? Not saying I'm suicidal, cause frankly, my life is swell and I intend to make the most out of the days that I am alive. Once again, carpe diem is the theme of the day. Now I can't finish my thoughts. My parents are watching a movie with an increasingly annoying end credits theme song, and it is rattling my brain. It sounds like a-wahhhh a-wahhhh, and I am losing my concentration. Ahhhhh....... anyway, Project Maggie Wants To Be A Good Person is still in effect, so don't think I'm in an era of depression yet again.
Everything is peachy.
We are all people of a certain substance.
>>> Entered at 11:58 a.m. by a
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Need.... sleep..... chaos.... maddening..... sister muttering... annoying... ahhhh.... can... not... think....
FUCK. I need to focus. My thinking is in five different places at once, and I can't seem to concentrate on anything. Too much is being desired of me. I can't handle this stress. Algebra II finals tomorrow... well I'll be.... fucked. >.< Well, going to attempt to study now. Let's hope I don't get my knickers in a twist. Maybe I'll make some sense later.
>>> Entered at 11:19 p.m. by a
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You will marry CHRISTIAN (played by Ewan McGregor) from Moulin Rouge, live in a sparkling elephant at the Moulin Rouge, and spend your days righting wrongs and singing songs because all you need is love (and it helps that it's Ewan McGregregor you're living with ^_^).
What's YOUR M * A * S * H future?
>>> Entered at 08:24 p.m. by a
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I love hearing people and them telling me about their issues. <
Let's put this into effect at the bowling party tonight, ya'll...... and keep sending in those gripe e-mails!!! I love reading them just as much as I love responding to them!!!!!! (which I will do eventually...)
>>> Entered at 06:05 p.m. by a
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People piss me off. (Yet again.) People who are ignorant. People who won't listen to what you have to say. People who don't respect your opinion. People who don't understand you. People who don't even try. People that stereotype. People who don't believe. People who think only of stupidity. People who highly underestimate others. People who could give a shit about you, even though they pretend to care. Those people. Those people are bullshit.
Blah. No one agrees with me anymore. No one wants to hear what I have to say. *sighs* The cheese stands alone.
>>> Entered at 06:44 p.m. by a
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At the previews for Black Hawk Down, they showed this new one for an Arnold Schwarzenegger (or however you spell it) film, and guess what it's called??? COLLATERAL DAMAGE!!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!! NOOOO!!!! Those damn bastards stole my phrase. Now I can't stand to say it anymore, cause when I do, I'll think of Ahh-nold. Yuck. >.< So good-bye to Maggie's over-used phrase. Fuckin' a.
Bleh. I love Jane's Addiction. ^_^
>>> Entered at 05:39 p.m. by a
messed-up Maggie*.
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Wowzers....... I saw a really really really good movie today. I've been wanting to see this film since November, and I feel so fulfilled. This movie is so damn good. Typically, I don't like this sorta shit (considering last week I went to see Orange County), but this movie is so amazing to me. It is incredibly beautiful...... yes, incredibly violent, but just overall..... breathtaking...... and why?? Well, I don't know.... I guess you could say that it was your typical war movie, but the setting and the time and the people.... everything is just so remarkable. Everything was so perfect in this film...... ahhh... is there another infatuation coming on?
Anyway, this movie is eerily sad, but for the whole film, I was just so astounded and in awe the whole time. This is a good movie to see kiddies. You can forget your Pearl Harbor shit. If you're in it for Josh Hartnett, then this film is definitely 1000000x better. (Even though I really don't even like Josh Hartnett at all.) Ewwww... he's supposedly the "starring role", that sorta pisses me off but oh well..... Ewan McGregor and Orlando Bloom (of Legolas from Lord of the Rings fame) are in it too. Yay.
The imagery is artful but so harshly real. What a beautifully violent film about humanity. And the music is awesome too. I don't know why, but the music in this film is so well chosen, placed, and edited. Right on. They even managed to fit in a little Stone Temple Pilots... yee ha....
Well, that's enough praise for one entry. I think that I am just so enthralled from this film since I was up till 3 AM yesterday, watching The Fast and The Furious, which is a horrible excuse for a movie. Sure, Paul Walker is in it.... but that doesn't change anything. He's not the most talented actor, but he is hot as hell..... pity when talents don't match up to looks eh?
So yeah...... bliss...... *listening to System of a Down*
ROCK OUT!!!! m/
>>> Entered at 05:26 p.m. by a
messed-up Maggie*.
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Well here I am, randomly up at 4 in the morning, but these are recent referrals that are wildly amusing. Check these out:
god damn horny
i hate the hiccups
don't worry emo kid
spying on my sister
asian in sock
I swear, these people are so demented!! Anyway today was meant to be an extremely good day, but it only turned out to be decent. That's fine with me though. I can't expect every Friday to be perfect. I was going to see Orange County with some friends tonight, but that didn't really work out. No biggie. I've already seen it. Jack Black is hilarious. I don't care, and people can bash Tenacious D all they want to, but I know for a fact that at least Jack Black is a hilarious comedian.
I'm also in a non-bitter mood as of now. I'm pretty sure that's a good thing.... who knows..... this could all change tomorrow.... or in the next instant..... bah. Need. Sleep. -_-*
>>> Entered at 04:18 a.m. by a
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Interesting, eh??
This quiz says absolutely nothing about your personality. Take it!
>>> Entered at 11:45 p.m. by a
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Yes folkies and folkettes, that is the theme of the day. Today has been highly bitter for me. It has mostly consisted of me griping to people about how pissed off I am at many people, people who haven't really affected me or done anything wrong to me, but just people I think are lame and petty. Like this one girl. I'm gonna pull a Laura now and use code names here. So this girl named Shawanda right? Well, she is an example of a fubnucking stoo-pid person. She thinks that she can just cozy right on up to people, and just steal their identities away. Rawr....... like if I was to say, dude I love Poison the Well, she'd be like, hell yeah, fuckin' Poison the muthafuckin' Well!!! She would have no idea who they were, but she'd be all over them like your momma that raped the dog.... anyway..... it's just.... she takes things on as her own.... She doesn't have a true identity, a true character. She spawns off the personalities of other people, and steals all the good things from them, and meshes it all into her fat... I mean.... she makes it a part of herself. God damn fubnucking Shawanda.
People who have to rely on other people to look "cool" are just plain idiots. It's too simple. Cause this Shawanda gal is always around me like "Oh yeah, I can be smart too" and she thinks that shit like that impresses me. Dude, plastic is not that interesting to me. I like smart people who are genuinely bright and most importantly, people who can think for themselves. Honestly. What is wrong with people. It's not just the people with substance problems who are jacked in the ass. Everyone has issues. It's just so sad to say that some people are more problem children than others....... *sigh*......
So today I have basically been really mean about people and making shitloads of crude comments. But you know what? I don't care. It's about time the world looked itself in the mirror and realized that its population of decent people is rapidly diminishing.... seriously.... you have no idea how hard it is to find a decent person to have a conversation with these days..... what is the world coming to.......???
>>> Entered at 10:55 p.m. by a
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Well folks... I just archived a page.... and what better way to start off a blank page of entries than with the phrase "Carpe diem!"? Yes kiddies, seize the day.... because instead of doing absolutely nothing today, I did absolutely nothing while watching Dead Poets Society. Wow, ain't that fantastic? If you haven't seen this movie, then I recommend that you watch it. It is really gripping and the message of this movie is incredible. The movie is overall just really spiffy, but my favorite part about it is the camera angles. Everytime I watch it or see it, I can't help but admire the angles at which everything is viewed.
Like looking at life from a different perspective once in a while. And that's a good thing.
Speaking of perspectives, tomorrow I get to be a do-gooder and do some community service. For a church. Maybe I will feel holy.... haha.... or not. >.< Maybe I shouldn't get into religion right about now. I still like the way my blank page looks. (=
>>> Entered at 09:02 p.m. by a
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___ in short. $
>>> Alias - Maggie* - P-chan - Slush Puppie
>>> Residence - Campbell, California - Not as exciting as you would like it to be.
>>> Years lived - 15 - They go by too slowly.
>>> Asian - Hates raving, Hondas, and such. - Loves rice. Give me rice and/or sushi, and I will be your friend.
>>> Status - Geek. Nerd. Dork. Loser. Whatever. - Or you could say that I'm smart.
___ interests and intrigues. @
>>> Writing. And drawing. Sometimes.
>>> Music faves - metal, emo, punk, hardcore. - But I don't limit myself. You shouldn't either.
>>> Shows and concerts - Duh.
>>> Anime - Clamp and don't bash me cause I like Sailor Moon.
>>> Internet - I use it too much, as you can tell.
>>> Food - I will eat anything, except for shit. That's a no-no.
>>> Sleep - I need it. Don't we all....
___ shameless plugging. 8
>>> Local bands you really must check out.
Dredg,
Keeping Ellis,
A Burning Water,
Fighting Jacks,
THRVLTNSML,
Olympic Year,
Sloe,
Division Day,
onelinedrawing.
___ i have no friends. :
>>> Laura
>>> Jenny
>>> Samantha
___ archives. 1
>>> July 2001 - obsessed.
>>> August 2001 - lethargic.
>>> September 2001 - dead.
>>> October 2001 (part 1) - moody.
>>> October 2001 (part 2) - blasphemy.
>>> November 2001 (part 1) - phunny.
>>> November 2001 (part 2) - like... whoa.
>>> December 2001 - rejoice.
>>> January 2002 (part 1) - too long.
>>> January 2002 (part 2) - redefined.
___ stalk me. -M
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