Of course, you know this is me to the fullest. Heh heh. I am the mofuckin' P-chan. Werd.
11:36 a.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho]
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[spooky ooky! really... =( | Tuesday, June 25, 2002]
Yesterday night was really scary/weird. I was watching TV around 1 AM, when I heard these moans and cries from outside, possibly next door.... and these aren't just random cries of woe.... but like screams of pain, maybe someone getting raped/giving birth/having truly intense orgasms? what..... I honestly don't know what it was, but it honestly freaked me out. It was really loud and very frightening, simply because I didn't know what it was. My dad and I went out on our street to see what it was, and thankfully, someone had already called the cops. I still don't know what it was, but my sister believes that it was just the making of a porn film featuring wildly masochistic sex gone wild. As much as I would/would not like to believe that, it was still really scary..... I couldn't sleep.... the scary thing... it was coming from Mr. Fernandez's direction... but then again, they were womanly shrieks... are the thugs at it again? I guess I'll never know.... this summer at La Con Ct. has definitely gotten off to an eerie start.
10:45 a.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho]
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[reminders of the youth we lost | Sunday, June 23, 2002]
Little kids are great. I may not like them all the time, but my little sister Jenny proves to me that little kids are pretty awesome. Maybe it's just Jenny - she's really very different from other kids her age. She's really unshy, hyperactive, and really outgoing. Not to mention too imaginative for her own good. I love how she goes up to random kids, and can make new friends in less than a second. Hell, we went to the playground today, and she even got digits from another kid her age. Those were the days.... of youth filled with unbias... naivete.... and lack of judgment. Being a little kid was really fun. Wouldn't it be great.... to do it all over again....
05:28 p.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho]
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[A night at the movies. | Saturday, June 22, 2002]
I saw Lilo and Stitch yesterday, which surprisingly, is one of the better Disney movies I have seen lately. Sure, Lilo gets irritating after a while, but the movie is actually funny. Really. It's really cute.... and a bit ludicrous, but still oh-so-Disney-hardcore-corny, just like a Disney movie should be. It was great. Stitch rocks my socks.
The other interesting point of the evening was my bathroom trip in the movie theater. I don't know why this stuck out in my mind, but it did then, and it still does now. Anyway, there was a group of girls, roughly aged around 8-10, gathered around one of those "feminine napkin" disposable machine thingys. It was so funny to watch them - their gullible interrogations, questioning, "What's that? What are taaamm.....pahhhns???" And then a bunch of girlish giggles, when an all-knowing one speaks up, claiming, "I know what tampons are." "Tell me! Tell me!" the other girls cry. The all-knowing one speaks: "I'll have to tell you all later..... I'll save it for the sleepover....." HEE HEE HEE, HEE HEE HEE. Random fits of girlish laughter ensue, as they leave the bathroom, befuddled by what tampons exactly are.
[This is what happens to a girl, alone in her room, with Internet access... | Friday, June 21, 2002]
I love it. I love it when I can't sleep. I love how my brain is still fully functioning (I think), while everyone snores away in their dreamless slumber. I love how my eyes are wide open, as big as..... almonds? .... that's probably the biggest they can get, seeing as I'm Asian and all. >.< I love listening to my music, being alone with it, tapping my foot, causing my whole leg to irresistably spaz out like a mofucka..... how my dusty computer screen is my comfort and my best friend when it comes to inanimate objects.... the hunger my stomach gets yearning for a midnight/3 AM snack. My stupid hair scratching my forehead, telling me that bangs would be a bad idea. Little Jenny, changing her sleeping positions every 20 minutes. My uncooperative chair, creaking and squeaking every time I move. My messy desk, with papers I have no use for, but keep, for sentimental values... the walls... covered with memorabilia from happy and bright days..... as well as reminders of how much I suck.... courtesy of "big" Jenny.... The retarded buddy list laughing at me because "no one else is on at this hour, you freak." The dusty Weezer guitar pick. The fan that blows too hard. No, not like that. My snoring pandas, one dry humping the other joyously, in a tower-like arrangement. (Please don't ask.) And no, I am not thinking about sex. I didn't watch Undressed yesterday.
The light that burns its iridescence into my non-pensive thoughts, which is probably why things always come out a bit funny this late at night/early in the morning. The damn bruises. The annoying alarm clock, loving to mock me when I am hung over in dreams.... even though I luckily haven't found much use for it yet... Dumb vibrating toy polar bear with the dinky Santa hat... curses to Secret Santa gifts for that one. Ewww to the hot pink hair dye I have from like what? 2 years ago? Kudos to Silverchair for providing the soundtrack at this time of night/day. The Mickey Mouse lamp a.k.a. Satan. The handmade Hanson poster (not by me) a.k.a. Satan's male escorts. My cozy bed, so rectangular and ugly, but blanketful... Well, I think that is enough. I have pretty much just rewritten Rodger and Hammerstein's "My Favorite Things", but from my fucked up 3 AM perspective, of course. This calls for a celebration. I think I will be having stewed monkey kidneys for breakfast in the morning. Mmmmm.... kidneys.... makes me think of.... potatoes..... which makes me think of..... !!! *snaps back to reality*
Why, hello there. Perhaps I will start speaking sensibly now. Oh, how disillusionment taints the mind and teases the senses. Well, now that I am fully awake, I am still... fully awake. I think I'll go watch a movie. Cause you all know how much I can't get enough of damn VH1. >.< Bleh. I mean, is it just me, or is The Wiz semi-entertaining? Really.... or maybe I'm just overly messed up.... =/
03:01 a.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho]
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[I just realized... | Friday, June 21, 2002]
...I have many cuts on me. I know I scraped myself like, 20 times today, but still, I am finding all these lost injuries on me that I don't remember getting. I have a bunch of little bruises on my arm and a small gash (well, more like a scrape) under my leg. I hate random casualties.... it's hard for me to figure out where they came from... hmmm. That's got to say something. I get hurt, and I don't remember how. Oh well, time heals all wounds... even though really, I'm not hurt.... I just can't help being baffled on how I got scraped up so much today (yesterday)!! This is going to perturb me for a while... how the hell did I get all these damn scrapes and bruises!?! Eeeee..... crikey. x_x
01:55 a.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho]
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[The stereotypical teenage rant of angst. | Friday, June 21, 2002]
My dad thinks Americans are bastards after watching True Life: I'm Going to Prom. 'Nuff said. Sure will be interesting for me when/if I do go to prom next year... haha, I love it. He is so wanting me to get drunk/stoned/laid like every other American teenager out there. He doesn't realize that I have self-control. That's the beauty of it. He thinks I'm a big idiot with no mind, and that I'll die an early death from drunk driving or something. Dammit, I am not that dumb. I hate being lumped into the category of the stereotypical American high school teenager. Cause I'm not. Bleh. I can't stand the majority of the people at my school. Preppy snotty bitches and asses that think they own the world. Thinking they're so high and mighty because they can have all the sex they want, all the drinks they want, even though they don't know what words like "gullible" mean. God, people are so stupid. Trying to act like adults when they haven't fully even reached the height of their puberty. People can be such numbskulls. Contrary to Jenny's beliefs, I hate most people. Probably not really the people themselves, but maybe just the things in our society that make them act the way they do: pressures, fashion, parents, etc....
I can't even believe I'm complaining about school. My first free week of summer, and my thoughts go to school. Gee, I feel like a loser. I must reeeeeally want to go back. Really. >.<
01:33 a.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho]
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[telly woes | Wednesday, June 19, 2002]
There might be something wrong with me. I have been watching way too much Undressed for my own good. It's not a bad show... it's just... so badly addictive. It's petty and lame and I don't know why I watch it, but I do. That is what I hate about most television shows, especially the ones on MTV. They are dumb, repetitive, and do not further any education in any way. Really, I get more out of watching the Powerpuff Girls than I do the Real World. I hate MTV commercial capitalists. I hate them because I cannot help being sucked into reality show oblivion. Because when nothing is on the telly, Dismissed and other stupid shows like Road Rules are still semi-entertaining to watch. Damn you MTV. You have me hooked.
Bleh. My summer is going to go down the drain if I keep on watching bad television. But dude, they play like 2 hours of Undressed every night..... ahhhhh..... that show is so so bad for my health.... someone get me away..... >.<
01:33 a.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho]
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[Summer agenda | Monday, June 17, 2002]
Whoooo.... so this summer I am going to be working. I am going to get myself a job and make some use of my limbs. With my job, I will hopefully acquire a steady cashflow, where I can apply that money for the "buying lots of merch at Warped Tour" fund. More specifically, the "Guns don't kill people, Glassjaw kills people" shirt that I've been wanting since that doomed day of May 19th. Pound fuckers. >.< Hopefully, I will be able to do this, while managing two or three summer courses at De Anza, to also keep me busy. On top of that, all the AP Bio and summer English reading/homework that I will have to do before the end of August. Damn. I am stressing myself out before anything has even really happened yet. July is going to be one hellish month. I also forgot that I will have to get my permit this beginning of July, in order to get my license in December. I also have to go to driving school and ahhhh..... so much crap to do. I just want to sit back and kick it like the old days where I could wake up at 1 in the afternoon and not have to worry a thing about the day's events...... oh yeah..... sort of like today.....
[Late breaking news bulletin... | Saturday, June 15, 2002]
Much thanks to edline, I have discovered that I got a B+ on my math final, thus raising my final grade from an A..... to an A!!! Well, a higher one at least. Fucking 95.11%. I don't know why I was so scared, but I am so thankful that that certain obstacle is over. This thus results in my getting another 4.0 GPA this semester... yay for me.... ^_^ Too bad my parents don't care.... yes, Travis is so special because he graduates from Price with minimal D's and C's and B's and maybe A's?, but what thanks do I get for getting better than decent grades? Nothing. Sometimes I think that my parents don't think of me as highly as they should. Not to brag about my supposed high amount of intellect, cause it's not all there..... it's just that sometimes they don't realize my skills, talents?? (where did those go)...... All they care about is my cleanliness and the fact that I'm supposed to act like a girl.... I hate it.
I'm going to keep learning and learning until my head explodes. I want the coroners to say, "This girl died because her brain capacity could not fill all the knowledge she had gained...." and have me die from like, information overdose. It's like the people that die from their hearts being so full with love..... but I would die from my head being so full with random facts about South Africa and cell membranes and the Warsaw Pact and whatnot..... yes, that is how I wish to exit this all-knowing world.....
Not suicidal, mind you. I still have to write a better valedictorian speech than Jason or Ryan. >.<
09:34 a.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho]
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[mushy mush | Saturday, June 15, 2002]
Wow.... this summer is off to an amazing start. To recap the good days, on Wednesday, like 35908259 people (okay, more like 13) chilled at my house and we got in some (lots) of trouble, be we still had an amazingly fun time. Fast forward to Thursday, the end of school, where we hopped from the Branham hell-hole to Johnny Rockets, then to Campbell Park, then to Ryan's casa, then to graduation, and then back to Jessie's house for a 'lil pool party where the guy/girl ratio was like 1:2.5. And that's where I fell asleep on the couch and couldn't remember where I had been until the next morning. Jump to Friday, where I saw 'lil bung Travis graduate the 8th grade..... wow.... everyone is growing up so fast. Maybe a month ago, I remember being so anxious to get out of high school, away from life, away from it all. But now, I guess the tables have turned, with me realizing that I only have two years of my high school career left. And disgustingly, I find myself wanting to extend the supposed "best four years of my life." I feel incredibly guilty in stating that I didn't really like my friends... I guess it's just certain attitudes I don't agree with. But deep down, my friends are some of the most amazing people I'll ever come across. We are so packed (like a can of sardines!) and so close-knit, that even when new friends of higher statuses try to break our bond, it doesn't work. We simply cannot be broken. I am super-hyped for the camping excursion at the end of the month as well... it's gonna be chaos, but it'll be our group chaos. That's pretty much the best kind of chaos I know.
I also saw the new Scooby-Doo movie yesterday with two of my three sisters. I feel so guilty in saying that I actually liked it, finding it semi-entertaining. Well, okay, okay..... Mr. Bean is in it.... that's gotta be a big reason right there.... but I guess it's just so outwardly trying to be cool, that it's dumb, which makes it an overall laugh in general.... but hey, it was that or Divine Secrets of the Ya-ya Sisterhood. >.< Who knows, maybe it beats Get Over It..... hmmmm.... I still need to see that too...
As I am reminded of bad teen movies of the 90s, this is an apology to Jenny for me being really annoying by calling so much. By doing this, I thus realize that I am acting a bit like a certain JarG we know. I remember that phone calls aren't really your shindig, so uh... I'll try to control myself from all that mad phone sex in my pants.... uh yeah... >.<
[A long yawn for a long night | Wednesday, June 12, 2002]
Hey dudes.... and dudettes... Travis got his fucking chin pierced today. It looks really awesome, although it looks like the slightly oversized barbell that lies in the eyebrow of a particular drummer with lemons in his backyard.... *coughs* Anyway, what's funny is that Mark had only gotten his chin pierced maybe three days earlier. People are such biters these days... haha... and he got it as a stupid graduation present too.... for fucking 8th grade. What thanks do I get for suffering through 2 long years of high school? A temporary tattoo? Crikey! Haha, well I'm kidding, I'm not that bitter. I couldn't do it cause I have a fear of needles and sharp pointed onjects. But hey, if I really did have that eyebrow or lip piercing I've always wanted, then it would look better than his stupid little oversized..... oh wait, I sounds envious. I'm not. It does look really rad on him though.... how great it will be to see Mr. Andrew's reaction to the recklessness of Travis... that kid is a funny one. Not the greatest kid in the world, but a pretty durn funny one.
Today I've also found myself feeling quite like a Cyrano de Bergerac. I've been telling a multitude of guys what to do around girls, and how to treat them well, etc.... It's quite funny.... I hope my advice works though, because people should know better than to question me.... I have had no relationship values of that sort, and really, no previous experiences. However, it is superb that so many people trust me in helping them make decisions concerning their love lives. I only hope I'm making the right ones... will Cyrano get the girl? Do I get the guy? Feel free to answer that question... hee hee....
11:58 p.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho]
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[...deriving of incredible writing styles... | Tuesday, June 11, 2002]
Um okay, so sue me because the title of this entry is a terrible rip-off of an awesome Glassjaw song. I feel so bad for being so in love with them... but really, they are the most amazing and innovative band of their genre that I have ever laid ears on. I love them to smithereens. (=
Anyway, I was browsing through random blogs and it occurred to me that everyone is trying to be a poet. This really bothers me, and for a while I didn't know why, but now, I know exactly where the explanation lies. I had those days too; I've always wanted to be a writer, have always loved writing, and hopefully, always will. I figured the best way to express myself would be through poetry, so I could be all insightful and emoesquely sentimental. Now that I look at it, everyone is trying to be a poet, artistic and creative, but using the most over-used cliche phrases. Everyone talks about how eyes are prettier than the setting sun, how hearts are ripped to shreds, how life is torn apart. Oh fucking bother. At this point in my life, I think that I have learned to move on from that. No matter how much freestyle poetry I write, it always ends up sounding the same as everybody else's. Where's the significance in that? It would be amazing if I could write like Cedric of former At the Drive-in or Daryl of Glassjaw, but that just ain't gonna happen. For now, I've grown really comfortable with editorials and just simple blogging.
Today Jesse told me that he likes symbolism. A lot. And as much as it may be enjoyable, sometimes it takes too much effort to figure things out. I used to be like that, making up different meanings for the things I would say. But now, with the multitude of shallow people in the world, there is a need to be heard by as many people as possible. To do this, one must make himself comprehendable through simple speech, and not guised by big words that simple blondes would never understand. It basically comes down to this - I can't write poetry because people will never be able to understand it. I know that's the beauty of it, but at this point, I am striving really hard just to get people to listen to me. If people are able to read this bullshit and stick with me through a whole paragraph, than that has made my time here worthwhile.
Someone once told me that all I do is whine. Well, fuck yeah. What else can I do? My pessimism is catching up to me these days. But sometimes, at rare occasions like today, there are glimpses of moments that light up my whole week, and sometimes, my whole existence. I never really realized the value of spending time with people that you truly adore and admire until today. I got to hang out with two of the coolest people I know, in different environments and surroundings. I appreciate people so much for all the trouble that they go through to put up with me - I never thought I was really worth it. But today, I had more than three people tell me that I was really special. As ludicrous as it may sound, that meant the world to me. To know that I play a significant role in the life of another makes my existence so worth all the pain and drama and bullshit I go through. And I get to relive it all over again the next day.
Maybe I should stop complaining. I am really truly blessed. This entry is for all the people that see me for more than I really am. Thank you much - this day has been sort of an enlightenment for me. It has put my conscience at ease, so maybe I can sleep well for finals tomorrow. ^_^ Thank you for making this evening so lovely tonight....
10:34 p.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho]
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[i don't wanna study... | Monday, June 10, 2002]
If I was a better person, I would be studying for finals. But I'm not. However, I'm still gonna fucking ace them, rock solid. Only three more days of school left, which still seem like too many. Currently, it's hotter than a dirty ass mofo's anus, and my nose is a nice salmon color from being irritated by tissues so often today. I hate allergies. I could barely keep my eyes open today, in between tears and sniffling. My eyes are probably still bloodshot, but at least my nose isn't bothering me anymore. I hate pollen, spring, all the goodness that comes with it. It drives me insane and makes me feel completely miserable.
Well, at least I can listen to this bit of Glassjaw to keep me semi-sane. Check it out:
Trailerpark Jesus
Put the needle to the record
And hit me with your style
Soon enough I'll
Learn to walk down that mile
Can you see it's getting blacker
The vibe up in this place
When I displace
What made me turn my face
I can't wait...
I can't wait...
I jumped ship into a burning cell
Atom bomb...
It was quiet until you happened
When the last thing I do
Has a swan slew
Down martyr avenue
And my driftwood armazana
I'm knee deep in disease
I'm a body
Laden out on my sleeve
I'm a bitch, girl
I'm a bitch...
I jumped ship into a burning cell
Atom bomb...
Denial is a river in Egypt
A vision is a reunion in itself.
Soon enough I.. will learn to...
Denial is a river in Egypt
Elusive as a commune in my mouth
Soon enough I.. will learn to...
Tell them it.
About the man who found love
It's so deep,
He lost sight of his word.
Yup, that is my rockin' song of the week. And to really make you think, here is my thought of the day: Is it wrong to feed birds chicken-flavored biscuits? Ponder that.
11:43 p.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho]
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[Don't listen to my emo self-pity. | Thursday, June 6, 2002]
These past few days have been a true living hell. I can't stand school, I can't stand my friends, I can't stand my parents, crikey, I can't even stand myself. School just needs to end now because it has dragged on for so long, and I am getting so sick of it that I want to rip my brains out and stomp it to mush so I don't have to worry about grades, finals, teachers, etc. Not that there is any problem there. There normally isn't. Fuck, in history, my grade is through the roof, and even if I don't take the final, I would still be guaranteed a solid A-. I am that good. I fucking worked my ass off, and can't wait for summer to come, just so I can fucking work my ass off in college all over again. The school aspect of school does not bother me at all; I've always done well, and hopefully things will stay that way. So really, I guess there is no need for me to be that scared, but I am still a little nervewracked just because tests usually aren't my best thing, and I do need that A in Algebra II.
Aside from school, I hate my social life. As of now, I don't think I even have one anymore. I don't know if it's just my extreme bitterness, but lately I have found something in everyone that pisses the fuck out of me! I really don't want to mention specific names, but there are a good 2 or 3 or 324526.7 people that are really perturbing me. But I guess I can't really do anything about it. I suppose I act like an ass myself, but then again, don't we all.
I am sick of this socially corrupt society we live in, and how you have to kiss everyone's ass to move up. I've kissed all the ass I can kiss, and frankly, it just sickens me even more to see other people having to be "social butterflies" and the center of attention all the time. And then there are the people who don't do their work like they're supposed to. And the people who exude extreme negative vibes that you'd like to shut in a can. People that claim to appreciate you, but turn you away the second they find something new. People are full of bullshit. I do not like the people I call my "friends." There. I admitted it. I am unhappy with myself, my life, this fucking hot weather, and it would sure be nice to get out of here.
My mother says that if I really wanted to, I could change schools but even that might not be enough. I need to get away from San Jose, Campbell, fuck, whatever. I am also in the middle of a horrendous custody battle which is also tearing my life apart. I hope that explains why I cannot stand my parents at the moment. That and the dirty room ordeal.
In general, I wish I could be happier, but there really is nothing for me to look forward to that could change my outlook on life. I'm not falling into the depths of depression or anything, I'm just sort of tired of constantly being an outsider in my own world.
Tonight is a lonely online evening. Practically no one is on. Maybe it is the loneliness that makes this night so beautiful. Adieu...
12:00 a.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho]
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[Shove the sun aside. | Wednesday, June 5, 2002]
I hate this hot sticky weather that we are having. I got a shitload of bug bites yesterday, and I feel oh sooooooo itchy. Maybe if I beat myself I won't be feeling so itchy anymore, no instead, I'll be feeling immensely pained. Itching pain, hurt, ahhhh... it's all the same. Because of my numerous bug bites, my parents are led to believe that the reason is due to my messy room. They think that mosquitoes, spiders, insects of all sorts are hiding out in my room, so I have to clean it, if I want them to come out of their hiding spots, and not get bitten so often anymore. It is the biggest bunch of bull I have heard from my parents, but sadly, I've heard much worse. Anyway, the heat is making me light-headed. I don't think I'll be able to clean my room and function on a normal basis. My homeostasis is also out of control. I am drinking too much water. The average amount is 8 cups of water per day. I think I might have had like, 12 already. I'm gonna have to pee like a mofo in a bit. God, I hate the sun. It's your fault for making me feel so miserable. =/
07:39 p.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho]
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[After all, after all, they'll let you decide... | Monday, June 3, 2002]
So finally, the Cosmopolitan Bloodloss video is out. After much waiting. Yay. (= And the Glassjaw are also starting to get quite a bit of radio airplay now too. Interesting, eh? Oh well, all the better for them. I can't wait for Warped Tour this year, I'm just pissed that three superb bands are playing at the same time, and I'll only get to be seeing at most, two of them, even if I go both days (which I was planning on doing in the first place!) Anyway, Finch, Hot Water Music, and Thursday are all playing at the same time, which really makes things complicated. I think I'd most likely see Hot Water Music and Thursday though, seeing as Finch has already been seen and heard. But alas, I really shouldn't be looking too far ahead to July.... there's still all of June to get through.... *sigh*
[What the fuckity fuck fuck... | Monday, June 3, 2002]
I just had one of the weirdest conversations of my existence... why, oh why do I even bother.... I don't know whether to be thoroughly amused or frightfully afraid. Someone. Help.
And I still have math homework to do to. What, I got 6 hours before school starts, and I have to cram in a "power nap"? (Har har.) Damn. I don't know if I'll be able to make it. The only reason I am up so late in the first place is because of the copious amounts of caffeine today that I swallowed. The green tea is starting to wear off right about now.... to sleep or to start homework? I don't even think I can even begin to decide.....
How do I get myself into these situations in the first place?
02:02 a.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho]
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[Whew... it's over. | Saturday, June 1, 2002]
I am finally done with my layout. I think that this has been my best concept yet, don't you agree? >.< Anyway, leave me messages or sign my guestbook people! Let me know what you think... or bitch at me for the improper use of a llama on a webpage.... whichever you prefer...
05:44 p.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho]
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[A teaser for that which is yet to come... | Saturday, June 1, 2002]
Yes, exactly. Like Charlie Brown mofuckas!! I am starting work on my new layout, which should probably be up hopefully sometime this weekend. Don't expect anything major, it'll probably be something pretty basic, just with different colors and text shifted around. No biggie, really. But the picture I have for this one is awesome. I am so excited to share.... ^_^ Please feel free to leave me any comments regarding uh..... well, you'll see in a bit...
01:05 a.m. | abused by maggie*! [e-mail foo][aim wut wut] [gbook fo sho]
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| the story of my life | [born] 12.01.86 [named] maggie* [age] fifteen [species] asian [home] campbell, ca [captivity] branham h.s. [status] geek. [mind] bright [stereotype] none? [member] dry humpers [need] sleep [want] love
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