+Cripes+
=Friday, November 23, 2001 at 06:30 p.m.=
You know, it's quite obvious I fill this with utter crap and shit that doesn't even belong in here. But then I think about it, and realize there are different types of entries. You know, the deep, spiritually cleansing ones, (and the ones that try to be) or the "today at the mall..." kind. Sure, there are others, but those are the two I think of off the top of my head. Anyway, that also makes me think there could be, say, two types of readers. Furthermore, if those readers have blogs of their own, would they adopt other people's ideas and claim them as their own? People do that in the "skin contact" realm, would not they do it here as well? But isn't that kind of sad, that your ideas would be mistaken for someone else's, then you would get no credit? Ahh, but if it was blame, then, you would want the imposter to take that one, correct? Or would the imposter at that point surrender and let everyone know who the true inventor was, in turn soiling his name because he's a liar? I guess it all comes down to how much you want to get burned, and by what brand of gasoline.
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+Look What I've Become+
=Friday, November 23, 2001 at 03:37 p.m.=
I am 50% ADDICTED TO THE INTERNET.

I am pretty addicted, but there is hope. I think I'm just well connected to the internet and technology, but it's really a start of a drug-like addiction. I must act now! Unplug this computer!

Take the INTERNET-ADDICT Test at Fuali.com!
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+Back in a Flash but Out with a Bang+
=Friday, November 23, 2001 at 09:44 a.m.=
Fatigue has triumphed over me this past week, causing the definate lack of updates. (sorry) But here I am now, about to summarize my life's highlights of the past few days...
Shall we begin?

Incubus Concert- Kick ass! Nice variety of songs old and new, soft and hard(er) of about 20 in number, nice little venue, too. Afterwards, I found out I knew about 8 or 10 people who went. Kind of dissapointing considering two of them from my school are horrendous, but the others are just peachy keen. (Too bad I couldn't see any of them) It seems that everyone had seats and not floor tickets but all right, at least you got to go.

Wednesday provided both entertainment and guilt all wrapped up in the same burrito. What happened was that Jessie and I went to Maggie's house right after school. Well, before we had left Jenny had invited us to Bible Study at her house around 7. I was thinking, you know, "Oh cool;cool." But by the time 6:30 arrived, things weren't looking so good. Being at Maggie's house, I honestly had no way to contact my parents and ask if I could go. Especially lately, they have had strict policies as to knowing where I am all the time and such. So, me, thinking that I shouldn't up and leave for Jenny's by means of "_____"(I honestly don't know how I would've gotten there) stays at Maggie's house to sit and chill out. Well, a while later, in comes a call from Jenny and all three of us are on that guilt trip, even though there's nothing at least 66% of us could've done to change things. So, first Maggie's on the phone apologizing and stuff, but when she hangs up Jessie is really upset so she calls back Jenny again to do her own apologizing. And at this point, this leaves me the only one who hasn't said sorry to Jenny, but I don't want to call her since the other two had just done that. I know both Jessie and Maggie think I acted like a prick, I'm sure, but in all honesty... I couldn't have gone in the first place, what was I supposed to do? No one understands my parents, and in fact neither do I, but see... I may have been at Maggie's, but I was forbidded to change location. They would've flipped had I left her court. Although, yes, I should've called to say I couldn't have gone and such. So definately, I am quite sorry for being rude and disregarding you Jenny. -_-

Aww man, now I'm all sad and I have to write about Thanksgiving. Well, it was basically good food and good people, all the way. Other than that I didn't really do anything. The End.
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+Before+
=Monday, November 19, 2001 at 03:31 p.m.=
Going to see Incubus so so soon... they should be right in front of our eyes in about...six hours! Oh what fun this will be! I'm so prepared. Got mah Sharpie, got money and cell phone... and hey>> I even wore my Thumb Monkey Productions shirt for good luck. The essay I wrote last night for English turned out okay, but I feel wrongful for writing before actually going to the concert. I mean, it *is* about their performance, I just guessed how it would be for a much needed grade. Hmm, I hope no one hurts me for disgracing them in that manner. =D Okay, well, I should get my butt of this chair now! YES! IM'MA HAVE F-U-N TONIGHT!
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+AHH!+
=Saturday, November 17, 2001 at 11:37 p.m.=
This picture frame is driving me nuts. Here I am trying to concentrate on typing when out of the corner of my eye I see..
"Memories. The magic of these special times, fun filled moments that last forever. Memories of good times that will alwyas be clost to our hearts." And it's me in like..the 4th grade looking boyish as ever. Anyway, I got a little guestbook for you. Okay? Okay...
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+Diligent Child+
=Saturday, November 17, 2001 at 03:52 p.m.=
Here I am at work being a nice little kid doing nice little things like helping mommy at her job. And as soon as I'm through here, off i go to Mandy's to work on the history project. Hey man, don't scold me today. There's no dirt to dig.
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+Weak Right Now+
=Thursday, November 15, 2001 at 07:52 p.m.=
There's a lot I could discuss with you kind folks, but I don't feel the urge. And I'm incredibly tired, too. In general, everything came out wrong today. Nobody understands what I mean, and I can't even explain cause I'm so out of it. And now I know poeple are getting all tiffed at me when I want to revise what I said but I can't. School kids upset. Dean man and lady upset. Parents upset. Tears in my eyes from the conversation I was forced into when I got home tonight.
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+An Entry of Loathe+
=Tuesday, November 13, 2001 at 08:13 p.m.=
I hate it how people are self-centered and pompous. I hate it how I am taken for granted. I hate it when I am used for my resources. I hate it when someone uses you and then still excpects you to give him a ride home. And when someone tells you how radical you are just to recieve the compliment back. This is absolutely disgusting. Or how people always avert the conversation and always talk about themselves, and what they have done, and brag about acomplishments they have made, and who they know, and highlights of their lives, and how what you said wasn't nearly as funny as the time *I* spit milk out of my nose! Or when you and him do something together and come out totally successfull when your buddy goes and tells everyone... and leaves you completely out of the story. Honestly, why is it that people "love you so much as a friend" when they aren't really a friend at all if they do this. Or they think that because you're already friends you don't ever have to speak- except for the times they need something from you.


Look at this and think about yourself. Doesn't it apply to you? I promise it does. It applies to everyone...
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+San Francisco Produces Cool Stuff+
=Sunday, November 11, 2001 at 12:59 p.m.=
Cosmic Debris hails from there. They're a kick ass company. Those are the kind of shirt ideas tnad styles I want to make for a private shop and/or online store. Anyway, due to their ultimate coolness, I purchased some merchandise from them online this very morning with my birthday money! Whee, I love getting stuff in the mail! There's this cool sweater type shirt, and this Emily shirt that says "ESP" on it. Plus with those I got a >free< long-sleeved shirt! Yee-haw! The "You Suck" Sidney shirt should be in the order, too. Sheesh, can you tell I went overboard? Anyway, material possessions are making me so so happy right now I couldn't help but write about it.
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+I'm Feelin' Glad+
=Sunday, November 11, 2001 at 12:48 p.m.=
Last night's party was a success! In general, I mean it wasn't a total and complete flop. Things got off to a rough start, indeed, but I kind of just let everyone do their own thing and tried not to worry about the entire group doing everything together. All was well, although I'm not sure some people had such a good time. It wasn't meant to be a roudy bash, really, it was more of a "chill at my pad" idea. I just think some people expected it to be more involved. Oh well, big deal. That's what happens when you have people that just want to sit on the couch and watch t.v. Besides, *I* had fun. It was a party for *ME*, and that's all that matters. (Sort of) Besides, I got a shitload of awesome gifts! Real cool stuff relating to personal relationships between people and bands and common interests and such. I mean, someone gave me memory for my computer! How rad is that? Whee, it was absolutely wonderful. Thanks, you guys.
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+One Time I Tried to Deliver You..To The Wrong House+
=Saturday, November 10, 2001 at 02:29 p.m.=
Birthday part II
I'm having friends over for a nice little hoo-hah in a few hours, but in all honesty I don't have anything planned. Should I have stuff planned? I suppose we could play cards or whatever... I just have a little doubts as to if people of different genres (I shall call them) will get along. I'd certainly hope so, but being as I am the hostess, I want everyone to be happy. Unfortunately, everyone enjoys differents types of fun and brands of humor. But I'm sure it will be fine. Right?
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+Hey Kids!+
=Friday, November 9, 2001 at 11:35 p.m.=
There's this girl who I used to go to school with who is supposedly becoming a "pop sensation." See just how ridiculous this is:

Mandi Love!
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+I Need...A Breath of Fresh Air+
=Friday, November 9, 2001 at 11:27 p.m.=
Pitas is back, and so am I. Lately has been more routine; just like English is every period. You know, tests on Tuesday and Thursday, read literature every other day. It's all the same, and all my classes. How do they expect us to pay attention when everything is the same? And what about learning processes? Does taking notes from every freaking chapter honestly improve a student's comprehension? I wish there was more variety in assignments. More of the kind where you can choose your own project, but it has to be unique and individual. Anyway, I shouldn't complain; there are people who try as hard/little as I do who have worse grades. Right on for B's!
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+"Dress Like A Prep!"+
=Tuesday, November 6, 2001 at 06:57 p.m.=
I sit next to this cakey-eye shadow wearing chick in P.E. who normally is generally pleasant and none-bothersome. But no, not today- Today, she randomly decides to give me fashion advice. And here is what she said:

"You should grow out your hair to your shoulders. I mean, you know, you would be really pretty if your hair was long, and you wore a lot of make-up and dresses, and wore preppy clothes."

Coming from one of those freshman who seems to be searching for their identity, I honestly wondered why she had thought that her input would honestly make a difference. I do not wear make-up, and I do not want to dress "preppy" or what she considers it to be in her mind. In all actuality, I am suprised she followed up her statement by saying, "You know, like me." First of all, that's an awfully conceited thing to testify to your own great beauty. And second, I always thought the word "preppy" was degrading to most, and why would you want to throw an insult in your own direction, eh? Seriously, I understand why upper-classmen pick on freshman in some respects. They come in on the first day of school dressing and acting like the scenarios they see on "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" or whatever show it is they watch, and try to buddy up with the older kids to gain popularity. It's weird because they have set images of what they want to be, and it's all the stereotypical version of _____. "_____" can be a popular kid or a punk or a thugity-thug-thug or even a slut for some. But no matter what, they come in wearing the image on their sleeves (sometimes literally) and excpecting to fit in just right now that they're in high school. Now, this suprises me considering that most people like to create their own personal image. Why would you *want* to be a stereotype, hmm?

I'm not trying to be mean or anything, but i find this act most common in freshman. Besides, we've all had our freshman identity crisis, no one can deny it honestly. But that's okay. It's not so much of a crisis since everybody went through it together, now is it?
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+Ode to a Man+
=Monday, November 5, 2001 at 10:32 p.m.=
Maggie and I were online, and here's a little poem we came up with in remembrance of a guy:

Laura: no static electricity when he shakes your hand
no "asian rooftop" eyebrows when he looks cheery
no more pimple spots erupting in the sun during Monday afternoons as he waits for his ride...
Maggie: no more warm gum =/
Laura: no more "ah-ah-ah I don't knows" or other prose antics
Laura: no more "oops-I-thought-that-was-my-friend’s-shoulder-not-your-leg" groping
Maggie: no more word up's retarded hand shakes
Laura: We will never again be asked to caress his bosom where he may have once had a sex change operation
Never will we be able to fully know what his appearance is with long locks!
Maggie: no more suicidal tattoos
no more hair caresses of poofyness =/
Laura: All deals will be old.
All fires will be spat out.
All verses were written by cons
Maggie: no more look at my brand spankin new dickies and how they slightly hang off my butt so you can see my belt and mi boxers
Laura: no more chocolate chip eyes that melt in the heat when they aren't stoned.
No more kung-fu fighting
Maggie: no more indpedent....
Laura: no more hat exchanging
Maggie: no more genuine harcore fuck da muthafuckin shiiiiiiiiiiiit???
no college for him!!
Laura: No more shirts with unreadable lettering
Maggie: no more mohawks...
Laura: never will knowledge of gonads in the lighting occur!
Maggie: no more I'm gonna sneak up behind you and pretend you don't notice me, even tough I know you do
Laura: No more I wanna fuck you so hard but i can't so i'll just force you to hug me instead
Maggie: no more soft manly bosomly smell
no more arms!!
Laura: no more talks after school, which have stopped anyway
No more variety of skate shoes, add shirts, and random nice belts.

And so it ends abrubtly. Well, keep in mind, this is all a big inside joke, so don't take this all seriously, okay folks?
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+A year older. And nothing has changed.+
=Monday, November 5, 2001 at 06:07 p.m.=
Well, now that I'm a lovely little 15 year old, I shall rejoice in the virtues (?) of driving. So that in a year or two I can haul people around up and down California. And maybe Nevada. Ha ha, actually, no, I've never had it set in my mind to live that "American Dream" of traveling aimlessly in a convertible. I just said it simce it fit in nicely. Anyway, yesterday and today have been two great days of birhtday celebration. I am honestly suprised by what all people got me. I won't go into detail, but I am superbly pleased. So, all in all, I am loved, by everyone who matters.
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+Don't tell...+
=Saturday, November 3, 2001 at 11:11 p.m.=
I forgot to mention that while my parents were out playing pool, I gave myself the privilege of inspecting 1 present. They wrapped them early this year, so I was easily tempted. Anyway, I chose the smallest item, and peeked in to find none other than two different shaded of lip gloss. -_- Or mascara? Or some other make up item titled "Pschomelon." and "[something]berry blizzard". Dude, I don't wear make up. Almost never, I mean. *sighs* I knew I shouldn't have looked. (But don't worry, I'm still grateful)
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+Soon, Child, Soon+
=Saturday, November 3, 2001 at 11:02 p.m.=
My birthday is tomorrow! Even though no one is really making a huge deal out of it, I feel special anyway. My parents have been giving me a hard time ever since my brother left, and everything from my cat to my grades have been suffering. (Yes, I said cat...) But I think everything is looking up. I mean, I try a little harder to please them, and they try a bit more to understand. It's a compromise, really. We've negotiated it out, and it looks to be beautiful. All of my tough assignments and projects are out of the way, and I just recieved an A on my math test. I'll be fifteen by this time tomorrow, and though it's materialistic, I'm gonna get PRESENTS! Woo hoo! And hey, it doesn't hurt that it's a day closer to the 19th, now does it?

*does happy little incubus "hot dancer" dance*
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+I will be a...+
=Saturday, November 3, 2001 at 06:28 p.m.=
HOT DANCER!

My lawn is... a certain shade of green.

One of My Favorite Things is Summer Romance. But you kind of get Shaft-ed When It Comes undone...

Speak Free, and maybe you'll find The Answer...

Clean Out From Under that dresser, and maybe you'll find the Vitamin I dropped...

Deep Inside this Glass container lies Magic Medicince destined to give you a New Skin certain to attract a Stellar lover.

*sniff sniff* Lethy, I Miss You, and I Wish You Were Here!!!


Oops, I left out a whole buncha songs...I didn't even do any (except for one) from Morning View!
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+You Should See Me+
=Saturday, November 3, 2001 at 11:21 a.m.=
I have no clean clothing. Yes, I have a wealth of fashionable (in my opinion) attire in my dresser and closet, but all of that is strewn on the floor, thanks to my morning rush trying to get to school in time. That's not so bad, but then, what happens? My cat comes in and decides, "Hey, wouldn't it be nice if I gave Laura an early birthday present and nicely peed on her clothes??" AHH! So now I am forced to wear a pair of grey leggings (probably from the eighties) under black shorts, with a blue shirt that has stick figures on in, reading "Urban Exodus." Hahahaha, I love what happens when everything's hella screwed up. No, but really, I am a sight, certainly I am.