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[02 Mar 2004|08:36pm] [ mood | frustrated ] "Life is unfair. Kill yourself or get over it." I need inspiration. So... maybe something will come of it. 10 minutes later... Ouuu... download "Oxygen's Gone" by Die Trying, "All That's Left" & "Artist In The Ambulance" both by Thrice. 15 pages in 2 and a half hours... not going to happen. half an hour later... literary_fuck (Michelle) is keeping me company. And this children, is as meaningless as posting a blog gets. 10 bullet wounds| .hit me.

[28 Feb 2004|03:33pm] [ mood | see below ] "It's strange what desire will make foolish people do." - Wicked Games I saw myself today, 7 years ago. A life in retrospect. Stop. Fast forward. Pause. "Here's to hoping this day won't end. ...Here's to hoping this pain will end." ( I feel... ) 2 bullet wounds| .hit me.

[25 Feb 2004|01:47pm] Have you ever wanted something so bad for so long and knew you were about to lose it? An emotion so strong that... but there's nothing left to hang on to. A plane that leaves at 3 in the morning... and bags that won't pack themselves. And a voice that calls to you... "Just for 10 or 15 minutes...?" And you can't spare a second... but more than anything it's all you want to do. Screams of agony... these tears won't stop falling... and you know what is going to happen once they stop. No one home to help... alone... and you're only writing to keep yourself busy when you should be getting ready. But words are all we have. I have my finger on the trigger... but someone's in the way. 1 bullet wound| .hit me.

[25 Feb 2004|01:11pm] The World Was Yours! What Happened??? by Demonac Name Abused your power by Requiring that all legal documents be submitted written in Klingon. Until your own army ... Defeated you in a tense staring contest. And adding insult to injury They named a new Power Ranger after you. But now, after all that, you are Time Magazine's "Person of the Millenium" for the years 1000-1999 (in the previous Millenium, the winner was Jesus). (How did you conquer?) Try "The World Is MINE!" MEME to find out! Created with quill18's MemeGen 2.0! .hit me.

[25 Feb 2004|12:56pm] [ mood | anxious ] I woke up this morning to an email I'll never forget. *click; save* I have so much to do today... so much. I was going to list it all... but in all honesty, I don't have that much time to complete all my arrands. You're supposed to call at 1:30... but I'm getting this odd stomach ache, which seems to be telling me that you won't. *New favortie band of the week: Anberlin* .hit me.

[21 Feb 2004|11:56pm] I'm still alive. No pun intended. Would that even be considered a pun? Shit, only a few of you would even get that anyway. What was the point? See... I'm so tired that I'm talking amongst myself. Goodnight. <td> This quiz says absolutely nothing about your personality. Take it! </td> 2 bullet wounds| .hit me.

[17 Feb 2004|08:11pm] [ mood | indifferent ] I'm on fire, And today is feeling hopeless. You'd see me burning but I'm turning smokeless. Soon I won't be able to feel you at all. It's electric, the fluoresent hurt inside you phone call. This letter has a madness that revolves, Bringing down the walls where you find yourself. I would be willing to break myself, To push this hell from everything I touch. I would be willing to bleed for days on end, So that you wouldn't hurt so much. I'm giving birth to static As your sky is turning red to grey. I can't hide that I've relied on you ...like yellow does on blue. .hit me.

[17 Feb 2004|01:32pm] [ mood | indifferent ] *bitch slaps computer* Currently: At library, sitting across from a 40 year old that finds amusement in picking his nose. Suddently, I've lost my appetite. .hit me.

[15 Feb 2004|08:54pm] "Asthenia" - Blink 182 Last night it came as a picture With a good reason, a warning sign This place is void of all passion If you can imagine, it's easy if you try Believe me, I failed this effort I wrote a reminder, this wasn't a vision This time where are you Houston? Is somebody out there, will somebody listen? Should I go back should I go back should I I feel alone and tired Should I go back should I go back should I I hope I won't forget you My head is made up of memories Most of them useless; delusions This room is bored of rehearsal And sick of the boundaries I miss you so much Should I go back should I go back should I I feel alone and tired Should I go back should I go back should I This time I don't want to Should I go back should I go back should I I feel alone and tired Should I go back should I go back should I I hope I won't forget you .hit me.

An interesting morning/afternoon. [15 Feb 2004|04:38pm] [ mood | bored ] Trevor (old school friend) picked me up this morning at 11. For reasons I did not need to ask of, he threw up 4 times on our way for breakfast. The 4th time took extra long thanks to the carcuss laying on the side of the road that just happened to catch his eye. Needless to say, it was only I who ate at the diner. French toast and bacon. It took half an hour for the bastards to take my order. We were 15 minutes late for The Butterfly Effect, but only missed the first 5 minutes or so of the actually movie. I think I felt as sick as Trevor did this morning when it was finished... I can't even imagine how he felt afterwards. What a fucked up flick. *shudder* Sick. I guess it just brought back a lot of memories that were best left locked up. Pretty horrible acting though. Indeed. Currently: 3:45pm. No one to talk to, nothing to do. I'll go eat. SURPRISE! 2 bullet wounds| .hit me.

[15 Feb 2004|02:00am] Writing about what I'm feeling; the one thing I'm semi-good at, and I can't even do it. Bloodshot and awake. Goodnight. .hit me.

[13 Feb 2004|08:47am] [ mood | blah ] Currently: 8:52am. Eyes are swollen/red. Cheeks are burning. I've got my job interviews this afternoon. One at 2:30, the other at 3:30. Mine and dad's post-it note relationship is still growing strong, seeing as he left me a "good luck Amanda" note on the fridge, our sacred communication homebase. On a good point - My late-homework cycle has finally been broken. I am now on track with everyone else. Thank god for this 9 day holiday coming up. .hit me.

[12 Feb 2004|04:26pm] [ mood | moody ] So sorry Nick. Looks as though I won't be able to be your pretend valentine. More later. 3 bullet wounds| .hit me.

[12 Feb 2004|01:36pm] [ mood | amused ] Jayson. This, is for you. ( You X 5 ) Ps. The fact that you still have your red metal bunk-bed has not yet ceased to amaze me. .hit me.

[12 Feb 2004|08:26am] [ mood | awake ] Morning routine: - Press alarm sleep button until it's absoultely nessesary to get my ass out of bed. - Dive under the mass of clothes littering my floor to find my housecoat...so I'm not walking around the house naked. - Attempt to make my way to the bathroom to grab a towel...only to come across walls that came out of nowhere. - Get into the hot shower which will afterwards turn my skin red because of the heat. Possibly slip once or twice while I'm in there. - Get dressed. - Go upstairs, make coffee that will last me through-out the day (Coffee; the only drug I can afford), eat cereal because it's the only thing in the cupboard...throw it out the instant it starts to get soggy. - Help Monster eat. - Sign on to Yahoo/LiveJournal before setting off to school. .hit me.

[11 Feb 2004|11:49pm] [ mood | mellow ] Currently: 11:50pm. My stomach is being cut open by knifes by the feels of it. Damn that frozen yogurt...DAMN YOU FAMOUS PLAYERS. Here's a quick update before bed. I believe that LOTR 3 could have been shortened by 2 and a half hours, and been a much better movie than it truly was. The only exciting part was the huge aracnid. Frodo and Sam's love scenes could have surely been cut out as well...Oh but wait...I guess if they did that, "Frodo" and "Sam" wouldn't have a role in the film at all. BRING ON ELISE! 'Cuz Kaori's lookin' to bust a cap in yo ass. ...Just you wait 'till I get me one of those adapters. 1 bullet wound| .hit me.

[11 Feb 2004|06:50pm] [ mood | energetic ] I just mastered all of Peak 3. Peak 3: Kiss. My. Ass. Mother. Fucker. YEAH. Do not fret...there is still PLENTY of SSX3 for me to polish up on. The world hasn't ended yet. I feel so energized. ...But I do have to go see LOTR 3 with my mother tonight... that may put me to sleep. I'll be sure to eat a lot of sugar while I'm there. Wouldn't want to make her upset like when I fell asleep in LOTR 2. 2 bullet wounds| .hit me.

[11 Feb 2004|03:13pm] [ mood | accomplished ] Due to recent events, I've decided to make a new blog, simply because keeping these thoughts inside will result in my death. What once was fucking angels, is now electrifying nightmares. Some key points from today: (!)Kyle wrote me a letter and is gonna send it in the mail tomorrow. (!)A certain someones girlfriend who's name I shall keep concealed took a trip to this certain someones "school" only to hear from his "professor" that he's never taught, nor heard of this certain someone. Who's that kissing my ass?? (!) Got my hair streaked blood red. I look like a rockstar. Time to freshen up on my air guitar skills. (!)Has any one seen the commercial with that girl watching her friend drown? Disturbing...yet informative. Reminds me of "Clumsy". (!)Lastly, I tried to convince myself to make it to Michael's school. You know, be the loving sister I am in my heart? (What?!) ... I fell asleep instead. Why would I do such a heartless thing, you ask? You try staying up all night playing PS2 with no lights on. My eyes are so red, the teachers would probably think I'm sniffing coke all the time anyway. What kind of a role model would I be? Yours truly, Onvaca. Err...Amanda. 3 bullet wounds| .hit me.

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