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Today I woke up at 11 and turned off my alarm before falling back to sleep. I woke again when the phone rang at 1. It was my cousin, wanting to pick me up with our friend. He, our friend, wants me to see his new townhouse, but he had school tonight so they never came.
I just have to take my test and I'll have my driver's license. Well. First I have to finish the worksheet and then I have to make an appointment, but yes. Then I'll take the test and hopefully pass it and have a driver's license. And hopefully I won't have to go to court since I'm 18.
Mmmm I watched the Moulin Rouge today. God I love that movie. I can't wait to get the dvd so I can watch it repeatedly.
While I was watching I got this chest pain. It was sharp and breathtaking. How strange.
Babble babble babble.
Happy Birthday,
*~*Tink*~*
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[11 Dec 2002|02:13am] |
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mmmm Ewan. How I love thee. Let me count the ways...
Moulin Rouge is gonna be on Cinemax Thursday. 4:15pm. I shall sit before my tv and vcr and record it. mmmm Ewan.
Nothing's really happened. If all goes well, I'll take and (hopefully) pass my driving test on Friday. *crosses fingers*
Oh, my bangs and the tips of my hair are pink now. Was shooting for red, but got bright pink. Fine with me. I get many more stares now. It's great.
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I've got. I'm still I'm still Jenny from the block. That's so stuck in my head. Get out!!!!
How very pointless of me.
tra-la-la
Happy Birthday,
*~*Tink*~*
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| Quick update |
[14 Nov 2002|04:10pm] |
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New obsessions: Ewan McGregor, Colin Farrell, candy canes
Still don't have my license.
Been sleeping in the spare bedroom for the last couple weeks. Easier to sleep in there cuz I can't see the clock.
Tom Hanks movies have been on HBO aaaaallll daaaay looooong. Not complaining.
American Outlaws was on twice yesterday. Definitely not complaining.
Moulin Rouge needs to be on more. *pouts*
Got a DVD player for Christmas. I know because...I picked it out and Mom got it. hee
It's egg nog season. wheeeeeeeee
/end pointless update
Happy Birthday,
*~*Tink*~*
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[11 Nov 2002|11:30pm] |
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I'll update...someday. :)
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| You know you missed me. |
[05 Nov 2002|12:14am] |
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"Ready Or Not" --Fugees |
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I've been gone for quite a while, I see. Whoops.
Lets see...New York was great. A construction worker whistled at me, which I thought only happened in movies. We (stepmom and I) went to Time's Square. Went into the MTV store. Got some NY food. Wandered around some streets we probably shouldn't have. And I still want to move there.
It was my cousin's birthday yesterday. Happy Birthday, Amber. She got her nipples pierced the day before, without me. *sob*
I want to get an orange star with a light blue outline tattooed on my arm...between the pointy and bendy part of my elbow. I figure if I do it now, in the winter, I can hide it easier from my stepmom. With the longsleeves and all. Plus, 3/4 length sleeves should cover it, and I could always put makeup over it if I wanted to hide it. After it heals. And it shouldn't cost too much money.
Umm...I have a new obsession.
( Wanna see? )
So now I'm dying to see Velvet Goldmine. Dyyyyyyyyyyying!!
My friend Dottie has diabetes. Which is horrible news, I just hope it gets her to take better care of herself.
I was headbanging last night, and now my neck is sore. And my arm feels like something's pulled, not quite sure how that happened.
And I think that's it.
Happy Birthday,
*~*Tink*~*
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[23 Oct 2002|03:24pm] |
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TRL 1,000th show!! |
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*big sigh of relief*
Not pregnant. Whew.
New problem: Took my lip ring out, and now I can't get it back in. I can get the hoop in, but I can't get the ball on there. Arg.
My back is going to be killing me tonight. I raked up all the grass we mowed a couple days ago, and my yard is pretty big and very slanted. And my back's not in tip-top shape anyway...dah well.
Trishell on The Real World pisses me off.
Um...need to make cornbread for dinner. Might get my nipples pierced. Not sure yet.
JC's on TRL today. Yippee!! It's so surreal to see Times Square on TV when I was just there a few days ago. I have to see RENT again!! I'm going into withdrawl!!
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[22 Oct 2002|12:12am] |
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I should talk about how great my trip to New York was and how amazing RENT was.
But I can't.
I should stop being so mean to my friends and my cousin.
But I can't.
I should stop worrying about the slim chance that I may be pregnant.
But I can't.
I should definitely keep that promise I made to myself that if I ever got pregnant, I wouldn't cry over it.
But I broke it already.
Shit, I don't want to be pregnant. And if I am...everyone will think I'm some irresponsible kid. But fuck, I used protection. He just had to come on my stomach...but it didn't always make it that far. What's with guys that they just can't come in the condom?
God, I'm too selfish to have a child. As you can probably already tell.
I don't...fuck I can't write anymore.
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[18 Oct 2002|09:15pm] |
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*does a dance*
I'm gonna see Rent tomorrow!!
*keeps dancing*
Happy Birthday,
*~*Tink*~*
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[07 Oct 2002|02:49am] |
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*mumbles*
It's late. Blah. I wrote a bad fic. Blah.
My cousin's coming over tomorrow. Yay. I hope she finds my house. We'll probably get into all sorts of trouble. Yay.
My dog's home. Woo hoo. I missed him. He's so cute. Woo hoo.
Okay. I'm going to bed. Zippity do dah.
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[05 Oct 2002|10:46pm] |
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It's never good when you can't even manage a conversation with your ex without feeling your blood pressure rising. I mean...it's sad, but I don't give a shit about what's going on in her life, and I feel like telling her that, but I don't like being so cruel. Because really, even feeling this way is cruel.
Moving on...I saw Sweet Home Alabama today with Karen, Marianne, and Dottie. Dottie's getting bigger...I'm seriously worried about her. She and Marianne went home right after the movie, but Karen and I walked around the mall for an hour or so. It was fun hangin' with them again. I miss it.
Ooh this woman complimented my hair while we were walking around. Made me feel good. lol
I think I'm gonna write that fic tonight. Yeah...sounds good.
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[05 Oct 2002|12:42am] |
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As I was getting my mail (and looking like shit in the process), my handsome neighbor from across the street struck up a conversation. He asked about my braids, I mentioned the Bahamas, he said I could get them done here for only $25. That's roughly $130 less than I spent on them the first time. *grumbles*
Lately the back-up singers for celebs on late-night TV really suck. Like last night for Jennifer Love Hewitt, she would've souned much better without her back-ups, and the same for LeAnn Rimes tonight.
Mom's been whining since she got home about how she could be at the Rolling Stones concert, if only she knew how to get to the venue. And if she only had tickets, too. That's what she gets for not letting me go to the Goo Goo Dolls' concert the first time they came around. heh heh
Meanwhile, I've been whining about how they cancelled Dennis Miller Live. Damn it damn it damn it.
I feel like writing some fic. Hmm...
And that ends this portion of sensless babble.
Happy Birthday,
*~*Tink*~*
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| *dances to Britney* |
[04 Oct 2002|04:36pm] |
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I had a dream that I got dreads, and they somehow were made over my braids...and I still didn't know how they were made. They were like Chris' back in Europe.
*shrugs*
Crap. I just realized I missed TRL. All I really wanted was to see if Timberlake beat Carter. I dearly hope so.
I need to hear John Rzeznik's new song. And see him and the rest of the Goo Goo Dolls on Music In High Places, since I missed it. damn damn damn
Oooh "Giddy Up" just came on random. How I love thee. Gotta love Chris. And his voice. And his eyes. And his ass. And...how did I know I'd get off the subject?
I'm going to the movies tomorrow. Possibly lunch too, with a couple of my friends. I get to rub it in Marianne's face that Brian of BSB (BullShit Boys) is gonna be a daddy. I'm evil, I know. hee hee
Okay...that's the end of this senseless post.
Happy Birthday,
*~*Tink*~*
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| Epiphany? |
[03 Oct 2002|08:46pm] |
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Today I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and no different from any other time, only this time I saw myself as someone who looks how they want, knows what they want, and does what they want. For the first time in my life I felt like I was myself, appearance unmarred by what everyone else wants me too look like. Bandana, braids, lip ring...it's all a part of me and I love it.
I realize that I can be happy by just being myself. Sure, I have to keep some things to myself, like being bisexual, but everyone has secrets. It's not like I killed anyone. Maybe someday I'll even be able to forgive myself for not hugging Grandmom the last time I saw her...how was I to know that it would be the last time? And hopefully I'll be able to remain happy despite all the shit people put me through.
*takes a deep breath*
Yeah. That sounds about right.
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[03 Oct 2002|02:35pm] |
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So it's October 3rd. In that case, happy birthday to Gwen Stefani and Kevin Richardson, and all the millions of other people that were born on this day.
( My Pathetic Schedule )
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[03 Oct 2002|03:06am] |
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Note to self: One episode of Leno and one episode of Conan a night should be enough. (But apparently they're not.)
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[03 Oct 2002|12:29am] |
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"Sweetest Thing" --Jimmy Eat World |
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 You Are a Wild Woman!Put down the whip and unlace those come-fuck-me boots! You definitely qualify as kinky - and not just occasionally. You've exhausted every fantasy, but you're always open to new ones. Your sexual encounters are usually spiced with role-play, bondage, new positions, props, and fun fetishes. Are *You* Kinky? Click Here to Find Out!
Hell, I could've told you that.
heh heh heh...
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[03 Oct 2002|12:04am] |
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I'm so incredibly bored out of my mind. Someone, anyone, instant message me.
Amethyst417.
Pleeeeeeease??
Nevermind. I'm good.
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[02 Oct 2002|03:58pm] |
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My interests seem to be lacking...interest. I'll have to add more.
Okay, I just screamed because I think I just saw on MTV that Avril Lavigne is gonna do something with Johnny Rzeznik of the Goo Goo Dolls...damn I need to get my ass singing so I can do that too. Apparently talent isn't needed anymore. *ducks to avoid flying objects* Just kidding! (sort of.)
Ooh and I'm very much anticipating seeing Pink's new video. I love that song.
Feh. My braids are getting crappier by the day.
I need to see Patrick today. And I need to call Dottie...
...I need to clean my room up before Mom comes home.
I guess that sums up my sensless babble for now.
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