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Today is my birthday!
It's a new year.
This one will be different. This I promise you.
Okay, so new year =
New screen name: dontplaytragic
New livejournal: ~dontplaytragic
Yep.
Out with the old, in with the new.
Because frankly, the old was starting to get on my nerves with her pissyness.
So yes, add my new livejournal please.
Or at least check out the overrides which took me forever to perfect. ^_^
New livejournal: ~dontplaytragic
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Anthony... I'm going to kill you. -_-
I have a feeling that this is going to lead to a bit of controversy.
Not like there wasn't any controversy to begin with.
So plans were uncanceled almost as quickly as they were canceled.
And we all met down at Addice park. Wee. Met some new people.
I learned some interesting information today.
It... hurts I guess but it really shouldn't.
And I had a feeling that that was what was going on but I wasn't sure. Now my fears are confirmed.
Part of me wants to cry, but the other part of me wants to gloat.
That's what you get you slimebag. *kick*
I got a call from Vishal! I was supposed to call him back! I forgot! DAMNIT. I'll do it now.
My birthday is tomorrow.
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Rawr.
Plans canceled on account of rain and thunderstorms.
We should have gone anyway, but nooo.
"I don't want to get killed!"
Party pooper.
I even went through the trial of straightening my hair for you guys. -_-
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I've been thinking about a lot of things lately.
Great.
I'm going to go for a walk.
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I hope you suffer.
Yes, I'm mean today.
No, I don't care.
Burn.
Thank you.
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I'm almost done with my room.
It looks quite different now.
And the glasses that we thought were frosted were actually just dusty.
Yeah. That's bad.
Shwee, I love my new lamps. =D
Just got to put in the rug + blinds. Yay.
Pictures coming soon.
So when I turn 16 (next year) I'm probably going to be working in the same building as my dad as a secretary. Hopefully they'll have another position open.
And there's a sushi place around the corner.
I'll be looking forward to lunch breaks incredibly much.
Apparently my parents have been invited to a beach party by my father's friends.
And apparently I'm expected to tag along.
Oh, and I'm supposed to mingle.
Er, problem.
Julia doesn't mingle.
Julia stalks around in the dark corners.
Someone please do me a favor and show me the closest route to a dark corner on the beach. Please?
I dislike parties where I know no one.
Our no-licking party will be fun.
Our pity party will be fun.
Our four-weeks-until-school-starts party will be fun.
Even the dvd-alphabetizing party will be fun.
Why? Because I'm good friends with these lovely people.
I do not know my dad's friend's teenage offspring and I like it fine that way.
I love making new friends... I just don't love being forced to.
I think that I'm going to start neglecting my livejournal.
Honestly, you people don't care and you don't really have a reason to care.
What's the point in keeping you all (yes, all three or so of you) up to date with my life's activities?
None really. I suppose I enjoy talking to myself and keeping records.
Everyone needs to buy Funeral for a Friend's new album, Hours. It owns.
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What the hell happened?
Now I'm ignored.
And what? I'm being used?
I don't like this very much.
I'm very spiteful.
You will be sorry. =]
I'm not a fucking idiot.
I was fun for a while, wasn't I?
Then you got bored.
Now I'm useless until you need a favor.
Sure, I'll help you out with whatever favor you need.
But I'm doing it my own way.
Don't trust any favors from me anymore.
You're on my bad side now.
Good luck.
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No-licking party?
How rad.
And weird.
I'm in.
I'll bring the party hats. Haha.
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I went for my walk.
We got caught in some rain, but Meredith being the poop that she is, decided that it was time to rush home. Wtf? T-T My friends don't appreciate the rain like I do.
But... she got a job and I'm very proud of her. Her parents have been giving her hell for not having one for a long time. Buaha, she has to take a class on making coffee. I can picture it now. XD
I'll have to visit her whenever I can.
But I'm thinking about applying there too. I need a job.
MY DOG'S BIRTHDAY IS TODAY! OMG!
Five years.
Wow. What an oldie.
I'm too nice to people who don't deserve it.
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I've been on a cleaning spree all day.
Um, and I'm now officially a germaphobe... or a dustaphobe anyway.
After some horrible experiences I've had today with dust bunnies, I ... I'm a new person entirely. Haha.
New furniture for my room as well. =D New lamps, new rug, and some odd beanbag-ish chair-pillow-thing. Shwee.
My brother came over with his sons and daughter.
I bequeathed unto them my beloved game of Twister... and my recorder from 4th grade.
Mark gave me a tin of orange altoids. ^_^ Yay.
REQUIEM FOR A DREAM = <333.
That was an absolutely amazing movie. The cinematography is whoa.
Everyone really must watch it. Right now. Do it.
Now I'm going to go for a walk with Meredith.
I haven't talked to her for a week. =\
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This blog update is not significant in the least. I enjoy rambling.
Went on a mini shopping spree today.
Bought my 50th CD ever.
Yes, I counted and all I have is fifty.
That is... those are all the CD's I have in disc form.
The rest are downloaded onto the computer. *pats monitor*
I wish I had a burner that attached to this thing.
Hm, maybe I'll annoy my brother to let me borrow his.
Also got Requiem for a Dream and the new Harry Potter book.
And I didn't have to wait in line at midnight. Muahaha. Suckers.
I miss Stubby Bust Bust. She is in Massachusetts.
I'm miss Rachel. She is in North Carolina... and she might be visiting Vishal. Not fair. Those crazy kids better call.
I miss Vishal. He's in North Carolina. I haven't seen him since March of 8th grade. Hm, and we haven't talked in a while.
I miss Meredith. Her dad is a poo-head.
And I miss Ryan. He's in California.
Damn, I miss everyone. The summer kills me.
Anthony makes me laugh:
crimsom pain: I have to beat Seymour today
mocklovesong: ?
crimsom pain: an evil maester in FFX
crimsom pain: he is addicted to death
crimsom pain: and he has weird yu-gi-oh hair
crimsom pain: so he needs to be sent to the afterlife
mocklovesong: LMFAO
Adding insult to injury - Anthony not only kills the poor guy but insults his hair style.
Maybe not funny to you, but it is to me.
Typical, typical Anthony.
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And now I miss Anthony because he abandoned me to play Final Fantasy. -_-
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There are some people in this world that I would really like to slap right now.
Everyone else is cool. ♥
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I'm happy with life right now.
And it's about time.
Oh hell, why not start the countdown?
Six more days. =)
My lucky number is coming up. I'm going to make this a good year.
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Underwear - the must have accessory for this season's fashion.
Sound odd? Well believe it, because when you go online shopping, underwear is filed under "accessories."
Example: PacSun
And they're not the only ones.
I, for one, am not surprised. How often do you pass by a boy in the hallway with his pants slipping down to his ankles, boxers peeping out? Or what about those girls that stick their thong straps up high on their sharp hip bones? Some may say that this is a cry for attention, whereas I believe that they're really just screaming for a wedgie.
Has society stooped so low as to market underwear as an accessory? Yes, underwear now has no bigger purpose than ornamentation. Next time you're trying to find something to go with that blouse, skimp on the bracelet and go for the panties.
And someone please tell me why a naked man is advertising for Abercrombie, which last time I checked, was a clothing store.
How is it that a naked man is more fit to sell clothes than say, I don't know, a fully-dressed male model wearing the store's attire?
It is 1:20 in the morning. I can't sleep. I'm talking to Anthony, and apparently we have the same taste in men's underwear.
Lovely.
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I want so badly to believe that you're right, but what if you're not?
What if there really isn't anything better than this?
What if this is the culmination, the high point, of everything I ever wanted?
What if there really isn't anything more to life?
What if there is no tomorrow for me?
Would someone care?
Have I made any impact at all?
So many questions and no real answers.
Don't try and make any up for my sake.
Sometimes, there's nothing more left to say than goodbye.
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We all bleed just like you.
Poor little bleeding hearts, I'm sorry to say that you're not the only ones to experience pain, sorrow, and existance. Believe it or not, the whole of the 6.4 billion people in this world feel the same exact things you do. Be thankful that you, unlike a vast majority of these 6.4 billion, have a roof over your head, food in your stomach, and family and friends who love you. Do you doubt this last bit? You must give love in order to receive it, so once you start neglecting your family and friends don't be shocked that they give up on you.
So tell me this: what makes your struggle more significant than the next person's?
Your problems are just as bad as mine, just as bad as hers, even just as bad as his, but inconsequential compared to the labors of so many.
You're not alone.
You're not the only one.
You're not special.
Stop pretending that you are, and open your eyes to the world around you.
Care about someone... something other than yourselves.
Maybe then, we'll start to care about you.
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... sure.
Only you'll still be the same spineless twat.
Just older.
So I lied.
Not every little boy or girl's fairytale ends with a happy ending.
Unless your idea of a happy ending includes being stone cold, six feet under.
Yeah, that's the real way fairytales and folksongs end.
It doesn't stop when the hero and the (former) damsel in distress ride off into the glorious sunset.
The sun doesn't set forever.
Eventually comes nightfall, and our hero and his damsel must face the world blind.
Oh, and eventually they'll die.
Maybe of old age.
Maybe something much more excruciating and painful... maybe during the night.
That's how our fairytale will end.
So once again, my words have failed to relay to you the full idea in mind.
Now I leave you scratching your heads at the bullshit I have layed out in front of you.
Enjoy my sparkling optimism.
I love you all.
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You're just not there anymore. I thought I didn't care, but I do. I care a lot more than I should. I wish I could turn back the clock to that time when we were happy, but when were we ever happy? One thing or another was always going wrong, and you were never satisfied. What sickens me the most is how much I wanted your satisfaction.
I hate you,
only I don't.
If you decided you wanted to come back to finish what you started, I would give in.
I can't bring my heart to hate you, but let me tell you this -
if I did hate you, I would hate you with the very fiber of my being, from the abysmal depth of my hollow, black heart.
Forgive and forget - two words that are not in my vocabulary.
Desperation - one word that is.
Know that I will never forgive you.
Know, also, that I will never forget you.
Lastly, know that the only hope that we have is desperation, for nothing else can possibly make me want this badly enough.
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Oh boy...
Lots of interesting blackmail pictures from today.
Too bad I promised that I would be a good friend and keep them under wraps.
I was feeling incredibly restless today so I decided I would make Anthony and Rachel suffer. Thusly, I dragged them out of their houses.
Highlights:
- RACHEL SAID HER FIRST INTELLIGENT THING TODAY!
- The Dress. dun... dun... DUN.
- Seeing people we haven't in a while during our walk.
- Um, the dress. Duh.
- Mr. Squeakie
- Rachel talking to birds and dogs.
( And now for pictures! )
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Everyone should add ~phonometric to their livejournal friends because she's awesome.
And she writes better than I ever will.
Damn her.
And it would make both of us very happy.
Er, this is my third lj entry today.
Time to celebrate?
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Oh boy...
Surprise visit from my brother.
And GUESS WHAT!
He brought along his three-year-old daughter, Angeline.
And just a second ago she was running around in circles, screeching something that sounded like "asses! asses!"
What is he teaching her?
And she won't leave me alone. -_-
So I thought I'd be clever and close the door, thinking that her brain has not yet developed enough to know what a doorknob was. Oh how wrong I was. Too bad she hasn't developed enough to know what knocking is.
Aw I'm a horrible aunt, but she seems to love me anyway.
At least she hasn't gotten into the habit of calling me "Aunt Julie" as Jeremy and Elias had.
She can barely say anything at all, actually.
Except for, you know, "asses! asses!"
I wish I had a camera.
Little kids are so awkward.
Aw but at the same time she's so cute. She wants to hold my hand. ^_^
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