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[19 Mar 2006|08:12pm] |
omgf i think im getting a new journal ive had this one for yearzz.
give me name suggestions.
durr.
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| yo soy el torro |
[11 Feb 2006|09:36am] |
so yeah im def def def bummed that i didn't get to go to heather's after all.
ie. my day pretty much sucked.
001.woke up late
002.boring day at school
003.train got stuck at boyton for hours
004.bro was sick
005.couldn't go to jupiter for heathers party.
my mom let me go to the hideout instead. she felt bad that she wouldn't let me go to jupiter. i considered trying to drive there and back and pretend i went to the hideout. i decided it was probably not a good idea because jupiter was so far away. i was lookign forward so much to this.
i'm beat.
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| pretty bored, pretty blood, lets play tag. |
[17 Jan 2006|11:23pm] |
so i suck at doing stuff for west.
man! i forgot what taylor said today, but it was funny.
it made me happy. companionship makes me happy. hm, lacking there.
fruck, thats what it was i think.
"ce qui" sounds like ski in french. or when taylor says it its skeet. gross. loser.
je m'ennuie de vous et je vous déteste pour ne pas être ici avec moi
maintenant que je vous déteste
je vous déteste
je vous déteste,
je déteste vraiment vous détester parce que je sais que vous êtes où vous voulez être.
baise, baise le histoire du monde.
baise le monde.
french makes words pretty. orly? yesrly.
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| picnic. |
[16 Jan 2006|11:39am] |
so martin left this morning, we took some pictures last night. and im baking danny a big cookie for his birthday. and then im going to head up to the middle of nowhere to give it to him.
update more later.
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[15 Jan 2006|11:50am] |
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martin leaves monday. thats tomorrow.
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| non je deteste les georges leningrad. |
[12 Jan 2006|07:44pm] |
um hum de dum.
my art feels like it sucks.
i keep my secret sketch book that i show no one.
i do this in the hopes that i will create something not infulenced by the thoughts of others,
not working. in my opinion,
my art is too, ugh i don't know.
i have no desire to finnish the drypoint i started last week.
no desire to finnish painting on the cardboard box now nailed to my wall.
and ABSOLUTELY no desire to finnish the self portrait im working on.
i mean really, i spent 3 days working on my jaw line.
i can't look at that for a day or two.
i hate myself for never updating anything, margaret does all the work on my myspace.
but as for livejournal, ugh i am a stupid beast when it comes to livejournal.
a stupid stupid beast.
on a positive note, my photography is going well, but when isn't it.
i've been asked to photo my lovely friends the lost boys, fun.
no serriously, fun. i haven't done commisoned band pictues in a couple of weeks.
doing show pictures is so easy. its the same 20 photos every time, each time different people and different hair.
but i have some really great ideas for them, so it'll be super!
i have realized i don't have enough male portaiture. so if you are a boy and are willing to pose for me, then give me a holler.
provided you live in florida of course.
the one thing i'm really happy about is that a) aubry is coming back for a week and b) i've decided to say, "FUCK A CAR, IM GETTING A VIDEO CAMERA"
so yeah basicly as of this weekend im going to blow like 2,000 on camera equipment.
no prolly only 600 or so. i already have a sound boob.
and im going to start shooting my project asap, first i need to find actors though.
its a whale of an idea, but it should be quite a treat.
its dealing with people being in a country where you don't speak the language, only they are in america, and they are all speaking english, but they don't :understand" the english spoken and relaly its acting as a metaphor for them being losers, jk no its just really about human interaction and why people don't get along sometimes. but i don't want it to be acting. i want it to be real.
♥mymomwenttoabarandforgotaboutmeforawhile
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| i ♥ him |
[20 Aug 2005|09:33am] |
this is a comment i posted n taylor's journal. it is almost an update and i am so fucking lazy that i dotn feel like typing more.
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hatetobeloved
2005-08-20 13:33 (link)
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taylor taylor taylor, a last toast to the sucky nights of many fridays. and a toast to going out in style. and a toast to every son of a bitch who finds themselves totally and completely in love. i hate it, i hate it all. everyone.
you know tonight i went to see my friend brandon, at his work (the tatoo place on federal hwy in boca) and these girls that were there, all decked out and scened up, they were laughing at us, me and liz and kc and martin and the guys. they just sat there and laughed at us because they found it amusing that we were not as scene as them i guess. and im sure they found it that much more amusing that we went into the comic book store next store after talkign to brandon.
they can kiss my ass.
but anyways i love you dearly my dear taylor. i wish you were here or i was there so i could give you one ginormous hug, and we could speak hungarian french.
i love you tay tay ♥
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i ♥ him
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| Rest In Peace |
[29 Jul 2005|01:16pm] |
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My dear little puppy, Sophie, died yesterday of liver failure. She was only 4 years old, and I miss her terribly.
We had a younger puppy, named Charlie, but she will always be my little baby.
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[30 Aug 2004|06:07pm] |
They're getting trashed, without precautions
Like a car crash, so blatantly obvious
Too much too fast, but you can't stop them
Cause there's no turning back, it's not an option
C-foty-fivethese kids aren't alright...
FRIENDS ONLY
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i was so drawn from random thought
to thought that, wandering in mind, i shut
my eyes, transforming thought on thought to dream
and when this image shattered of itself,
just like a bubble that has lost the water
beneath which it was formed
even as sleep is shattered when new light
strikes suddenly against closed eyes and, once
it's shattered, gleams before it dies completely,
so my imagination fell away
*HUGS* TOTAL!
give hatetobeloved more *HUGS*
Get hugs of your own
its understood that hollywood sells californication
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