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[May. 29th, 2004|09:54 pm] |
YOU ALL MUSTMUSTMUST ADD ME AT:
![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) _yourotherleft
love and kisses, nykki |
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[Nov. 11th, 2003|07:37 pm] |
not too much to say, i'm very spacy and blah as of now.
i really want a code (ssee last entry), if you have thanks so much. i want a new start, a cleans slate.
my birthday's on friday *cheers*!
and here's what my november birthday says about me:
Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable
pretty true.
PLEASE COMMENT as i'm bored and it would be muy amusing.
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[Nov. 10th, 2003|06:41 pm] |
i'm really feeling the need for a new lj name, so if you or anyone you know has an account creation code you're not using, it would MAKE MY LIFE and be ever so greatly appreciated!
<3333 and thanks. |
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[Nov. 9th, 2003|07:45 pm] |
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edit: when i was zooey it was a mix of me and anna. apparently alone i'm:
CONGRADULATIONS!~! You are Seymour! You are the
most beautiful person who has ever lived. You
are a true genius, but you don't think so
because you are humble. You are a poet, but
not literally. Really you are just a hopeless
philosopher, but your veins pump pure poetry.
You see beauty in unconventional places. You
are the type of person, sitting in the back of
the room listening to everyone else talk with a
broad smile on your face. However, you have
the same problem that faces all of the greatest
geniuses. You are too perfect, too special,
too beautiful for this world. This, drives you
insane and eventually you kill yourself. It's
no ones fault, you were just too perfect to
live in a world of imperfection.
"O snail
Climb Mount Fuji
But slowly, slowly!"
Who are you in Salingers Glass Family?
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[Nov. 9th, 2003|10:15 am] |
You're Shirley Manson, you saucy girl.
What sexy girl are you
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and this is a little late but it still rocks mah world:
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[Nov. 9th, 2003|09:30 am] |
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i love "brown eyed girl" so much. |
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[Nov. 8th, 2003|07:18 pm] |
You're a sunny yellow... According to color psychology, you share many of the sun's qualities, making you warm-hearted and full of life. You're spontaneous and sometimes even impulsive and there is never a dull moment when you're around because your energy is so infectious! Creative, original and highly independent, you probably prefer marching to the beat of your own drum. People may look to you for a different perspective on things and are easily attracted by your quirky personality.
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i love that...i wish! |
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[Nov. 7th, 2003|09:56 pm] |
stolen shamelessly from alexxx (of_negative):
If I were a month I would be: july
If I were a day of the week I would be: saturday
If I were a time of day I would be: sunset
If I were a planet I would be: not typing right now
If I were a sea animal I would be: a platypus, cow, puppy or sex kitten *meow*
If I were a direction I would be: north.
If I were a piece of furniture I would be: a chair on the scoolhous porch/ bench built by cw's
If I were a sin I would be: jesus ((stealing this one cause i love it))
If I were an historical figure I would be: john lennon
If I were a liquid I would be: diet coke
If I were a tree, I would be: cut down
If I were a flower/plant: bonsai tree (one that i didn't kill)/ a pine
If I were a kind of weather: sun
If I were a musical instrument, I would be: guitar
If I were an animal, I would be: furry
If I were a color, I would be: plaid cause then i could be asja's fave/ silver/ obnoxiously hot pink
If I were a vegetable, I would be: smothered in extremely fattening sauce and sauteed
If I were a sound, I would be: music?
If I were an element, I would be: on the periodic table of elements, which i refuse to memorize.
If I were a car, I would be: a 1992 red chevrolet (see "lithuani" lyrics)
If I were a song, I would be: mad good.
If I were a movie, I would be directed by: michael moore
If I were a book, I would be written by: salinger, kerouac, chbosky, ginsberg, burroughs, nersesian
If I were a food, I would be: yummy
If I were a place, I would be: NYC
If I were a material, I would be: vinyl :]
If I were a taste, I would be: tasty
If I were a scent, I would be: the beach/ vanilla
If I were a word, I would be: fuckerrrrrr
If I were a body part I would be: hands/eyes
If I were a cartoon character I would be: daria/ cow of cow and chicken
If I were a shape I would be a: star
If I were a number I would be: infinity. AND BEYOND!
If I were a disease I would be: SARS or AIDS
on other notes:
went to anna's, walked randomly around central park, ate crazy amounts of popcorn and owned the hamburguesa song after watching supermarket sweep woith far too much enthusiasm. we then watched shop till you drop. her brother taught me the beginning of come as you are on guitar: I OPWN AT GUITAR/ DRUMS/ DIDJERIDOO.
we played oregon trail but it WOULD NOT LET US DIE DAMMIT!
i just wanna thank anyone that commented on my anonymous entry, thanks for sharing so much.
i replied to lots of them, so just check there.
just wanna give my love to EVERYONE today. |
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[Nov. 5th, 2003|09:53 pm] |
stolen from tahrialah and voodoo_:
Do you love me?
Comment and express your love for me in your own crazy way.
and i love my conversation with max:
Max: yarg
XRoCkKStArRx: yarg.
Max: im a pirate durt
Max: dur*
XRoCkKStArRx: arg, well of course. ahoy.
Max: arg
Max: me matey
XRoCkKStArRx: *wears eyepatch* arg.
Max: indeed
XRoCkKStArRx: ahoy to that, matey
Max: arg
XRoCkKStArRx: *has hook instead of a hand* |
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[Nov. 5th, 2003|02:37 pm] |
A GARAGE-GURL. Youre into loud music, hot guys and
wild fashions. Youre most at ease when youve
got all your mates around you and you like to
party. Boys are a game and youre always on the
ball because you make sure youre always number
one.
Your virtues: Confidence, fun nature, sociability.
Your flaws: Loudness, jealous tendency, need for
attention.
What kind of girl are you?
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[Nov. 4th, 2003|08:04 pm] |
some people (not naming names) criticize my journal, so i'm just trying to make it perfectly glassy- clear:
i'm not writting for you
i never asked for an audience, or judgements
this is my space, my words, not necessarilly all of me.
just whatever fragments i feel like including.
so deal with it. |
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[Nov. 4th, 2003|07:53 pm] |
ok ready, heres the official deal.
this was amazingly smart and i love the idea of it.
On this entry, post ANYTHING YOU WANT.
A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love - ANYTHING.
MAKE SURE YOU POST ANONYMOUSLY.
(and don't worry about your IP address, I won't be logging them for this post.)
PLEASE RESPOND!! PLEASE RESPOND!! PLEASE RESPOND!! PLEASE RESPOND!! AJGJKDASGFDAJ!!
leave comments of what you're supposed to. as in anonymous comments/confessions.
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[Nov. 4th, 2003|01:20 am] |
BY THE WAY, MY CHE GUEVARA POST WAS MY 100TH!
YAY FOR MY LJ!
*golf claps* |
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[Nov. 4th, 2003|01:19 am] |
do this if you have any desire to make me happy! |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2003|09:06 pm] |
i was thinking, don't you wish there was another picture of Che Guevara?
i'm thinking it woulda been like one of him at a birthday party with a bunch of nine-year olds with milk coming out of his nose cause he just laughed a joke somebody told.
anyway... |
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[Oct. 30th, 2003|08:06 pm] |
a poem i read in perks that i love, despite its upsettingness and i feel i should make you all see:
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year that Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed or even talked
And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen. |
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[Oct. 28th, 2003|09:14 pm] |
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I am not an angry girl, but it seems I've got everyone fooled. Every time I say something they find hard to hear, they chalk it up to my anger and not to their own fear. Imagine you're a girl just trying to finally come clean, knowing full well they prefer you dirty and smiling |
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[Oct. 28th, 2003|09:13 pm] |
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No matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world. |
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[Oct. 27th, 2003|11:50 am] |
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[Oct. 27th, 2003|11:45 am] |
my english teacher was sick, i got out of study hall, and i have lunch and then a free next period.
CAN YOU SAY QUADRUPAL FREE, BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!?????????? |
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