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| 4:49 pm ; Monday, August 29, 2005 |
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i haven't updated this in a LONG time. i've become such a xanga whore. i'm horrible.
I AM IN HAPPY SPECTACULAR MODE.
not just from saturday, though that is a big factor. i didn't explain what happened with hanging out with sebastian, hang on lemme explain the other reason first.
two of my shirts and my hoodie came in today :) msi shirt, trivium shirt, and atreyu hoodie. i ADORE them. yay :)
okay, so anyway... saturday. sarah got her liscense that morning and she came to kroger and picked me up [TOTALLY a surprise]. then we surprised sebastian by showing up at his house, but he was okay with it so it was cool. we watched him set up his drum kit and then dave, john, and evan showed up and they practiced. they are UBER good live... and i thought their demo thing was good. wow. i didn't know that they were all fucking musical PRODIGIES.
then we went to my place and chilled, then went to meet sebastian to hang out some more...
it was fun and all, but my god WE SAT AT MARATHON FOR THREE HOURS. sebastian and dave know the people that work there by name because they're in there so much, its crazy crazy. then we went to steve's house and we got a tour, and it is a supercool house. that was followed by chilling on the patio waiting for ashley to call me because she was supposed to come out and chill with us when sarah had to go home at midnight and be my ride home later... like as in 2:30 later... she never showed, so i ended up at home at 11:45 o.o
but whatever.
i have a cannon meeting tonight... sigh... |
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| 2:58 am ; Saturday, July 23, 2005 |
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this picture is huge but i don't feel like making it smaller.
feel free to post this on whatever website you feel like.
and by 'feel free' i mean 'please do.'
( the pic ) |
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| 10:31 pm ; Thursday, July 7, 2005 |
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( quiz. )
the quiz was pretty much my only reason for posting.
i take that back.
the kiss.
the fucking kiss.
i can't get it out of my head.
not because it was good, but because it wasn't.
and furthermore, ian's reaction. he was totally like "WTF?!" and i'm afraid that i sucked at it.
and because he totally DIDN'T want to be kissed by me, he will never talk to me again.
i fucked up.
i seem to be good at that.
why do i always fuck up when it comes to guys?
...i'm such a failure.
oh yeah, and an update on the ian-rachel scene...
they're dating. |
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| 7:27 pm ; Saturday, June 25, 2005 |
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so i guess sherrie read this or something... which is kind of odd because i don't remember telling her that i had a livejournal. and strangely, i seem to not care. after all, this is a fucking livejournal.
i'm not going to NOT say what i'm thinking because god forbid that person reads my livejournal. i never ASKED to read this. the ones that do read it because they feel like it.
so, sherrie, if you don't like what i have to say, don't read it. furthermore, I CAN'T BE YOUR VENTING MACHINE ALL THE TIME. i probably wouldn't have even vented in this in the first place if you treated me like such. i have my own problems, thank you, and i can't deal with yours right now. maybe if i didn't go to a psychologist and didn't have my own problems and my life was just PEACHY, i'd let you vent to me. but it's not.
get a livejournal. bitch about me. bitch about your parents. bitch about life. whatever. just don't bitch to me.
UGH.
now that that's said and done.
MY SISTER IS A BITCH WHORE.
i come home, and instead of addressing me, she leaves me an attitudinal note that's all like "THIS COMPUTER'S NOT YOURS QUIT MESSING WITH IT BLAH BLAH BLAH."
so i wrote her one back [yes, i'm matching her immaturity, shut up] and she read it and she's like "AHAHAHAH JUSTIN HOW DO YOU SAY THIS AHAHAHAHA" and he's like "UH... D-HER? DUH-HER? DARE? AHAHAHAHAHA!" and he has like 7 friends over so they're all like "AHAHAHAH!" and then she's like "SOMETHING SOMETHING ABOUT AIM... WHAT?! WHAT A LIAR! AHAHAHA!"
um, hell-o.
stupid bitch, i said i changed the icon for aim, but if she could actually READ then maybe she could say that it says 'A I M.' furthermore, there's an aim icon next to the start button. AND. AAAAAND. AIM ISN'T ONLY FOUND ON THE DESKTOP! HOLY FUCKING WHOA! NO WAY! x.x ungod, what a lazy whore.
OH DAMN GUESS WHAT ELSE. i haven't changed a single fucking thing on this computer since i fixed the hard drive.
well, i take that back, i haven't changed an icon.
the only thing i changed was i deleted internet explorer off the desktop and the start menu because it FUCKED THE COMPUTER OVER and guess who was stuck fixing it? ME. i've told her [and everyone else] to fucking use MOZILLA FIREFOX. it BLOCKS POPUPS, SPYWARE, TROJANS, ETC.
so, if she wants me to NOT fix the fucking computer next time she puts a virus or a trojan or spyware on it, then so be it.
fuck, i'll buy my OWN computer and let this one go to hell. and when it blows up on her and she has to go to the hospital because she has a computer chip stuck in her jugular, i'll point and laugh.
...whore.
on the plus side?
-i finally found RED red blush [to use for eyeshadow] instead of that grayish pinkish red funny color that blush usually comes in.
-i rented 'hero'
-i bought the new issue of revolver
-meg visited me and josie at kroger
-people strangely find my odd hair not odd [it's ORANGE, how can it NOT be odd? it seriously looks funny.] |
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| 9:58 pm ; Sunday, June 19, 2005 |
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mood:  annoyed music: trivium - like light to the flies
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well it's been a while since i've updated this. quite simply, i use my deadjournal. not my livejournal. and no, you can not have the link to my deadjournal.
[taken from DJ]
so, work today was actually kinda cool. i worked an 8 hour shift [ew] but it went by really fast. i got there, bagged two hours, then went on break. then came back, did orphans for two hours, and went on lunch. then did more orphans, then did a floor sweep [and didn't even finish the whole store] and then went on my last break. then came back, liz gave me a couple of caffeine pills because i was about to fall asleep [yay caffeine pills] and then bagged for a while, and then went out on carts - in which breanna and i split a 6 pack of raspberry twist smirnoff <3 afterwards, i came in and spot mopped 1/8 of the store [which took a freaking half and hour], and then clocked out and walked around with caitlin whilst gushing about the time i spent with baz and how sherrie was all like "OMG NOT FAIR I HATE YOU, YOU LUCKY BITCH."
damn straight. baz really doesn't like sherrie too much. not many people do. i'm her best friend, but she's CERTAINLY not mine. i'm better friends with baz than i am her. ungod. sherrie wants to go to red white and boom [a fireworks kinda dealie] with baz and the rest of us on july 1st i think it was. i was like "um i'll talk to him kthxbye." translation: fuck no.
[/taken from DJ]
RRR. sherrie has been getting on my EVERY. LAST. NERVE. all she does is calls and complains to me. and then when she FINALLY asks me what i've been up to i start talking and she doesn't really even care. she's just like "sweet. uh huh. cool. cool. yeah. uh huh." okay, so its okay for her to call me and be all like "WOE IS ME I DID SOMETHING INCREDIBLY STUPID AND IT WAS ENTIRELY MY OWN FAULT BUT I'M GOING TO BLAME IT ON EVERYONE ELSE ANYWAY AND I'M FREAKED OUT ABOUT ITTTTTTTTTTT." and god forbid i should have a good time doing something and i'm like "LYKE WHOAAAAAAAAA!" and she's like "tcch, fuck that i'm not listening to you."
[taken from DJ] and she probably stalks baz with her creepy stalkerish ways and was like "HAHA BITCH LISTEN TO THIS, KRISTIN IS LIKE 'HOLY HELL BAZ FO SHO!'" [/taken from DJ] when in fact she's all like "baz baz omg lyke he's amazing and omg i swear i don't like him but i secretly tell kristin all the fucking time that i do!!!1?!2P12?!0NE)??/(@#z!!!1" and i'm just like "hey look its baz, lets hang out, fucker" because i'm not a stalker and i do not want to date him. despite whatever the hell she thinks in her brain.
ungod, could i rant any more?
...yes i can.
watch this, bitch hoe.
SHERRIE = ANNOYING.
SHERRIE = NEEDS TO LEARN TO DEAL WITH HER OWN PROBLEMS INSTEAD OF VENTING THEM TO ME.
SHERRIE = NEEDS TO STOP TELLING ME THAT WE'LL HANG OUT AND CANCEL AT THE LAST MINUTE TO HANG OUT WITH SOMEONE AND LATER BLAME IT ON SOMEONE ELSE.
SHERRIE = PRETTY MUCH NEEDS TO GET A LIFE. BECAUSE. KRISTIN IS NOT SHERRIE'S LIFE.
fuck yea. :) |
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| 4:10 am ; Monday, May 9, 2005 |
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mood:  guilty music: dope - pig nation
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GOD. i'm such a a fuckass.
it seems like i have this uncanny ability to always fuck everything up. i just HAD to go and get pissed off and make things worse than they already are. i ranted and raved and bitched and complained and it really didn't get me anywhere. i thought maybe i needed to be straightforward... i thought maybe i'd finally get my point across... so much for that. all i did was make myself even more hateable.
you-
i lied - this is not what i wanted. i didn't mean to be a bitch. i'm sorry for everything.
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| 4:17 pm ; Tuesday, May 3, 2005 |
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dearest you,
you are beyond selfish. did it ever occur to you that maybe everything isn't about you? so i had a bracelet with your name on it - i wasn't the only one. six had one too. ungod, did i not outright say to you, "sherrie and i were drunk, don't worry about it"? i only had it for like half a day even, before i cut it apart it to use the beads for another bracelet. and so what if i gave you that necklace... it's not like you were anything special. i made necklaces for a lot of my friends, you douche. you're a world-class FUCKASS. i mean, i do anything and automatically you think it has something to do with you. you think i'm obsessed with you. don't flatter yourself. like fucking hell i'd be obsessed with you. i thought we were friends. FRIENDS. i guess i'm not even good enough to be that. so be it, fine, whatever. at this point, i really don't give a flying fuck. i'm not going to put up with you not doing things you said you were going to, lying to me, and all around treating me like shit. i WILL NOT stand for it. i'm not just some toy you can throw around. i've been pretty fucking lenient. i've given you plenty of chances. i'm done. i'm not going to pretend that we're friends when we're obviously not. i'm not going to try any more. sure i'll still talk to you - probably no more than we already do, considering how the only reason you talk to me is because you're bored at work - but i'm not going to invite you over or try to be friends with someone who obviously has no interest. if you want to take the initiative, fine. go ahead. if you suddenly decide, "oh, i actually DO want to be friends with her," then YOU can work on our 'friendship.' you come to me. not that you would anyway, fucker.
-me
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| 9:14 pm ; Monday, May 2, 2005 |
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mood: irritated music: queens of the stone age - go with the flow
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i just got back from my psychology appointment thing. i hate how it always makes me so... emotional. my psychologist plays fucking mind games, man... like before each appointment i'm like "what's the point, it's not like i have anything to say." and then i say one thing, and it leads to another, and another, and before it, FUCK i've said everything.
and anyway. my psychologist called me emotional. my dad called me emotional. logan called me emo [he referrs to me as emo, even]. i called me emotional. GOD, what should i say,
"LOOK EVERYONE, I'M A FUCKING EMO!!!"
i mean, when i was little, i was emo. i was beyond emo. it took very little to get me crying. and i was dramatic. and one of those reject kids who had no friends and sat on the edge of the playground all like "i'm such a loser, why don't i have friends?"
and then, in 7th grade, i taught myself to forget how to cry. if that makes sense. because i moved, and i was all like "there's no way in hell i'm going to be a crybaby in middle school." but like... i'm still emo... i mean, all my lyrics are emo. all my stories are emo. all my poetry is emo... i'm a secret emo.
SECRET AGENT EMO!
so, i think i'm starting to figure me out. this is kinda scary, actually. like for the longest time i've had no clue who the fuck i am... well this is how it is. on the outside, i'm a bad, hardass, heartless bastard... and on the inside i'm a emo that cares too much about what other people think.
and of course there are various other facts about me:
-i don't make friends easily
-i have a court date on the 4th
-i'm in a room that smells like carpet cleaner
-last year i was straightedge [ha]
-now i am nowhere near straightedge [fuckin' kids corrupted me :D]
-my dad's FINALLY letting me get my temps
-i almost have enough money to buy a piece of shit car, haha
-i've decided that i don't really care if drew and i are friends any more, because i'm sick of his bullshit [and bullshit is not nice]
-and if drew wants to take the initiative to try to by my friend, that's cool
-but i'm sick of trying to be his when it seems like he couldn't care less
-i secretly like good charlotte... mostly just because billy's fucking HOT
-i'm supposed to be doing my earth science project right now
-i need lunch money
-did i mention billy's hot?
-i think hannah dislikes me to some great extent and i'm not quite sure why
-i think watercolor pencils are fun
-i am a supporter of the "FREE THE GWENIHANA FOUR!" thing... because people are not accessories
-it has been brought to my attention that sam ate my cat
-i like fried rice
-i miss my baby brother
-i miss my older brother for that matter, too
-i'm going to OU for the weekend in 3 weeks - may 20-22
-i really need to take pictures for my relaxation project in photo class
-i need to order my warped tour tickets
-and my ozzfest tickets
-and my atreyu and msi shirts/hoodies - because i was supposed to do that about 2 months ago
okay i'm done with lists.
so um... rachel called me on saturday... she was like "i was like 'hmm who can i call' because everyone's at prom and then i remembered, 'OH! kristin's not at prom!'" THANK YOU. because, y'know, first of all, i was the last person that she thought of to call. she thought of everyone at prom first. "shelley? no she's at prom. dan? no he's at prom." THEN she thought of me. and the majority of my friends are seniors and juniors, and they even invited meg to go along [though she refused], and didn't really give a flying fuck whether i was there or not. i mean, i think the only reason that meg's been remotely nice to me lately is because i got her cigarettes. and as for everyone else... they talk to me when meg's not there to entertain them.
why am i everyone's goddamn backup toy?
seriously, i should be a fucking professional BOREDOM FIXER. "omg, i'm so bored, all my friends are out of town... i know! i'll call kristin and use her to fix my boredom problems!" *insert infomercial blue screen plus telephone number and guy speaking incredibly fast here*.
i am everyone's bitch.
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| 7:44 pm ; Saturday, April 30, 2005 |
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i might be moving.
ughhhh.
so, since my grades aren't like absolutely SPECTACULAR OMG
my mom is like
"well, you're moving back in with me or you're going to a boarding school."
so as of next year
i will either be going to jerome, liberty, or some unknown far off place.
technically, she can't FORCE me to live with her because i'm over 13, but...
if my dad's like "okay whatever"
she can ship me off to wherever she likes.
i don't think she realizes that boarding schools in america
do.
not.
make.
your.
grades.
better.
it'd be better if people called them crack donation centers or something.
i mean, boarding schools in europe are okay,
because they're like...
proper and shit
but i know for a fact
that my parents don't have enough money
to ship me off to europe -
not that i'd complain if they did.
living in europe would be fucking SWEET.
liz said that if my mom tried to send me to boarding school
that she'd let me live with her
because she's getting a 5 bedroom house near mansfeild.
i'm not sure if she was serious or not.
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| 5:29 pm ; Friday, April 29, 2005 |
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well, in order to not spit out a third lj entry for the day, i put the quizzies in a cut and i shall continue typing in this thing like the ばか i am.
so, i've decided that not only is my stepsister a bitch, but her friend gabby is even more of a bitch. i didn't think it was possible. she's extremely rude to everyone and she seems to enjoy hitting people... and also enjoys asking stupid third-grade purposely annoying questions. ew.
kinda in a bad mood... なめんじゃね！！
hahahaha... the japanese use the word 'oi.' XP
ew. so my stepsister and her friend just ran down the stairs and were like "we're going to get on the computer!" followed by an "ohhhh" of disappointment. okay, their going to barbie.com versus me typing a livejournal entry. i beleive i win for the time being. so this said "gabby" chick was all like "ohhh, she's on the computer." did i not mention that this chick was rude? ugh. she's so... snide. it's somewhat amusing [okay so not really]. she's nine and thinks that she's so much better than me... たこ. i do beleive she needs to get off her high horse and come back down to this little thing called 'reality.' GOD.
。。。阿呆あぶずれおん
( quizzy thing results. )
japanese insults are fun:
私の頭がいたい = watashi no atama ga itai = i have a headache
ばか = baka = idiot
なめんじゃね = namen ja ne = don't mess with me
たこ = tako = stupid jerk
阿呆あぶずれおんな = aho abuzureonna = dumb ass bitch |
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| 4:12 pm ; Friday, April 29, 2005 |
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mood: annoyed music: finger eleven - broken words
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so kristin got a livejournal...
but yeah deadjournal is way, way better.
you don't have to pay in order to create your own styles.
and i'm not going to have to put all the stupid tags in
if i decide that i want century gothic font
instead of verdana :/
nyah...
i might use the client for this
instead of going to the site.
it's much easier...
and it has the auto-music-picker-upper thing.
aka it already knows what i'm listening to
when i update this stupid thing.
nothing much happened today
except for the usual rachel being a trendwhore poseur bitch...
well there was the poetry slam and that was cool...
i read my poem 3 times
because miss crisp made me.
rachel was going to read her poem about rayna...
except it wasn't even poetry.
it was a big long rant
that looks something like this:
what did i ever do to you to you
you hate me and i don't know what i did
you deserve to have your heart ripped out
though that would require having a heart
i hope your karma kills you.
it's a rant in poetry form.
like i do for my journal entries.
and.
it's not 'i hope your karma
it's just 'i hope karma'
like you don't say "i hope your karma kicks you in the ass."
karma just is.
people do not have their own karma
they give karma
and then karma comes back and kicks their ass.
karma is like a boomarang.
she really has no fucking clue what she's talking about.
not that she ever does.
like when she talks about msi
"jimmy is so cool!"
...she doesn't even know who jimmy IS.
i just showed her a picture of him
and then she's like "who's that???"
and i told her it was little jimmy urine
and she didn't even remember his name
for half a minute.
fuckassss.
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