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Friday, July 9th, 2004
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11:07 am
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NIKKI!~
i dunno if you still read this journal BUT....
Stand Up! For Choice!
Big Tent Extravaganza
Monday, August 30th / 8:00 PM / New York, NY
On April 25th, all eyes were on the one million people who joined forces in Washington DC to March for Women's Lives.
On August 30th, we will keep that momentum alive in New York City with the Planned Parenthood Republicans for Choice Big Tent Extravaganza .
We will be celebrating our commitment to protecting fundamental reproductive rights with this variety show featuring many musicians and comedians.
Join us and ‘Stand Up! For Choice'! Urge the Republican Party to return to its traditional path of individual responsibility and personal freedom by supporting the right to choose.
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| Thursday, July 8th, 2004
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10:10 am
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mmmm...yeah. i made a new journal and it's friend's only. the username is "Faetiger" so..yeah. i added some people, but add me if you want to be added back.
yes..
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| Friday, July 2nd, 2004
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2:50 pm
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1) Take your LJ username and replace each letter with the corresponding number (A=1, B=2, etc...). If your name contains numbers, you'll need to convert them to letters first before you can convert to numbers.
12-9-26-1-18-4-4-3-17-21-55-14-7-1
2) Add all of the numbers together to create a kind of super number.
192
3) Make a note of the first digit of this number, then add the digits of the number together.
1 9 2=12
4) Find the post of this number in your LJ. If you don't have that many posts, add the digits together again. Keep doing so until the number is smaller than your pathetic number of posts.
Feb. 28th 2002.
5) Take the digit you noted in step 3, and count that many words into the post.
my
6) Use the resulting word in a Google Image Search, and select a picture from the first page.
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| Monday, June 28th, 2004
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2:11 am
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| Saturday, June 26th, 2004
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1:20 am
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i never cried in front of any of my managers at blockbuster ever in all the time i worked there. yet already at friendly's not only did i cry in front of my manager, almost everyone working tonight saw me crying. and i don't really care. my manager was really really nice and gave me a hug, and one of the waitresses came into the bathroom to tell me a story about going through the same thing and how everything will be okay. i know everything's gonna be okay. it just sucks that it's happening.
blah.
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| Friday, June 25th, 2004
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2:59 am
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what i got:
-beach trip
-a new conch ring
-NIN poster (very sexxxy)
-taffy
-lovin' (oooh, i'm lame and predictable)
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| Tuesday, June 22nd, 2004
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1:40 am
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You're GI Joe with the Kung Fu Grip!! You're
strong, tough, and know how to kick some ass.
Don't forget though, no matter how manly you
think you are, you're still just a doll. God
Bless America.
What childhood toy from the 80s are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
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| Saturday, June 19th, 2004
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4:30 am
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holy shit.
i've been reading my journal. from the beginning. i have a horrible memory, especially when it comes to recalling emotion. i just realized how horribly depressed i was, even back then. and how bad things were with my mom. god.
and francis. i started this stupid journal right around the time i began liking him. he was the first person i ever really cried in front of. i remember...he's seen so many fights with my mom. and once we were outside because in a drunked rage she randomly made me walk the dogs. and i broke down on the street and started crying hysterically and trying to pull my hair out. i remember once...the first time i cried in front of him at all i tried to hide my face and he told me that i didn't have to hide from him, and i never did again.
it's been a good couple of years, in spite of everything.
and i found this, a record of a dream i had.
in the dream i am a child. anthony hopkins approaches me in a parking lot, concerned that i have been hurting myself. he is not overbearing...he is sympathetic. i try to act like he is referring to a bruise that i have. he touches my right arm just above the elbow, and proceeds to lift up my sleeve, revealing partially healed self-inflicted cuts. i am ashamed. he takes me into his arms, tells me that i do not need to hurt myself anymore. i close my eyes, and when i open them again i am no longer a child, but the seventeen year old girl that i am in reality. i am no longer with hopkins, but in the arms of my boyfriend.
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2:42 am
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i have off tomorrow. or today, technically. i hope i get to see vanessa at least for a little while. *pout* yeah.
i really want school to start again. i'm so insanely eager to get back there, and there's no reason for it. i hate that place. i was insanely depressed all last year. i don't know. i just think i'm going to enjoy this year more. all of my very best friends will be nearby. and i'm going to be spending most of my time with them, even if we're all studying, instead of sitting in a dorm room being so bored i want to die. yeah. i kinda miss mike and jared. i don't miss B&G food. i'll make off-campus people feed me. *smirk*
nipple ring is doing good. still a bit sore when it gets bumped and after i clean it. i want to get a ring for my conch. i want a NIN tattoo, a GD tattoo, and my triskele. i know where i'm getting the triskele, and i'm getting that soon. don't know where i want the others.
moo!
kayla, get your tongue pierced woman. doooo ittttttt.
my cousin got me a ticket to see liz phair in september. SWEET ASS. chicks with attitude. we rule.
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| Friday, June 18th, 2004
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3:58 pm
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| Thursday, June 17th, 2004
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2:24 pm
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update time. what's new with you sarah? oh, just stuff.
what did you study? stuff? were the midterms hard?
i have both of my nipples pierced now. i also got a smaller ring for the first piercing free of charge. i'm getting a new tattoo probably next week.
yesterday sucked ass but francis made it better. because he's awesome like that, and he cheers me up.
eight months ago bob's testicles were removed.
my sleeping patterns have become really erratic lately. everything is erratic lately.
uhm...i used to like my job. now i'm not so sure. the stress gets insane sometimes.
well, frank just called. time to go to the mall to buy something for my dad who thinks i'm stupid because i have a vagina. bye.
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| Tuesday, June 15th, 2004
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5:12 pm
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i'm so pissed off about this wisdom teeth bullshit. my old dentist pulled teeth so i wouldn't have to get them out, and now i have to get it done anyway. i'm so mad, and i hate my mouth. at this point i have had six teeth pulled, my upper jaw widened, braces, a retainer, and another retainer that i can't even fucking remove. now i get to have four more teeth ripped the fuck out, and in the process my tongue piercing will close up. GREAT.
fuck dentists.
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2:27 am
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1:52 am
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hi. leandra, tricia, and i are sitting in my basement watching fight club. definitely one of my favorite movies of all time. i love brad pitt.
leandra just gave me my birthday present. merry and pippin shirt. love it. :D
sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.
i worked until 1:30.
tomorrow i'm going to see saved! with julie, and we're going to eat apple pie sundaes.
made 12 bucks in tips tonight. whoo.
tireddddddd.
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| Sunday, June 13th, 2004
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3:56 pm
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yarr. angry is me.
current mood:  pissed off
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1:39 pm
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| How to make a lizard43queen71 |
Ingredients:
5 parts anger
3 parts crazyiness
5 parts leadership |
Method:
Layer ingredientes in a shot glass. Serve with a slice of caring and a pinch of salt. Yum! |
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1:23 am
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i'm 19 now. whooo, whooo.
some stuff that happened today:
-woke up next to francis. always a plus.
-no presents from my family. supposedly i get them tomorrow.
-worked 9.5 hours
-vanessa called me.
-julie came to visit me and gave me braveheart (swoon) and....well...."ice cream". mwahahahahahaa.
-hung out with francis after work. he made me happy, and gave me a 3-cd bruce springsteen set and a smashing pumpkins dvd. then he took me to the cafe and bought me chai. swoon more.
yeah. blah. i was all happy earlier but now i feel blah. blah.
I get up in the evening
And I ain't got nothing to say
I come home in the morning
I go to bed feeling the same way
I ain't nothing but tired
Man, I'm just tired and bored with myself
Hey there baby, I could use just a little help
You can't start a fire
You can't start a fire without a spark
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
Message keeps getting clearer
Radio's on and I'm moving 'round the place
I check my look in the mirror
I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face
Man, I ain't getting nowhere
Just living in a dump like this
There's something happening somewhere
Baby I just know that there is
You can't start a fire
You can't start a fire without a spark
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
You sit around getting older
There's a joke here somewhere and it's on me
I'll shake this world off my shoulders
Come on, baby, the laugh's on me
Stay on the streets of this town
And they'll be carving you up all right
They say you gotta stay hungry
Hey, baby, I'm just about starving tonight
I'm dying for some action
I'm sick of sitting 'round here trying to write this book
I need a love reaction
Come on now, baby, gimme just one look
You can't start a fire
Sitting 'round crying over a broken heart
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
You can't start a fire
Worrying about your little world falling apart
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
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| Friday, June 11th, 2004
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4:11 pm
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last night was so much fun. i love my friends.
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| Wednesday, June 9th, 2004
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4:30 pm
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last night. last night, it started with me curled up in his arms, his lips against my flesh and his arms around my body in a way that made me feel safe and happy and i longed to stay that way. fulfilled. okay. hours later there were tears in my eyes. why? why why why? maybe because i feel ugly. because i miss vanessa. because even though fighting with will made me cry, when i said out loud that we started speaking again, no emotions stirred. tears in my eyes. they reappeared as i walked out the front door. this time because i just can't figure out what my problem is. what's wrong with me? not walking straight. not caring enough to coordinate my movements. barely forcing myself to park the car. being locked out. seeing the garage light on. i could have ended it in there. i thought about it. eleven razor blades but i only needed one. a new one, shiny and sharp and fit for the job. devirginizing my stupidly pure flesh. she tells me it all started when i was five. she laughs when i tell her i feel old at nineteen. but if it's only gotten worse and worse and worse since i was a five year old what's in it for me to live to eighty? i've never envisioned that.
this song reminds me of you, vanessa.
Summer time and the wind is blowing outside in lower Chelsea.
And I don't know what I'm doing in this city,
The sun is always in my eyes,
It crashes through the windows, And I'm sleeping on the couch,
When I came to visit you,
That's when I knew, That I could never have you,
I knew that before you did,
Still I'm the one who's stupid,
And there's this burning, Like there's always been,
I've never been so alone, And I've never been so alive.
Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by,
The cigarette ash flies in your eyes, And you don't mind,
you smile,
And say the world doesn't fit with you.
I don't believe you, You're so serene.
Careening through the universe, Your axis on a tilt, You're guiltless and free,
I hope you take a piece of me with you,
And there's things I would like to do that you don't believe in,
I would like to build something, Buy you'll never going see it happen,
And there's this burning, Like there's always been,
I've never been so alone, And I've,
I've never been so alive,
And there's this burning, There is this burning.
Where's the soul. I want to know, New York City is evil.
The surface is everything, but I could never do that,
Someone would see through that.
And this is the last time, We'll be friends again.
I'll get over you, you'll wonder, who I am.
And there's this burning, Just like there's always been,
I've never been so alone, alone, alive, alive, I've never been so alive, so alive
I go home to the coast. It starts to rain, I paddle out on the water alone,
Taste the salt and taste the pain. I'm not thinking of you again,
Summer dies and swells rise,
The sun goes down in my eyes,
See this rolling wave,
Darkly coming to take me home,
And I never been so alone, And I've never been so alive.
current mood:  morose
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| Tuesday, June 8th, 2004
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4:50 am
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goodbye, red hair.
( hello, black. )
i'll post more when it's not 5am and i haven't slept. yeah.
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