Sunday. 12.21.03 1:07 am
Today, i conducted a survey, a survey of utmost importance.
Question of the day: Why do girls get mad at the smallest things?
g0tchrystal (1:07:48 AM): no freakin idea buddy
theres always the clueless type.
Die Like a God (1:07:59 AM): Question of the day: Why do girls get mad at the smallest things?
oIsExC Pi nAiIo (1:09:28 AM): maybe because der so sensitive..dey have to0 much self-confidence..or maybe der just a jealous type
then theres always the philisophical type.
Die Like a God (1:09:46 AM): Question of the day: Why do girls get mad at the smallest things?
baBipufFz (1:10:48 AM): hahaha
baBipufFz (1:10:50 AM): guys too
tehres a feminist thats out to kill guys
Die Like a God (1:09:38 AM): Question of the day: Why do girls get mad at the smallest things?Lil Baby Lila (1:11:05 AM): hmz..
Lil Baby Lila (1:11:20 AM): >:o!! HIEUY!!!!!!
theres the confused type.
as you can see, my survey didn't work out =( Comment! (0) | Recommend!
Friday. 12.19.03 11:36 pm
i know i havn't updated for a long time, i have been comming back, but always comming back to an empty mind. i swear my mind is so blank and dead nowadays. im feeling lonely and shit, i think im sinking into depression, why? you know why? because i know im going to fucking leave my friends in a couple months, and the fact that its way too early for me makes me want to die. plus, the fact that i have them now. and want to hang out with them, yet i can't makes me pissed at myself for not making the best of the freindships.
my two best friends hah.
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Friday. 12.5.03 4:40 pm
thats my excuse for my dissappearance. doop dee doo da
crush the bottle under my feet! DO IT NOW NWONWOWNOWNOWNWONOWNONWONOWNONOWNOWNOWNOW
i like sandy beaches
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Sunday. 11.23.03 8:38 am
i gots like....a meeting today o_O for work
i type later, IM LIZZATE!
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Saturday. 11.15.03 1:35 pm
wow, i havn't pdated for a long time..hmm....what to say! what to say! i do not know, ill finish laterrr
gotta love that face
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Sunday. 10.12.03 1:18 am
pretty normal day, my mom was supposed to leave today for vietnam, my grandma is dying, my uncle is dead. my mom wanted to go..at around 4 my family starts commin in droves, or it felt like it, it was only my uncle aunt and their children haha
we played for a little while, nothing happens, then five minutes before we leave, literally five minutes before we leave, theres a fone call from vietnam, it was my aunt. my grandma passed 11 this morning. fucked
i miss her, even though we didnt get along and blah blah blah shes still my grandma, and she would always be sitting at the table, legs up on the chair, her dirty ass crooked feet on the chair.. haha she always had this toe that stuck outwards, it was weird. everyday i come home from school shed be there, just be there, we hardly talked or anything. but she was there. then she went back to vietnam "to die there" was her reason for going back and she did
i dunno, its all hitting me really fast, its like a brick ran into my face, RAN INTO MY FACE
edit: i just remembered, me and her had a talk before she left, she said that she will not be comming back, and that she wants me to be good, and to do good in school.
i will.
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