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[Aug. 20th, 2005|01:48 am] |
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Yikes, my insomnia is getting way out of hand. It is 5:45 am, and I can't manage to get any shut eye. Spent the last hours watching Sex and the City, flipping through a mag, and going to pointless websites. I need to be packing since I will be moving into my dorm in....less than 24 hours. My god... what can I do? Any suggestions? Count sheep? Puh! Get to sheep # 24 and get distracted. Sleeping pills? People have scared me out of taking them. I will take them every now and then but... I don't want to get addicted!Anyways, maybe I'll go cook my family breakfast. |
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| Ahh |
[Apr. 30th, 2005|08:56 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | baseball game | ] |
And so I am babysitting. Once again. This is all that I can do for money. Yes, sad I know. But, my baby is asleep, so what do I do? Immediatly go to my journal. This family is interesting- more money than they know what to do with. I come over here to watch their baby, Evelyn. (I know, the name...) Yet, Her (the mom) brother-in-law is sitting here and watching baseball. Why couldn't he just watch her? Oh yes... any excuse to spend money. Though I am not complaining. I had to bounce her around, fed her, and then put her to bed. I will now spend the rest of my time on the computer or watching t.v., and I will end up making about 50 bucks. Not a bad deal huh? Still... I should be out partying with my friends or something, but no... I am again, stuck, sitting a babe. Ah well... that's life. |
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| I COMPLETELY FORGOT!!! |
[Mar. 27th, 2005|03:07 pm] |
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After all of the reflection on Easter, I totally forgot about the new DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES coming on! Yipee! So excited! |
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| Easter... |
[Mar. 27th, 2005|03:01 pm] |
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| |  moody | ] |
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| | A Tisket A Tasket...(a brown and yellow basket) | ] |
Today is the Sabbath. Today is Easter. Lots of chocolate. Lots of fake grass. Many egg hunts. Lots of food.
Well, I know, it is suppose to be peaceful, right? WRONG! At least in my case! My entire family is over at my house and I hardly have room to breath. Baby cousin crying, sister's bickering, Grandmother complaining! What happened to peace...happiness...a little sanity? Why do holidays have to be such a big deal? Right after church it was a little chilly here, so I went straight to the car and waited for my dad to give me a life. I waited...and waited...and waited, then, I remember-OF COURSE! Stupid family pics! Rushed out only to be reprimanded by my mother saying that I was late and held everyone up! By this time I was pissed because my mom told me that I wasn't allowed to wear the Lilly dress I bought because it was too revealing and that if I put a jean jacket over it, it wouldn't be dressy enough! Well, I come to church and Shelby has on a halter dress that is skimpier and Katie has on a jean jacket over hers! I get yelled at for studying Katie's new Friends DVDs and eating in church and my Sunday School teacher yells at me for daydreaming during the lesson. At what point can I tell my parents that I don't want to go to church? I mean, it's nice, but can I sleep in every now and then? Well, I will be off to college soon. And I can't wait! Well, I have efficiantly rambled on. I must go now...time to serve dessert. |
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[Mar. 25th, 2005|02:37 pm] |
I found out today. I knew when the first words came out of her mouth. I knew what she would say next. I was in shock, disbelief, disarray. I WAS IN DENIAL. I tried to be strong, I really did. It wasn’t until 5th period that I almost started crying. You will NEVER guess the horrible news I received today. Laura Cushman has my jacket. MY JACKET! The beautiful black and white tweed jacket that I fell in love with-on a rainy afternoon-in a claustrophobic Express dressing room. The one I try on every night in front of the mirror. The one I dram sketches of during Sunday School (shhh don’t tell mom.)
Oh, what to do what to do? What a dilemma I am in. Do I dare return my new fall fashion fling, or should I stand the risk of wearing it a day later than she does? Oh, think of the travesty if I were to wear mine after her jacket’s Homecoming debut! What will people say?
“Oh, Anna, that’s LAURA’S jacket!”
“No, It’s MINE! MINE I TELL YOU!”
But think what withdraw I shall suffer if I were to return it! I couldn’t bare seeing the smooth satin linning on her skin and not mine. Think, everyday! Her in her warm, winter, wool, and I in my plain, petty, “so last year”, pea coat! UGH! I cringe just thinking about it. What can I do? Hmmm….what CAN I do!? Maybe, during Homecoming, when she isn’t looking, I’ll sneak over to where she senselessly left the cunning coat. Then, I’ll snatch it right out from under her nose! Yea…..that’s the ticket! Then, I shall run around the back of the school where I have tediously planned out my every move. I’ll take the previously planted scissors and begin snipping away at the evil twin of my black-buttoned beauty. There I sall take the black and while fluff and burn it! Then throw the ashes in the sea! Then the imposter will be gone, and my jacket will reign SUPREME! MY JACKET! MY JACKET! MWAAHAHAHA! |
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| GIVE ME A BREAK! |
[Feb. 1st, 2005|02:27 pm] |
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| | cynical | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "Pale September": Fiona Apple | ] |
Have you ever watched the 6 o’clock news? What about the 5? Anyone ever seen the 7 o’clock? Or 11? How ‘bout the ? Does South Carolina have that much news to discuss? Or news that is so vital that there are 5, I repeat 5 news casts a day? GIVE ME A BREAK! The answer is no! The nation doesn’t even have that much “news” a day (notice the half hour it takes up). So if AMERICA doesn’t, how do you expect the “mid-lands” of SC to have that much to say that they go on for 2 ½ HOURS! Even if they have something to report, it is something like the God-awful story I watched the other night. The report was filmed right outside of a run-down, yellow-paint-cracking, un-even-porched house. A family sat on the rusted rockers telling their sad story. They went on and on about how they couldn’t believe anyone would break into their 92 yr. old grandfather’s house. They claimed the burglar slit his throat and got out with the old man’s life savings. (granted, from the looks of it, he probably didn’t earn that much, but look how long he lived!) Later, the next day, I flipped through the channels and found the same family, on the same rusty rockers, in front of the same peeling house. It turns out they caught the murderer of this innocent man. Who do you think it was? Would you care to venture a guess? IT WAS HIS GRANDSON FOR CRYIN’ OUT LOUD! I sat dumbfounded as the family defended this “thug”, saying that “…it wasn’t his fault…”, and “…he didn’t mean to do it.” Now, it may just be me, but either you “mean” to cut someone’s throat, or you don’t! Again, GIVE ME A BREAK! |
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| Seniors! |
[Jan. 25th, 2005|10:32 pm] |
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| | hopeful | ] |
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| | "Ironic" Alanis Morisette | ] |
“Seniors”,…hmm…what does that word really mean? Webster’s defines “senior” as “the older: or a father whose son has the same given names.”—O.k., wait, that can’t be it. How ‘bout this one—“An older person”, well, we are getting closer. Ah Ha! Here it is—“A student who is a member of the graduating class.” Now we’re talkin’! -----But wait, how is that special? Yea, yea, yea, we made it to graduation, but, puh, that’s what is expected of me!
O.k., well, what about “Senior” privileges? There is of course 1) Parking, 2) Walking in during Assemblies, 3) Oh wait, that’s it. What about the other “Seniors” that are supposed to have “privileges”? Like Senior Citizens? Well, they get handi-cap parking and senior discounts! HA! Isn’t that a joke? Cause we all know how much of a difference that 1% discount at Burger King is! It’s like saying “Hey, old person, if you buy 100 dollars worth of food, you can save a dollar! ONE WHOLE DOLLAR!” WhooHoo. Now, let’s look at the bright side of things. We do get to go to college and get away from our parents. That is probably my biggest achievement: surviving 17 years in that house! But hey, life moves on, you gotta do watcha gotta do, you gotta roll with the punches, you gotta go without looking back, you gotta live life like there’s no tomorrow. And although there aren’t any privileges to help us cope through all of it, this is just one stepping stone in life. And I plan to step on that stone with a little bit of pride, elegance, and humility. ‘Cause when you think about it, the joke is on us! They are kicking us out into the “real world” without so much as a taste of what it’s like. But that is for another time, another place, and another journal entry. |
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