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i wish i could say "ages since i nicked it." but alas im really putting it away this time.
to help... at the end of april you can find me back home in tampa, fl. thats right.
ill be my mom's roomie, and saving money. then when all is good, ill be shipping off to gainsville to go to school and live on campus. Go gators! i guess.
the plan to move to LA was more than i thought over. and acually im not quite ready financially for a move like that.
so im going home.
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Jan. 11th, 2005 @ 07:44 pm
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fours times and seven hits. I'm develping slight speech problems. nothing too noticable. Ive taken note that there may be some damage to the infrastructure on which nuerotransmitters travel from my thoughts to my transferring them into words section or something. i studder sometimes. Its not as bad as it once was. nonetheless... i'm done. plus it makes me feel so gross. |
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ok i look bad in every single one of these. i was utterly fucked up. and the lighting was bad. but nonetheless... fuck i had such a good time.
 "Happy Birthday Lisa NV Angel"
yeah thats me with a goth regular, my gothies love me.
this is me and my amazing boss who surprised me with that kickass cake and b-day gifts. i love my job.
I was so fucking happy.
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So I'm just a little woozy today, but i think I can go outside to class and such. I had a flu similar to all this before, so i think ill just say i had a weird feverless flu.
any how i didnt even get to comment on my birthday party sunday night.
it was fantasticly wonderfull.
Speacial thanks to : Chip, Scott Nelson, John, Crowe, Andy, Mallory, Matt, and Jesse.
oh right, and silver fishy for singing to me.
ok so in a world where drugs dont exist, i was disapointed at the turnout. However i set myself up for that one because it was on a sunday.
but in reality certainly tweaked, it fucking rocked.
I love my Job. I love my bosses, and i love those who just work with me.
but most of all I love my friends who showed up. this includes katie with exception of her hurt ankle. i hope all of that is ok.
anyone want to go to clarksville with me tonight?Hooray! I'm:  groggy what's that sound?: beautiful mess |
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maybe its all the drugs I did over my birthday weekend, or maybe im just dying. either is convincing. The night before last I had nightmares all night and awoke feeling drugged. later I went home and slept for more and continued having nightmares and once again awoke feeling drugged. I skipped both classes because i felt too dizy to even shower. then just went back to sleep with my small developing cough. once again the nightmares presisted and i awoke still feeling like i was on some potent cold medicine. then i made it to my bed and slept for the night, so minus like my 30 minute breaks ive been in bed now for about 24 hours... sleeping. I have a psych final today and a paper due that i havent even started in english and im still all druggy. I am about to freak the hell out. i think im just going to clean up as best as my dizzy self will allow and try to drive to class and explain to my professor my condition and beg for a later date that i can take the final.
god i hope it works. pray for me.
Dec. 8th, 2004 @ 09:07 am
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TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY!!!
love me.
Dec. 3rd, 2004 @ 09:19 am
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i amnot interesting, so if youre reading this... stop.
I stayed with Jimmy-ex-fragel sunday night. That was a treat. This drunk DJ from LA came to visit along with his brother, who is sane. From behind a closed door, I heard a soundtrack of fightclub unfolding throughout a vodka laced reality. The drunken maniac decides he's Tyler Durden and swings girlishly at Mr. ex-fragel himself following his smack-down with Andrew. Ding Ding! The reff reff cousin jumps up with Andrew to hold down maniac boy after Ex- Fragel knocks his head a few good ones against the wall. I was trying to hold back my snickers for fear of Tyler mistaking me for some Marla Singer in Rufus' bed. As the song ended with a phone call to mr. durdens parents, I began to doze off with a smile of pre-snoozal entertainment. I told Jimmy I couldnt sleep with music.
I just Half ass-ed a history project i severely put off. but itsdone. better than it being undone.
I did play Donkey Kong Country on a super nintendo at Jimmy's with his spitefull commentary on the less than realistic.
Good times. I enjoyed them.
anyhow. im going to shower all the hotwing and Jem show grit off from yesterday. I love Matt. He's so fucking hospitable.
i have a new voicemail, If i dont like you, you'll hear it.
Nov. 30th, 2004 @ 01:05 pm
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What is a panesexual?
Im at the comp lab at school.
Drew is super nice.
Leon and chip are expecting my presence tonight.
I do dumb things.
I make bad desicions.
I slept for nearly 15 hours last night... i think.
I'm going to spend an extravegant amount of money to get extensions put in my hair for my birthday present to myself.(not long ones though, I dont want it to be too obvious.)
I feel like im on drugs today... but im not.
I like it when I'm with Drew, even at Las Palmas.
I am the worlds biggest procrasinator...
if anyone has any advice on how to break this horrid habbit, please please let me know.
I'm dying, like evryone else.
Alex hates me, its my fault.
I lied to mallory about why Alex hates me, I shouldnt have. i wouldnt have lied to Alex, so it doesnt matter.
I like Mallory-- shes shitty. Im getting more and more shitty.
I have to go to class.
its about that time.
where to go from here?
Nov. 24th, 2004 @ 02:22 pm
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MY BIRTHDAY IS DECEMBER 3RD!
ALL who love me should at least call me. 615.474.8544
for all the other partiers for whatever cause, I will be holding two events of fun fun fun.
on Friday dec. 3 there will be a house party event taking place somewhere... its expected to be small-ish for i dont want tons of flooding guest arriving that I dont know. the place yet isnt decided, however I will be completely out of my mind retardedly fucked up. if you'd like to provide a house for this event for my birthday present.. Id love you more than cotton candy.
on Sun. dec.5 there will be a party upstairs at NV bar and nightclub on 2nd ave in nashville for chip and I whose birthdays are so close together. NV's resident dj daddybob, dj Jona, and of course dj chip will be there playing breaks, dance, and house. im pretty sure. anyone who wants to go and not pay cover let me know so i can add your name to the party list.
those who dont call or even show up to either event should make or buy me an extavegant gift to make up for my broken heart. or just send me a hug.
thank you.
Nov. 23rd, 2004 @ 12:18 pm
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i have to pee.
Nov. 19th, 2004 @ 02:20 pm
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I finaly realized that the whole period of mourning over my "loss of creativity" was just me becomming less pretencious. As usual-- time unwisely spent grieving.
Otherwise. I failed my first test ever in college the otherday. In Psych. I hadnt read (which I never do) didnt study which i at least always try to do. forgot the test was the day it was. and I got incredibly smashed in by bacardi 151 the night before, so one could imaginge just how I felt the next day remebering i had a test and no time to study. I made a 66.
I just took a history test yesterday... the one thats supposed to be the Killer. I feel amazingly confident that i got an a or a b. With much thanks to a lovely gentleman who helped me study.
Oh and right... I retract the "penis is frightening" statement. Sometimes being in the environment that im in 24/7 I forget that every once in a while I hit a glitch in the male creation process and find eloquence equppied with a penis. Im sort of relieved.
I bought an ouija board last night. My brother and i went to a cemetary to try and conact his best friend who died when they were young. it didnt work. instead we got a "goodbye" from the board and seconds later a patrol car came abound and a nice policeman checked out what was happening. So we left-- it was really cold.
i really should be going to get that payout from work... adios
Nov. 17th, 2004 @ 12:18 pm
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Now correct me if I'm wrong here, but didn't Babar, the sophistacated young animated elephant, have a younger sister named Sinclaire? well i sure hope so because the new car that I got resembles a baby elephant. Its name is now Sinclaire. and I love it. I nammed it during the test drive.
im swinging back into girl game for a while guys. penis is begining to frighten me. now i just need a pretty girl to take out on neat dates. I havent been out on an interesting date with a boy in forever. Some one i can paint pictures for, and who will love them. and sleep in with me on modays, and take hikes with.
sigh.
Nov. 8th, 2004 @ 01:03 pm
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and with that..."shes only lonely now (say why)".
yes we emailed. he first to appologize for a polite lie that excused himself from a prearanged concert companionship. then I to admit I am still In love with him and feeling very "you don't have to worry, cause i will never fall in love again." allthough with a counteraction of a realization of that being a silly notion. i apreciate our lasting ability to communicate. he replied humble.
before all this, well before my response--tonight I went out and spent a rather large sum of money on makeup and hair products. I died my hair tonight a dark brown, like all boxes o' colour shift extrordinaire the volume was too high and its a bit too dark, however also alike an 8 dollar bathroom salon visit, the color will fade to lighter one in a few days to a week. I also did laundry tonight, something well overdue for doing, and so tomorow the hope is to be pretty, clean, and less cold symptomish. less sick because for once i stayed in and rested oh and consumed zero drugs or alcohol. (this would also explain the double entry of today.)
i still need a hair trim.
the fruitloops/tv thing turned out the best especially after my english class got cancelled... then it became a hairdye/icecream/sex in the city thing...even better.
im begining to think my illness has me delusional, i keep thinking im seeing things out of the corner of my eye. its sort of errie
i may be painting more.
Oct. 20th, 2004 @ 11:45 pm
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I have a cold. so I bought a new coat to wear at work to keep from getting sick, its going to be a shitty winter.
I had a dream last night that It was snowing and there was a thick collection gathering on the lawn. apparently the dad wanted me to mow the covered lawn and the only coat i had was my new one. I didnt want to wear it out but when i decided to with a drudge I woke up.
mom says: new coat represents new boy. afraid to wear new coat like afraid to get involved with new boy. Its new and pretty and fun to admire, however I dont want to take it out and get it dirty, I'm afraid to fuck things up.
survey says: "ding ding" she's right.
car update:
xxBizarro Jimxx: so how did you total your car?
pinkflavordaudio: oh yeah I told already silly
xxBizarro Jimxx: you didn't tell me how
pinkflavordaudio: it was parked in a parking garage when i was at work and a drunk lady that was parked next to pulled out and hit the car behind me then tried to speed off, and turned way too wide and smashed into my car with her ford explorer
pinkflavordaudio: i came around just after the fact
xxBizarro Jimxx: damn
pinkflavordaudio: and luckilly a cop was nearby and saw everything
xxBizarro Jimxx: did she get away?
xxBizarro Jimxx: oh nice
pinkflavordaudio: so now i am driving a rental car provided by her insurance untill they finish assesing mine
xxBizarro Jimxx: cool
i think fruit loops and will and grace sounds comforting today.
I made the highest score of the class on my psych test. yay me!
now im just waiting on test results from my u.s. history test and maybe today ill know what i made on my english midterm.
Oct. 20th, 2004 @ 04:34 pm
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this past weekend my car was smashed into by a drunk lady. a boy broke his ankle. and i cried. last night i met a cute boy _____ i am seeing tonight. (who/whom)
he sort of resembles a cherub pixie.
today i beleive i decided to stop being just a "good friend" with the boy whose ankle broke. I beleive now we arent anything at all. I aslo skipped math class today, i was feeling unfit for the occasion.
I hope the paper i did for my english midterm turned out ok. Im not too worried considering I've made nothing lower than an A in there all semester.
kt is on her way, i think after she leaves im going to take a power nap before spiffing up a bit.
Oct. 14th, 2004 @ 09:49 pm
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i got my first bruise and elbow scrape yesterday since i started skating again. my brother ate the last of the toaster struddles that which brought me out of bed today, so i awoke with an extinguished hunger. sigh. that Team America movie looks pretty damn funny. Something about crime fighting string puppets... ill save it for a date. i guess ill just have cherios.
Oct. 6th, 2004 @ 12:05 pm
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im moving back to virginia beach next year after I finish at Motlow. next year in between semesters ill be going with pipany to look at appartments, look for a job, and to check out universities to finish my undergrad degree. you have been warned.
Oct. 4th, 2004 @ 04:30 pm
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im going to pick up skating again. I got a new board today, its decent. I needed a new outlet, so this should be theraputic.
Sep. 30th, 2004 @ 08:48 am
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Split patterns of ivory ore and
ruptured is the iron door.
Comfort fell crimson, breathing--
Muscle pressured, cease secreting.
Calcium assits: thin, sturdy
trickles amist bones made dirty.
Dusted crease avidly sought--
A startled taste of rusted plot.
what do you think?
Sep. 23rd, 2004 @ 05:57 pm
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