+Fireside Chat+
=Monday, December 30, 2001 at 6:16 p.m.=
Wedged in between these unfamiliar couch cushions while a fire blazes in front of my knees has given me a time frame to think and reminisce. I suppose it's like those omens when an old priest of sorts looks into the flame to see the future. Only for me, I see the past, considering I don't have those supernatural skills andsuch. When I'm apart from people, I tend to think fondly of them more often then while they are within an arm's length. That arm's length can pretain to a family member, like my brother, who used to sleep in the room next to me before he moved out. It was comforting, always knowing he was there and quite often awake at the same insane hour I was. And I could always bang on the wall; I knew he would pound it back.

An arm's length can also represent the convinience of having friends whom I can confide in simply by dialing their phone number. Being that I am surrounded by my family here, it is indeed my friends whom I'm thinking of. There have been some great moments shared among us...all of us, just a few, or maybe only a pair, but each memory is just as strong. I tend to remember specific events more clearly.

I remember how during the summer and weekends if I went over to Maggie's house how we would just sit around doing practically nothing, but I think we both had fun. Particularly, there was one night (although this was a reoccuring practice) when we lied down in front of her house by the mailboxes. I can't remember if it was summer or not, but it was ungodly cold for the moment, so both of us had our hoods pulled up from our sweatshirts to pillow our ears from the coarse cement sidewalk. Although I think we were trying to wait up to see when Mr. Fernandez would arrive back home, among other people, we both fell asleep right there like beached seals.

Aside from that, I always come back to the time spent, again, at Maggie's house during the St. Patrick's Day. We had a nice little potluck picnic deal where a bunch of us ate junk food and blew bubbles and wrote with chalk on the sidewalk. Even Ryan acted like a kid again, mixing various liquids together to form the almighty "Flat Crap Soda." Jenny was there all decked out in green checkers on her face, wearing a funky little KoRn shirt that I got a kick out of. (Ah, I'm using hick language now!) The neighbors were supremely nice and offered a boom box, and didn't mind that we played our music slightly loud. Even Jason was there, who, at the time tended to avoid social events. Everyone was themselves and I think they all had a great time, too.

There are so many more memorable experiences shared amongst us. I'll be honest in that I don't believe that all these people who were once grouped together by that blue table at Ida Price will be together forever. I know for a fact we won't. There are people I have troubles staying near for any time period exceding five minutes. And we have all changed, and most of us know it, although some refuse to except it. I honestly welcome it with ease right now. I have faith those who are truly destined to be friends until the end will be. The other thing I have is all these memories. Those are the good times, and many more are to come, just maybe not with all of us together. I accept this change (although really there isn't much choice) I just wish others would do the same. We'll be together for as long as we can be, and that should honestly be good enough for anyone.

I love my friends. This isn't to be confused with some parting letter or whatnot.
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+Fat Elbow+
=Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 11:13 p.m.=
My brother says I have a fat elbow, but really how is that possible? Elbows, no matter how much extra flab is hanging off them tend to look just... ugly, but not fat. No one I have ever known has had "pretty" elbows, you know? Thin ones are boney...and big ones look avacados. Hmm, well maybe my imagery is messed up, but I can bet it's because this Lake Tahoe air has infected me. This place is odd to me. I would enjoy it a whole lot more if I wasn't with my family, namely ma 'n pa. I am forced to take hikes and wear embarrassing ugly cowboy style boots and go to restaurants where I am embarrassed by my dad. It's weird, this area... such a versatile mix of annoying tourists like me, with more annoying townfolk who all know eachother...because they work in that one Italian restaurant. I mean, I go to these places and some of these people bother me with theirs $100 Bebe brand shirts. I suppose this would be more fun with other people like friends and such so I could do things "Laura style." I have to always accomodate my parents at the moment, and that's just about the last thing I'd like to do on vacation. Wow, I'm being Uber-Ungrateful. Well, it must be due to my massive migrain and cold symptoms. Shitness I feel horrid...I need to get an optomistic outlook on vacation. [sigh] Just have to wait and see.
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=Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 07:07 p.m.=
The Day's events included the following:

-eating a sandwich at Togos's
-going to Maggie's humble abode
-walking around the Campbell vicinity
-spotting and stopping to talk with Jenny and Jared and Tanya
-seeing a guy who slightly resembled someone's deadbeat brother (hah)
-watching Moulin Rouge. And sniffling. (not cause I am sick, but since it's sad)
-coming home to find out my brother's friend Thad is sleeping over, which made me upset becuase I wasn't prepared and now I have to clean all this shit up for them...plus my privacy is invaded, god dammit.
-eating the remainder of my Christmas sweets from my mommy =)
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+Shake Your Grove Thang+
=Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 11:56 a.m.=
(Yes, it's grove not groove!)

I am Mr Do. I am sedentary by nature, enjoying passive entertainment, eating when the mood takes me, and playing with my food. I try to avoid conflict, but when I'm angered, I can be a devil - if you force me to fight, I will crush you. With apples. What Video Game Character Are You?

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+Spanish Prayer+
=Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 12:52 a.m.=
"Antibiotics and alcohol don't go together well."
Yes, well neither does vacation and sickness. It seems everyone has come down with some form of a virus or bacterium.
Maggie = X_X
MommaPapaBrother = X_X
Even me = X_o (I'm only half sick) Whata sucky moment for cold or flu.

As for Christmas, I had a handy dandy time with those whom I love most, and who have lately been neglecting me. Cheesy as it sounds, that was the best gift of all. (Although my mother of all people bought me "Egyptian Plum" hair dye. We'll have to see about that...) On the Eve, we all had a simple supper of ham sandwiches with my Grampa from Santa Nella. (Faternal; The one who's wife dad last year; Mexican) He has a standard Spanish prayer memorized (one of those "oral heirloom" type of things) that he recites each time we say grace. Here is a rough translation:

"Dear God, we would like to thank you for providing us with this wonderful food, love and warmth that surrounds us. You are gentle towards us with your guiding hand, and we appreciate your great kindess you have shown us, and we will do the same to others. During this holiday season, and always, we would like to pray for all the homeless in need of shelter and nourishment, for all those without their families, for those traveling that they may be safe, for those in sickness that they may be blessed with health, for all those struggling to overcome a heavy obstacle, may you aid them in their success. Amen."

There's some other pieces I'm missing, but I think the important part is praying for all the others while your sitting happily at a linen-clothed table with candles and fine dishes with the heater on. I think that all those prayers cover almost everyone, virtually. It's all about symbolisim if you don't fit the literal meaning. I mean, someone could be trying to quit drugs. That could be their "obstacle" which God will help that person succeed in, I hope. So, apply it to yourself, and know that I prayed for you.
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+BAHAHAHAHA! (Just Kidding)+
=Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 08:14 p.m.=

You know all and see all, but that doesn't prevent you from having a child-like innocence and a playful sense of humor. You obviously think very highly of yourself, but that's okay, everyone does. Told ya God was a woman!! Take The "Which Kevin Smith Female Are You?" Quiz!!

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+Love Triangle Deja Vu+
=Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 11:15 a.m.=
Maggie's got that lovin' feelin'. Well shit. Me, too. And the sad thing is... it's the same guy. What's with that? The relationships are strongly fortified by previous friendships. No one understood that, I'm sure. See, Maggie and I have a real unbreakable friendship at the moment. (Okay, so if she like... murdered my family I would hate her) And the boy, or "victim" in this case, is someone we both met at school this year. I think that generally we have the same relationship with him. I mean, almost everytime we see him we are together.

But it's weird for both of us to persue the same person. I suppose it is logical, seeing as though we think the same on many levels... it just reminds me of the tragedy that is Dan. Oh god... horrible, horrible prophecies.

In short, again, Maggie and I were both enamored with him starting in I think sixth grade. Well, he was always after other girls, and I was jealous that Maggie got more attention and shit. But I was the one who danced with him about 4 times. Then there was "The Book" situation. I'll tell you about it in my next entry. And that book was basically a degrading (although yes, laughable) collection of suggestive photos, words, and nasty perfume. Well, by the end of middle school, I'm pretty sure we both gave up on that bastard. Eh-heh. Well, there's more to it than that; but think of those three years we wasted on him. Yech. Now he's just weird. Good and bad. Holy and devilish.

Well, now that I've filled you in, let me go on. My fear is that this new situation will turn out the same. This endless cycle will never subside, it appears. But hey, let's break the cycle. (Staind comes to mind. For numerous reasons)
...=/
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+*Ahem*+
=Saturday, December 22, 2001 at 01:38 p.m.=
Don't stalk my friend, **d*. *a**** is not is love with you.
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+O.o Frisky, eh?+
=Friday, December 21, 2001 at 05:07 p.m.=

Take the "What kind of Squirrel am I Test!"
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+Anti-Gravity (Incubus)+
=Friday, December 21, 2001 at 05:04 p.m.=
I'm home alone tonight Full moon illuminates my room, and sends my mind alight I think I was dreaming up some thoughts that were seemingly possible...with you So I call you on the tin can phone We rendezvous at a quater-two, and make sure we're alone I may have found a way for you and I to finally fly free
When we get there, we're gonna go far away
Making sure to laugh; while we experience anit-gravity
For years, I kept to myself
Now potentialities are bound, and sleeping under my shelf
Simply choose your destination from the diamond canopy, and we'll be there
So I call you on the tin can phone
We rendezvous at a quater-two, and make sure we're alone
I may have found the way for you and I to finally be free

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+Preppy Bowling!+
=Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 11:32 p.m.=
Hey there kiddies! Today, I am going to teach you a mighty fun game called PREPPY BOWLING!!! Here are the directions:

1)Scan your surroundings for a group of preppy kids. Girls are more fun because they scream, so you may prefer them.

2)Obtain hat and punch those screwable spikes through. This step is optional but it is much more entertaning this way.

3)From a distance, run straight into the crowd, knocking over the "pins" as you go. You are allowed to weave around if you want.

4)The point system is as follows:
Boy- 5
Blonde Girl- 4
Other Hair Colored Girl- 3
Girl With Fake Nails- 5
Girl wearing ugly chunky platform shoes- 5

And if they chase after you in anger, you automatically win the game. Hey son, you've mastered preppy bowling. Congrats on your dignified triumph.
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+Online-ness+
=Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 08:19 p.m.=
I know convos in journals are sometimes annoying, but look at this:

Maggie: alright major collies
Maggie: oops!!
Maggie: collies are dogs
Maggie: collins are hyphens..
Maggie: I mean..... hot men....
Maggie: hee hee
Maggie: what I meant to say was: coolies
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+Suenos Compassiante+
=Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 07:01 p.m.=
I made up that title. I don't know how to say "compassionate" in Spanish, but I do know that "suenos" means dreams. Last night, something strange happened. Extrano. I had a dream of a boy I know, and we were walking along opposite sides of the fence. It was one of those metal ones that have diamonds in them due to the way they were woven. This fince, it just went on forever, with both of us walking on either side, due South. And somehow, I'm not sure exactly why, the sun was rising as we were getting there. With each step, the day grew brighter, until finally it was complete daylight, and we could see the never-ending trek we were on. Well, we both looked back to see the same sight of an eternal passageway, then to eachother with the sun's rays beating against us both. Back when we were in the dark of night, the weather had been freezing, but as we journeyed, it had gotten increasingly hotter. I suppose we were both about to faint, at that point. Well, we both looked up to see that the fence extended forever, then back down to eachother in dismay. It was weird, because everything I did, he did the same. Like it was a mirror. So we both walked up to the fence and put our faces as close to eachother as possible, and we kissed for a short moment. The thing was, I could seriosuly feel it. I could feel the heat off his mouth penetrate mine, and how moist his tongue felt for that short second. It was the only thing in that dream that I could physically feel, and even afterwards the memory is distinct. I am sitting here, it's been over 16 hours since, and my memory has not faltered.

The thing is, and I'll be honest here, I've never kissed anyone like that. So I don't even know if that's the correct feeling or anything. All I kow is I want to be kissed like that. It felt so amazing and sensual. Where I even came up with that feeling I don't even know. I want it so bad though. I can easily live without it, yes, but wouldn't it be wonderful to experience it whenever I damn well please, and... not in dreams?

Oh, speaking of which after the lip-lock we both stood there with our hands clutching the metal fence, kind of looking past eachother with forlorn faces. I suppose this means I will never be able to get to him, what with this endless fence and all. But that's okay, I kind of knew that before.
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+I'm not Bitter in the Least+
=Sunday, December 16, 2001 at 12:31 p.m.=
Ahh, I think the dance yesterday gave me a fresh outlook. Anyway, I apologize to Maggie still, along with the others who got dragged along for the ride, because I know I was being bitchy, and even my previous post wasn't very apologetic. In short, the dance was okay, but bowling was more fun. Why is it that rap songs all tend to sound the same for Christ sakes? While that happened, we all played cards at a table. Of course, I'm really bad at that, and BS isn't exactly my strong suit. But I had fun, and everyone was nice to me even though I must've been so fucking annoying with my clothing issues. Although...everyone was like that too, only... not as much. =D Anyway, I was suprised at how well it all turned out, considering people didn't communicate that well with eachother. Other than that, my homework is actually coming along quite well. Most of it is projects, but I've done rough drafts, and all I need to do is refurbish them. And, Christmas is coming, and the combonation of pine-scent, and lights, and the music (and yes, presents) makes me really excited. Well, that is life. Enjoy it while it lasts.
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+^_^+
=Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 05:54 p.m.=
Imma get you pissed off before I apologize.=D

Like I said, people will never see the mean-ness that goes on behind closed doors, so, hey, I don't blame ya. And you know, I should state this has nothing to do with corsages or Annie, just to clear that up, but lots of other stuff. Thirdly, this is one of those items I was pissed off about when I wrote but I don't mind anymore. Uhm, about people using you, well, it's like this, you're an ornament to them to decorate their personality so they can say they know you. Of course they won't ask, "Maggie, will you talk to me just so I can reference you as my friend?" And hey, of course you can't see it. I mean, it's you. Anything first hand that anyone experiences, well, it's hard to see the bad things. You call yourself pessimistic. (But you're not! :P) Just thought I'd drop those um, things. (bad word choice, I know)

No hard feelings toward you or anyone at all. I was in a horridly bitter state with no one to take it out on, so I chose the nearest suspect. I do believe that there are things you may not see, but difference of opinion is good. If you agreed with every piece of shit I said, I would honestly need to run away from you. As far as you liking everyone, well, I know there are people you bitch about just as much as me. =D And it's funny because I dislike people you think are great, and you dislike people I think are okay. Eg: Rachel Townsend is just peachy.

Anyway, we're blood sisters so of course we're going to have little discrepancies, but all is well. I didn't mean to sound harsh. Oh wait, yes I did, at the moment. But not anymore. If I was a cheater I would delete those entries in hopes no one would see them, but I won't because that would be, well, cheating. So, I apologize if I make/made you pissed off and shit, but that's what we do, now, isn't it? Hehe, I love you too you little smucker. So does Mikey. *wink wink*

P.S. I am not jealous of your ability to make friends with anything having a human body. I would hate knowing icky-icks like Big Hair Little Body. I couldn't stand that. Never. I'll, uh, leave that commission to you.
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+Re-write+
=Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 10:34 a.m.=
Let me elaborate on the Moon Zoom thing. Okay, I know it's a store and everyone is allowed to go there. I personally felt it was a share thing to be shared amongst special people. Jody shared it with me. I shared it with you and Jessie. Fay is not a special person. That is my opinion, and I wished she didn't know about it. There will never be a day without, "And I bought this at Moon Zoom this really cool exclusive vintage store." Yup, anything to make her sound cooler. It's not like she doesn't already steal fashion from you and the other kids at school. Oh, how the Converse Revolution strikes. And I know (what I was saying before) that you have duct tape on your backpack, and wahtever. And oooh, look what Fay made, a duct tape piece of shit. Okay, not really, but again, I am bitter as coffee beans right about now. Maggie shall argue strongly against me, but I do believe I was the first to ignite the engine on the duct tape making bandwagon. I've had my closet full of duct tape outfits and accesories. And even though I said I was going to wear a duct tape dress and Jessie got their first and asked me to help her, I did. Although not very well. Of course all the credit must always go back to you. Not from me of course, from Fay. "The only reason I made it was because Maggie had tape on her backpack, so I figured it'd be a rocker thing to do."


Anyway, I know I sound like a jealous ex-girlfriend but who gives a fuck? I'm allowed to feel that way, even though I don't. I just hate major suckity uppers who do it for lae-o reasons. Ugh, and I have to see these people at the dance tonight? Oh well, everyone is always permanently masquerading anyway. Nothing unusual.
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+Mucho Gusto. Adios.+
=Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 09:56 a.m.=
You know, this may seem vain and self-centered of me, but lately people are really beginning to piss me off. Most everyone pisses me off except, say, Maggie usually. Last night at the mall I was in extremely bad spirits as she may have guessed. But it wasn't because we spent almost three hours in a concrete floored juniors deparment of Macy's, I was just all fuck yesterday. Sitting on that gray spotted pleather couch with those psychadelic techno videos really got me thinking. Well, it is said by most that Maggie and I are a pair. Not even a pair; a one. We are half of eachother. Two peas in a pod. A person in each pant leg. Get the gist? Well, I have no problem with that; it's all in good fun to me, and hey, it does have a ring of truth to it. But what troubles me is that I am always compared to her. By certian people I just want to sock in the face. Let's call this girl Fay, okay? Well, personally, and I am probably wrong, but see, a lot of people seem to be sort of jealous of this jointed at the hip relationship Maggie and I have, and I think she is one of them. When I am alone with her, she makes these remarks like, "Well, you and Maggie may hang out together, Laura, but you're never gonna be as smart and cool as her! So don't even try." And even specifically, "You know, why are you such a dork? You don't even deserve to hang out with Maggie."

Well, I just kind of blow it off at the moment becuase I know if I do anything about it, it will come back to me in the form of people asking why the hell I was rude to her because no one seems to believe she has an evil fiber in her being. Well, fuck you. You obviously don't even know her.

As a sidenote, this person always rips off people's style. Fuck. Duct Tape was my thing. Before You, before Maggie. Got it? I'm the one with the dect tape dress and the duct tape shoes, and the purse. You may have a wallet, but that does *not* change anything.

I know the one person who honestly sees exactly opposite what I do will be Maggie, but with reason. Let me address you directly: I don't think you realize it, or if you do, you like it, but everyone totally kisses your ass. It's disgusting to watch, honestly. If people want to be grouped with you for smarts, help on homework, or some twisted form of popularity and admiration I don't know, but because you're versatile everyone sees something they can use in you, and they do. They definately do. Fay does. All the time. Bringing up shit like "Oh yeah, Billy, I am SO Maggie's friend. You know her too? Well, I'm about as cool as her, only *more*." Why is no one around when she says that? Except for me? And no one believes me either. And it's not like I could confront her, because obviously she'll deny it and speak with that I'm-about-to-cry-someone-is-being-mean-to-me look. And that is why I could never speak this around people. Becuase in real life, everyone would kill me for saying that this Virgin of a Girl has actually participated in some risky business. (Um, this is really mean, and it may be because I am pissed off, but I will be truthful... when you told me you took her to Moon Zoom, I was hella pissed because in my head I was thinking she doesn't deserve to go there, and how maybe I never should've shown you that store because I now she knows and she shouldn't. I'll take that back right now, becasue it's nice you know of it, but I'm still bitter towards her.)I can't believe I call these people friends. And some of them, well Maggie, I can't believe you call them friends either. If you want to call them something, call them suck-ups.

Maggie, I am not pissed at you in the least, except for the fact that I wish you would see how you are taken advantage of. There's no way I can show you, really. And if you get mad because I am dissing your friends who are supposedly my friends too, well, so be it. Because I am honest as hell with you. Period.


It's everyone else I lie to. And vice versa.
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+Big Hair Little Body+
=Monday, December 10, 2001 at 10:36 p.m.=
After the whole Not So Silent Night deal that everyone in a 10 mile radius seems to have gone to, I have once again come to the conclusion that people are such FUCKING IDIOTS! Even little Miss Snot Faced Brat with chunky mascara and hair weighing half her body weight was able to go. Little Miss I'm-the-cheerleader-they-throw-since-I'm-a-twig or, also known as Little-4.0-Kid-who's-mother-goes-to-all-the-football-games. But no, I am not blind to be biased strictly on those terms. This is one of those people who puts dots on the ends of all her letters, or does that ugly double outlining thing. And once when I comment on how "3rd" happens to look like "Bra" she just has to freak out and (mother fucking) have a fit. All she had to do was make it legible. Sheesh. But no, that wasn't enough. Big Hair Little Body has to be the best in the class. And when the English teacher commends a job well done to anyone else, in she steps to intercept the glory. Well, you may not see why I despise this horse of a human, but if you knew her you may understand better I suppose.

The point is, when I walk in to History I do *not* want to see her of all people wearing an AFI shirt. But of course it happens, and of course I walk out and enter again to see if perhaps my eyes fooled me. But no, I wasn't deceived, so I just smacked my head in disgust and sit in my cold hard chair near people who don't care about me and think about it. Yes, I am lame. Yes, I have nothing better to do. Of course, this gives me plenty of time to become quite upset about it, and by the time we are together in groups I have a billion things to say about it. Poor, poor Mandy had to listen to all that bullshit as I nearly bit her ear off, I'm sure.

Branham is weird to me. I mean, last year at Del Mar shed some light on things, and at this school, it's completely different. Bad different, in general. High schools may have their cliques, yes, but not Branham. Here, people glow at the fact that they can make more friends with this new idea, thus boosting their popularity level even more. This is not a realistic environment. People do not even mix like this. Everyone only likes it because it makes him or her seem cooler and well rounded. I mean, looking at my school makes me sick. Everyone upon everyone is a poseur. Even our "totally against the grain" punks have their place at one of the colonized lunch tables. Oh yeah, they're different all right. And the preppy kids are all fucked up, too. No one fits well into the category they're aiming for. It's disturbing, frankly. You know all the good points about NOT having cliques, and so do I. I fully agree with them. But we need not overlook the problems this causes for the high school student.

Seem these kids are going to get out of high school thinking everyone is their friend no matter what. They've made peace with popular kids and punks and geeks altogether. Well, when that kid gets to his job and is ridiculed by the top dog at the company, he's gonna cry his ass of for not knowing how to stand up for himself. That same thing is going to happen when Josh actually goes to the ghetto and tries to hang with his "homies." And, hey, the most common example is all the little teenyboppin' girls who show up at "hardcore" concerts and are beaten to a creamy pulp because of their lame attempt to be "in the loop." Oh, but it's pretty pulp because of the nice little glitter gel and all.

Well, I know this has been quite the prejudiced entry, quite against my inner morals. (everyone thinks I'm racist, but I'm not you fools) But let me tell you, this is perfectly fine for me to let off some steam, be a little jaded by worthless contempt. That's what life is always about... the ever-changing opinion.

>>>A little metaphor for you:
Life is a dick, when it gets hard, fuck it.
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+Let Us All Raise An Eyebrow in Disbelief+
=Thursday, December 6, 2001 at 09:11 p.m.=
Okay kids, today is a fun day! Er, uh, the point is, today is referral overview day. Not officialy, just in my head. Now all the search querys are unchnaged except the Keeping Ellis one becuase there was a bunch of "-site:ezboard.com" shit after it that I didn't feel like including. Of course I like getting hits, but some of these are just plain weird. But that's what you get with journals. Just a bunch of words scanned through that pull up search results simply becuase they may once mention something like "fuck", "bunnies", and "roughly" all in seperate instances causing the ironic perverted web surfers to channel to the site quite by accident. Well, sorry about those ramblings. Anyways, I am not blind to the fact that me mentioning these referrals will only strengthen my position in the results if they are indeed clicked on... but oh well, i bask in the glow of retard refferals. So, here they are most recent to oldest:

clothesshopping.com

strain pictures

birthday quotations (twice)

alicia keys almost naked

how did eye strain come about

laura monkey

incubus show me your tits

flashing birthday

keeping ellis

perverted old men

nevada cheat math college test

over knee socks leg warmers

girl flashing butt (twice)

naked 15 year old girls flashing

sweatsuits

That's the end of the story for now.
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+Spiritual Graciousness+
=Wednesday, December 5, 2001 at 09:36 p.m.=
Well, I went to the Bible Study at Jenny's house tonight, and I was impressed. Well, actually, it's the first time I've ever been physically inside her house, so that added to the excitement. Anyway, It was nice to see the adults there not treating us like kids although we may act like it sometimes. It was comforting, generally. I thought that lady who was sitting next to Danicka was funny. (I was laughing on the inside) The only thing I felt really bad about was that throughout the gathering I was thinking impure thoughts. I mean, I know it isn't right to hack e-mail accounts or spy or "stalk" or look into Mr. Fernandez's car, but I couldn't help it. I guess that me thinking of those things caused me to ask forgivness from God. Perhaphs he will cleanse me of my sins if I turn around and remember not to curse at everyone I meet. Ahh, dearness, why does life have so many versatile emotions throughout? But then if there weren't any feelings, everyone would be like cold rocks out in the sun to thaw. Don't ask me why rocks need to be thawed, they just do. Anyway, it would be like that one music video (I... forget) where those claymation robots see in black and white and the one robot figures out how to make color glasses by putting his "tummy jelly" in the lenses. In the end, he has run out of the jelly and is now sad and depressed. So I suppose that's how life would be if there was no emotion, eh?
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+I am Overpowered only because I Need A Car+
=Tuesday, December 4, 2001 at 12:05 a.m.=
Arriving at: 1001 Truxtun Ave, Bakersfield, CA 93301-4714

Distance: 243.2 miles

Approximate Travel Time: 5 hours 18 mins

I guess there's no way for me to get to that Incubus + Hoobastank + Vent concert on January 3rd! But wow, what a line-up, eh? Aww, it's alright though, I'll be in Tahoe on vacation. You don't suppose their plans will change to Lake Tahoe do you? Haha, yeah right. Well, at least I gave it a chance. But, hey, what about you Maggie? Aren't you going to be in the L.A. area around that time?
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+Oh well+
=Monday, December 3, 2001 at 07:44 p.m.=
Talking on the phone with Maggie about awaiting Mr. Fernandez's arrival home tomorrow. On Saturday before her birthday bash, I was over at her house assisting in preparations. Well, at one point we ventured over to Fern Dog's garage to see if he was home. Lo and behold his car was there, so over we went to observe his vehicle's contents. Just as we were getting a good look at the cds in his car, there was a noise like the "door joints", causing us to flee. A few seconds later (maybe 45) his car emerged from the driveway. Of course, we never thought he saw us, really. But today at school Maggie told me that he said, "What were you doing snooping around the other day? I saw you and Laura in my garage. You are very bad girls!" Well, that's the gist of it. Aww man, and I thought we escaped triumphantly, too!!