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[Nov. 26th, 2006|03:37 am] |
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I sat here for the longest time trying to remember how to spell 'journal'. I couldn't recall for a space in time longer that 9 minutes-strange. I was actually going to give up checking and updating because of that. Hahaha-laugh with me.
:D
Hmm. Well.
I'm in Houston right now. We came mainly because my dad couldn't stand the sight of my afro for much longer. People here know how to work with my type of hair apparently. Now I have cornrows and I look like a douchebag. Or more accurately: 'shet'. Haha. I get to take them out in 42 days. The countdown starts now.
I watched the video Erin put up about the free hugs
and now I feel all warm inside-like I could walk outside right now and stand there with the sign I thought about making. But. I can't because there are most likely gang members out there. Serious ones. It doesn't help that it's 3:35 am either. Maybe drug sales are booming at this hour. No one would even walk by me and if they did, well, I wouldn't still be standing there but rather, moving in the opposite direction. Very, very quickly.
I don't think I'll be talking about the spat my parents are having any longer. It gets worse, it gets better, it hasn't ended-and it's repetitive. I've been alright-there's no need.
Next time I log in, I want to read that everyone
on my friends page is doing well. Exceptionally.
This computer is in dire need of a pop-up blocker.
Or 7. |
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[Nov. 12th, 2006|09:43 am] |
Oh man. How long has it been?
I reckon, forever and a weekend.
Well.
I actually don't have anything
on my mind to say right now.
Haha, I'm boring and lazy, but I've been alright.
Maybe I'll update later.
And fib a little to make it exciting and everything.
Hahaha.
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| I happen to be back. |
[Oct. 27th, 2006|04:15 am] |
My mom moved out.
My dad lost one of his jobs.
I'm alright though for the moment.
I'll take something with me out of all this. |
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[Oct. 17th, 2006|01:42 am] |
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My mom is moving all her things out of the house. |
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| Hell. |
[Oct. 13th, 2006|10:17 am] |
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Now someone I really care for hates me.
I don't think I can take much more of this. |
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[Oct. 10th, 2006|05:46 am] |
My mom called the cops on my dad today.
I found out right after school about 30 minutes ago.
I don't even know how I feel about this yet.
I don't know where things will be going from here.
I think I want out of my own house. |
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[Oct. 2nd, 2006|12:02 am] |
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I'm not really sure why I still have this. |
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[Sep. 21st, 2006|05:56 am] |
I love people.
I hate dail-up.
Just to put things plainly.
I found out the other day that "Buffalo, buffalo, buffalo..."
a certain number of times in a row actually makes a complete sentence.
I found this fascinating, but not quite enough for me to
look into.
:D |
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[Sep. 11th, 2006|12:55 am] |
I feel really stupid.
I'm tearing up, which is highly unusual.
It's practically one in the morning.
I find myself wanting to do something nice for someone.
Right now, right now.
I don't care who it is.
What do you want done?
Anything I can manage.
I think I'm looking to compensate. |
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[Sep. 8th, 2006|06:00 am] |
Dom.
Happy birthday.
Go out and have a superb time.
I love how everyone seems to know what they want and what they're talking about.
I really do.
I really, really do. |
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[Aug. 10th, 2006|12:36 am] |
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Hmmm.
I really don't have anything extremely important to say.
At the moment.
Except.
I'm glad the following exists.
It's good for mindless fun.
And I happen to own at it. |
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| My hand! |
[Jul. 11th, 2006|09:47 am] |
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I busted my hand on my sister's kneecap.
I can hardly move it now.
I hope I didn't break it.
Because I've never broken a bone before.
Or had a papercut.
I'm missing out I'm sure.
Haha.
On a side note, my house has no doorbell.
You have to yell up to the second story windows if you want to be let in.
Bahahaha.
It took so long to write this. |
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| Maybe today. |
[Jul. 8th, 2006|12:13 pm] |
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The 'frustrated' icon doesn't do my current mood any justice.
I'll start with my dad.
He's never here.
When he is, all he ever does is sleep.
He complains that we never ask how he's doing.
He doesn't do likewise.
He hardly knows me.
I'm serious.
Today, he had spare time.
He decided to teach me how clean. Our kitchen stove in particular.
Trust me, I know how to clean. That's all I get to do at my house.
He started yelling at me.
Apparently, I don't clean correctly.
This annoyed me to no end.
I resented him for trying to teach me what I spend every day bored off my ass doing.
And always being in a state of a terrible temper. And then thinking later.
There is a money situation.
That makes him much worse.
I know my dad regrets having eight kids.
He's stated such, on more than one occasion.
I get all A's in school because he said I have to.
This past year, however, I recieved one B.
An 89 in my Math class.
Where my teacher is autistic.
All of a sudden, I wasn't trying hard enough.
Therefore, I had every possible outlet for pathetic fun taken away from me.
I couldn't believe it.
There's much more and I was going to start on my mom, but my anger is running thin and giving way to strict apathy[that word is so abused, by the way].
Fortunately or unfortunately.
I don't go out with friends.
I'm not independent.
I can't swim.
I've never been out of state.
I've never been to the movies more than 4 times[not counting sucky school field trips].
I can't drive.
I've practiced once.
I don't go shopping.
My mom won't let me walk up and down my neighborhood.
The list runs on but I don't want to think about it anymore.
I want out of this house.
And you don't know how badly.
I know it 'sucks for me'.
I know it, I know it, I know it.
Somebody come and get me.
So I can LIVE.
I wish my emotions weren't so hard and raw.
I wish I was lighter.
I hate feeling this way. |
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| Nevermind. |
[Jul. 7th, 2006|12:45 pm] |
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I had a lot to say earlier.
Because I was angry.
Very angry.
But that blew over.
And I'm okay now.
For the time being.
I guess I just didn't make it to my LJ in time.
Maybe tomorrow.
I find this a little funny.
-shrugs- |
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| How refreshing. |
[Jun. 27th, 2006|03:06 am] |
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I made my sister laugh.
A lot.
Her cherry punch ended up all over me.
D:
That's never happened to me before.
But I'll never do THAT again.
:/ |
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[Jun. 17th, 2006|04:58 pm] |
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I was told to stop being a hamburger today.
I guess I'll try. |
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| No backspacing. |
[May. 23rd, 2006|06:11 am] |
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akslf;afxka;ks;sklf;s |
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| God-awful. |
[May. 19th, 2006|09:28 am] |
I found out one of my good friends has cancer. She's my age, mind you. It's Hodgkin's disease. Cancer of the lymphatic system. That's what defends the body from foreign invasions by disease causing agents such as viruses, bacteria, or fungi.
As you can guess, it's extremely important.
I could only sit there with my mouth kind of hanging open.
Thankfully, Hodgkin's disease is chemo-friendly, so she's doing well as of late.
I don't know if I believe in God, but I'll pray for her every night.
-heavy sigh-
In other news,
my home high school is fucking immodest and obscene. (I commute to another school in a different city.)
My dear younger sister went inside to get a drink of water and heard some kids getting busy in the hallway.
They were right next to a door leading outside to where the public sat.
I'd rather not put in print the things Uchechi heard them saying.
God-awful, really.
Then, when we were getting picked up, my sister dropped her math book and all her papers flew up in a sudden wind. It looked something like a cloud. (She uses her book as a her binder though I've told her not to.) After I quit laughing my ass off, my brother, our friend, and I helped her chase them quite a long way.
Then the 'sexing' kids, who had stopped being nasty awhile ago, jumped up to help us out.
That was extremely nice of them
but
they touched those papers with the same hands they used to do...whatever they were doing.
And I have a good idea of what they were probably doing.
Ugh.
Absolutely lewd. |
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