| Only because someone took the time to tag me... |
[Dec. 21st, 2006|08:45 pm] |
Once tagged by this entry, the assignment is to write a blog entry of some kind with six random facts about you. Then, pick six of your friends and tag them; no tag backs. This explanation should be included.
1. I feel like I need to be everyones mother all the time...but I kind of like that role.
2. I make jokes about myself so no one else gets the chance to.
3. I feel as if I have so much potential, but that no one will ever see it.
4. I want to write a book.
5. I feel like I only have one friend sometimes.
6. I dont like the way I am, but I dont think I have the ability to change it.
I'll tag....
Kathleen
Colleen
No one else really gets on here anymore, myself included... |
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[Nov. 8th, 2006|09:06 pm] |
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The best part about yesterdays election is that its over and those commercials are off the television. |
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[Sep. 27th, 2006|11:08 am] |
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90% of American money has traces of cocaine on it. I learned that when for the first time this year, and probably in college, I decided to pick up a book and study about my government. Sniff away friends, sniff away. |
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[Sep. 5th, 2006|01:06 pm] |
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It's official. Everyone and anyone featured on My Sweet 16 should be shot and then burned on a pile of money. |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2006|04:05 pm] |
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60% of women have had breast implants. |
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[Aug. 18th, 2006|05:18 pm] |
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I hate moving. That was, by far, the shortest summer of my life. |
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[Aug. 3rd, 2006|02:34 pm] |
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Can anyone tell me where the hell summer went? I move in 7 days. |
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[Aug. 1st, 2006|01:24 pm] |
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I found out someone I went to highschool died Sunday night. Drinking on a boat. Someone else is in the hospital. But the one who died, I had class with her, I spoke with her, laughed with her, sat behind her. Knew her. And it put in perspective that at any moment anyone of us could be gone, no last words, no last actions. I look at her pictures and I see my friends and our memories. Taking stupid pictures and prom pictures and I think what if this was my best friend? What must her parents be thinking, what will they tell people when they ask how, why? She'll never laugh with them again...share a memory or hug her mother. I dont know. Is she going to heaven? Are we going to heaven? What if this is the end of world? War in the middle east, global warming, Tsunamis and hurricanes and no one willing to do anything about it. Is this it, and if it is, where will I end up? I've been a good person, but is that enough? I've loved my family and friends with all my heart and given what I could. Yes, I've lied, and cheated and had impure thoughts, but is that ok, would I be denied? I dont go to church, or pray regularly or know the scriptures, so does that mean I shall be eternally punished? What are we doing in our lives to make a difference, one small action causes an equal or greater reaction. So why would we not strive everyday to be that change? I'm rambling on and on with incoherent bull, yet I am speechless as to what to think about life anymore. She was good person, who loved to her full compacity and yet she was taken for making a stupid decision, but the murderers and rapists and dead beat deads are allowed to walk around care-free. |
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[Jul. 28th, 2006|12:07 am] |
Mafiadismember: MY NAME IS LAUREN, AND IM ADDICTED TO MYSPACE
Pina87Colada: hahahaha
Pina87Colada: yeah...join the fuckin club
Pina87Colada: AND ITS DOWN
Mafiadismember: its so bad
Pina87Colada: SON OF A BITCH
Mafiadismember: mine is kind of working
Pina87Colada: fuck u |
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[Jul. 22nd, 2006|09:34 pm] |
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It is sad to be young and be so concerned with money, time and problems. But, I'm a victim of it. |
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