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[22 Jan 2005|12:15pm]
Original late 90s emo. Before the long hair and self-harm. These are just ugly and emotional kids from middle America says
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Every mistake I made, I couldn't have made without you [22 Dec 2004|10:25pm]
[ mood | good ]

I was eating cereal in bed and reading a novel about sex tourism at about 12 o' clock, when my phone rang. It was Chris (neither Campbell or Birkin) and at his request I met him in Oxford St. After two hours that were less than thrilling, I returned home.

My replacement iPod is charging as we speak. Let's hope this one fucking works, eh?

Apart from that, things be dull, they do.

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Hmmm. [13 Dec 2004|06:12pm]
[ mood | devious ]

I don't know how a certain person *ahem* found my journal... but I am glad she read the public post I made about her. That's what I wanted, or I wouldn't have made it public.

But I wish she'd stop insisting that she tried to be nice to me and tried to be my friend, because she really, really didn't. The question is, do I really care?

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Fucked Up or Fuck-Up? [29 Nov 2004|07:58pm]
[ mood | nauseated ]

You know who I'm talking about.

I don't know whether her problems are real or not but I'm sick of hearing about them.

And I don't like it when my friends defend her against me, because I went too far and said too much - even though she's always had it in for me as the shallow one, the bitchy one, the one who copies Katie and the one she wants to be.

She'll bake you cookies that don't taste good, buy you a sticker for a band you don't even like or lend you comics you don't want to read just to keep you as her friend. Just so she can confide in you the secrets she told to everone else and show you the scars you can see anyway.

Even though she copies all my friends, she acts like she is better than everyone, more mature, has seen more, knows "real hardship". For a year nine.

Fake.

That's what she calls me. But now I'm telling the truth, at least as I see it.

I don't want her sneaking back into my life again. I used to like to make fun of her but now it (and she) just makes me feel sick.

All I want is not to sound like her when I write this.

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Dooooooo, Doooooooo, Dooo, Dooo, Dooo, Doo. [18 Nov 2004|09:26pm]
[ mood | drained ]

I actually revised for the biology test that I had today, so I hope I did okay.

It is so adorable - at the end of Scar Tissue, Anthony Kiedis say that whenever he wants to get high these days he just remembers that his dog has never seen him high. The cutie.

I know know a lot about ol' Mr Kiedis. Which pleases me.

My Get Up Kids shirt arrived and it is snazzay in the extreme, if a little bit big. I don't mind - it's not like I have copious breasts to show off.

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Don't you just hate... [07 Oct 2004|10:04pm]
[ mood | pissed off ]

Some people. People who have stupid hair and bad skin and don't accept apologies well.

I hate him. I don't know why I ever liked him ever, I am obviously a terrible judge of character.

And Brighteyes suck.

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The Day Today [05 Oct 2004|09:17pm]
[ mood | cranky ]

I'm listening to T-Rex. They are so cool.

Today was boring. I don't know why, even though my lessons are quite fun on Tuesdays I always end up having a shite day. Like today. Unnaturally shite, for no rhyme or reason.

I want juice.

Now I have orange juice. In a glass, obviously. Or it would make me all damp.

French unit test is tomorrow. Whoopdeefuckingdoo. And I think that I am expected to do well in this one because well... other teachers (even though I'm now in a lower group) have higher standards than Madame Tiger.

The only cool thing that happened today was finding a tenner on the ground. But I have spent it all now. and some other money. One buying Elle and the new Gossip Girl book and other such frivolities. And paying to print stuff in art.

I read that Marc Jacobs is gonna collaborate with Vans. Which is really, really cool. Yay Marc Jacobs Vans! I hope they are better that the Luella ones, whick were sucky with their sucky "african influences".

My mum is going to try and get me work experience at Liberty, Betty Jackson or Joseph. She called Gap to see about a placement, but they don't do work experience. It was nice of her to call though, I mean, I disn't ask her to or anythign. I guess she just gets very bored at work.

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first post. [19 Sep 2004|07:58pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

From now on this journal will be strictly friends-only.

But the first post is a total free-for-all.

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