Extended vacation was necessary. [ Tuesday, June  2nd, 2009  The clock strikes 12:58am] Last updated 210 weeks ago. Needless to say this is long overdue.    help me forget your name.

oh yesh. [ Saturday, May  21st, 2005  The clock strikes 12:39pm] [ mood | dorky ] [ music | fall out boy - sugar ] ( 'cause these words are my diary screaming out loud... ) 8 are dying for a place in your heart.      help me forget your name.

[ Thursday, May  19th, 2005  The clock strikes 10:01pm] [ music | britney spears - hit me baby ] ( Click for pictures... ) 8 are dying for a place in your heart.      help me forget your name.

worth a 1000 words. [ Tuesday, May  17th, 2005  The clock strikes 8:16pm] [ music | gwen - holla back girl ] dear diary, today my teacher decided we should have class in the cafeteria. We split up inorder to attempt to complete a group assignment. The vending machine was too much to resist. We attacked said vending machine with what little change we could salvage from our purses, pockets, wallets and random individuals. At one point the machine wouldn't give us our sun-chips, we were disheartened, but finally they fell to their gloomy doom and into our stomachs. However, backing up a little bit, there was that period of time where chaos and panic fell upon us...the moments when we were forced to cope with the reality that we might have to suffice with only the cheddar flavored sunchips and forgo the priveledge of having both original and cheddar. One can only imagine what emotional anguish we experienced during the minute and half that our crunchy carbs were dangling in the middle of the snack dispenser. In order for this grave fiasco to remain a one-time-deal, I believe we should purchase more innovative vending machines. Hopefully, these new contraptions will prevent other students from enduring the same agony we all faced today. Please and thanks, Mallory. greer, fishman and i decided to take a picture of all our food because we're fat and we love it. ( yep, more under here from the day. ) 8 are dying for a place in your heart.      help me forget your name.

whatever. picture entries are better. [ Monday, May  9th, 2005  The clock strikes 10:45pm] marisa n jojo in the hallway. ( more pictures... ) 7 are dying for a place in your heart.      help me forget your name.

new digital camera. [ Monday, May  2nd, 2005  The clock strikes 8:08pm] ( I really like your peaches, want to shake your tree. ) 37 are dying for a place in your heart.      help me forget your name.

true story. [ Sunday, April  17th, 2005  The clock strikes 10:33pm] my mother and i sat on my bed staring at the new contraption she purchased without my consent or knowledge. "The numbers are big." I said. I walked back out to my computer and let her figure out what exactly one is supposed to do with such a instrument. With my dad out of the house in the morning doing only god knows what, and my mom and i being in no hurry to start the day, this little obscene object was necessary. "What time do you want me to set it to?" she yelled from the other room. I replied with what i thought was an appropriate time. "Can't you set it so it turns on the radio when it goes off?" I shouted. "No, this isn't a radio one." she replied. "Sweet, you got a ghetto one." "Sweetheart, it's not ghetto, it's got big numbers. didn't you see the big numbers? I wonder what it sounds like when it goes off." "It better not be an incessant beeping noise or i'll break it." The echoing sound of 'BEEPPPPPP, BEEPPPPP BEEPPPP' radiated from the other room. Excellent, something to look forward to in the morning. A headache accompanied by the urge to stratch my eyes out. "oh jesus fucking christ mom, i'm going to kill myself if i have to wake up to that obnoxious noise." i yelled. "you'll get used to it." she answered. This new affliction had become my enemy within minutes. It's bold red face stared at me as i attempted to sleep, making me uneasy. It was lurking silently in the dark, waiting for an unsuspecting victim to doze off so that it could make a horrifyingly loud racket. Something had to be done to end this vile little clock's life. I reached for the socket.. and yanked as hard as i could. "Mom, i refuse to conform to the standards of another individual's concept of a socially acceptable time to cease my pleasant slumber." I yelled to my mom across the hall. She laughed because she loves me. I closed my eyes. Goodnight. 4 are dying for a place in your heart.      help me forget your name.

my writing. [ Sunday, March  6th, 2005  The clock strikes 11:06pm] ( Poems I Wrote... ) 3 are dying for a place in your heart.      help me forget your name.

friends only. [ Friday, March  26th, 2004  The clock strikes 6:56pm] [ music | shimmy shimmy quarter turn - hellogoodbye ] RULES. 1. please don't be a douche bag and/or a asshole. 2. i dislike like pedophiles, rapists, fascists, murderers, clowns, homophobes, racists, elitists, sexists and people who enjoy sending bombs through the mail. if you feel that you could be classified as one of the aforementioned individuals, we most likely would not get along, so please do not ask me to add you. 3. Ignorant people annoy me. please do not type like the caps lock button keeps getting stuck and unstuck. Please do not spell like a moron. Perhaps Dictionary.com may be of some assistance to you, but i most certainly will not be - infact, I might hit you in the head with a blunt object if you LyKE To TyPE LiKE a FUCkInG M0ROn. so please, if you don't appreciate projectiles and you type like a douchebag, just do us both a favor and do not ask me to add you. 4. please do not ask me to make you an icon, header, or layout enless we are close. i have a hard time saying no, so please spare me the awkwardness of having to turn you down and just don't ask. 5. basically, i'll add you if you're not annoying, yes, that's subjective. 76 are dying for a place in your heart.      help me forget your name.

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