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I HATE THAT I KNOW THIS INFORMATION.

Feck you, every magizine, major search engine, and news show everywhere. FECK. YOU. I don't care about her. I care A LOT about how I do not wan't to know about the Kardashians. Make it stop!!!!.
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aggravated aggravated
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School starts on Tuesday. Am I ready? Nope! I need to buy books, I need to buy groceries, I need to clean my apartment, I need to pay for my computer repairs so I can pick it up from the IT place that fixed it (it has been there for two weeks due to lack of munnies), I need to figure out a new exercise regime (not like the old one was very existent), I need to pay rent (totes late), I need to figure out how to transport bicycle to my house in other town and come back without having to pay arm and leg for gas, I need to pay ALL OF MY BILLS, and that's all. Oh wait no, I need to see a therapist. Hehe..heh. Spring Quarter here I come, beeyotch!!!
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anxious anxious
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http://ohnotheydidnt.livejournal.com/76749396.html

Over-the-top blood and guts? Yes please. <3
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mischievous mischievous
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I might mooooooooove again. This time to Washington. Turns out I'm bored of Portland. And I would ACTUALLY like to be somewhat near family again. I guess moving states away was a bit much. So now the plan is to move to Stanwood, Washington. I have heaps of family there....that I can get sick of. :D

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indifferent indifferent
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Nope. Boring to do list.

-Write Cheryl a letter (She's in basic training. Therefore I feel obligated because I
wouldn't EVER want to be in basic training. GUILT. Yes, that's the word I'm feeling. I feel guilty that she has to go through that crap and I don't. Which is slightly stupid because it was her own decision. Damn you Cheryl Grieshaber!)

-Take a walk/hike (Obvious reasons, right? Exercise and fresh air good. Sitting on ass bad.)

-Check the mail. (My mailbox is a little far away ok? Sometimes I don't feel like checking it because it's pointless to walk across the apartment complex just to get ads or mail that isn't for me. I'm expecting money so... yeah. I'm taking the trip today.)

-Clean the child's toilet. (Kids are nasty. I've been putting this one off.)

-Do laundry. (I have a really tiny washer and dryer. Highly annoying. I can wash a total of 3 towels. So I think I'll do three loads which equals one real load. If I do any more than that it would take way to much time. Grrr. So unless I want to spend two days completely dedicated to laundry, I'm always going to have dirty laundry piles. So dirty laundry piles it shall be. Suck it, Mr. Tiny Washer and Mr. Tiny Dryer.

-Find something to do. I'm new to town. I have hardly any friends. Therefore this one is a big task. But it helps that I live where there are many goings ons. Many nerds who share my desires of nerdiness. Oooooo. I think I'll look up local improv groups. Maybe take a class. Make an ass out of myself.

End.
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bored bored
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Life. Life. I wanna have a life.

That's my song.

I will make millions from it.

I want a guitar but I need a bed first. That's irritating. Maybe I should pick up extra shifts. And also not nickle and dime myself on books, magazines, movies and cds again. It's SO HARD NOT TO. Coffee as well. Grrr. I've been so spoiled going to Stumptown so much lately. My home french press with Starbucks coffee will taste like dirt now. GRRRRRR!! I feel cranky. Maybe it's the heat. Either way. I'm tired of not having a bed and not owning a musical instrument.

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cranky cranky
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Sometimes there are just no words good enough to explain feelings.

No words good enough to comfort those that are feeling the pain.

All I can do is lower my head for those who are involved.

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I'm living on the sun until monday (day of air conditioning installation.)
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exhausted exhausted
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Let me say it again. It's hot.
It's hot.
It's hot.
Ok that's good.


Our air conditioning isn't getting repaired until the 14th.

That's nice.

It's hot. I know I mentioned that before. But really. It sucks because we can hardly open any of the windows due to the fact that we have a cat farm that tries to escape whenever we DO try to open them.

Fucking cats. Fucking air. fhefiuber';k werluih149-8r5hf4unarrrrrr grumpity grump.


In other news. I'm pretty much finished with one of my songs (that one being the first I've ever written) and am making a fabulous start on the second.

I'm also in the process of auditioning for a punk-ish band. Ummm...how's that going you say?

Well. Interesting. They sound fabulous. I sound fabulous. But we aren't really sounding fabulous together. And I don't think we will end up sounding fabulous together EVER. But that's ok because as frustrating as it has been thus far, it has also been an amazing learning experience for me.

Everyone is being really positive with their criticism and whatnot. Sometimes people just don't fit musically. : )

I'm such a trooper. As good as girl scout. Siiigh....

Ta!

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hot hot
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Vanessa & Beth

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A lot of dancing.

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A fucking blast.

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Exhausted.

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Sore.

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Worth it. : )

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exhausted exhausted
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