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[Dec. 30th, 2007|11:23 am] |
And now you want somebody
To cure the lonely nights
You wish you had somebody
That could come and make it right
But boy I ain't somebody with a lot of sympathy
You'll see, you'll see
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around |
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[Oct. 8th, 2007|01:23 am] |
Rest in peace, uncle John.
I miss you, I love you, say hi to pepere.
Maybe you can beat him at rummy this hand, you know he's always bluffing.
Love,
Isabel |
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[Aug. 16th, 2007|12:26 am] |
i've decided that guys are like cheese. they're better when they age.
people freakin suck now i dunno what it is. i'm glad i'm single right now, i dont have to deal with stupid shit that all my friends are going through. and even when i'm single guys suck. i dunno how i would deal with it if i was in a relationship. even my FRIENDS' relationships are pissing me off. freakin i've got a friend here who uses me as a hotel, another friend here who is in a really bad relationship, she's got him so whipped i haven't seen him since they started dating. i've got friends all over who are miserable, and the thing is that they dont have to be. all the freaks they're dating give the rest of the world a bad rep, put people off dating for ages.
like you, yeah you, all your friends are in crap relationships so what is that telling you? that if you were in one, you would be in the same kind of terrible chokehold. no, my friend, i'm not like those other girls.
then you, why have you used me like that? yeah, girl you know i'm talking about you. you use my house like it's a dirty hotel that you can park you and your new and first boyfriend's asses at and dirty my bed sheets, bath towels and even my parent's own couch. the worst part, you leave me to clean it all in your new ditz of a personality "...ohhhh yeahhhhh... you might want to wash those hee hee"
i'm so glad i'm not in any of that stuff. leave me the hell alone ppl, i'm happy being single right now cuz i couldn't imagine being with any of you crazy kids. you make relationships suck and make them all complicated. if you like someone, what's the problem? just date them, it's not a big deal. who gives a shit if you're with them, you dont need the public's approval. things like that can be so simple but it seems to me that everyone around me just loooveesss to make shit complicated.
that's why i embrace being single right now. there are too many kids out there who dont know what they're doing making crap all complicated and nasty and uncool. i'll find myself someone who's chill and relaxed and sees it simply for what it is. but i'm not trying too hard to find them. i'm gonna take advantage of this lifestyle.
BRING. IT. ON. |
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[Aug. 5th, 2007|08:51 am] |
oh i forgot, this went with the last post
Warning Sign
Coldplay
A warning sign
I missed the good part then I realized
I started looking and the bubble burst
I started looking for excuses
Come on in
I've got to tell you what a state I'm in
I've got to tell you in my loudest tones
That I started looking for a warning sign
When the truth is
I miss you
Yeah the truth is
that I miss you so
A warning sign
You came back to haunt me and I realized
That you were an island and I passed you by
And you were an island to discover
Come on in
I've got to tell you what a state I'm in
I've got to tell you in my loudest tones
That I started looking for a warning sign
When the truth is
I miss you
Yeah the truth is
That I miss you so
And I'm tired
I should not have let you go
So I crawl back into your open arms
Yes I crawl back into your open arms
And I crawl back into your open arms
Yes I crawl back into your open arms
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[Aug. 4th, 2007|09:11 pm] |
sometimes you just feel like you want someone to want you as badly as you want them. you want them to need you, like you need them. you want them to call you up in the middle of the night just so you could cheer them up, just like you wish you could do that with them.
buuutt you can't. that would be too awkward of course.
then, for some reason, someone calls you. maybe not the person you wanted to call you, some unexpected friend. or maybe it is the person you wanted to reach out to. either way, i've come to see that i can be that person for someone else, my turn can come later.
and then i realize that maybe it wouldn't be so awkward to just call you, anyway... |
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[Jul. 26th, 2007|09:02 am] |
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this is for katie, and myself, and whoever else wants it
it's by a band called big wreck. they're canadian (duh) and this is my fav song from them.
...maybe i can find a way to attach it!?
That Song
Big Wreck
So I always get nostalgic with that song
But in my room it's forced
It has to be in some car across the street
And I always catch the back of your head in the crowd
Just don't turn around
It's never you, and you'll ruin those memories
And those photos are great if I catch em with the side of my eye
but if I stare
It just turns into you and me
We're just standing there
And now it's over
Would you hear me
Scream at the top of my lungs
And when you go there
Would you hear me
Scream at the top of my lungs
So I always fool my friends when we head down there
they think that we're on route
We just drove past your old house and you weren't there
And I'm always great when I'm hanging with your buds and they lie
They think that I'm just fine
It's always been that way
Just a "Pocketbook Brando"
And when you hold him
Would you hear me
Scream at the top of my lungs
You love my whisper
But did you hear me
Scream at the top of my lungs
So you crank that song
And it might sound dumb
So just leave the room
While I sit 'n stare
Cause this is rare
I really love that tune
Man I love that song
I really love that song
I love that song
So when you go there
Would you hear me
Scream at the top of my lungs
And when you hate it
Would you hear me
Scream at the top of my lungs
So you crank that song
And it might sound dumb
So just leave the room
While I sit 'n stare
Cause yeah that's rare
I really love that tune
Man I love that song
I really love that song
I love that song
Ok, to hear it, just go to: http://hoduppeaches.multiply.com/music/item/17
Man, I love that song... |
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[Jul. 19th, 2007|02:23 pm] |
“Life’s a bitch, and then you die. Get over it.”
Oh, the famous words of someone who would undoubtedly change my life and help to point me in the right direction. Vivo, I guess I owe you. You are right, life is a bitch but as another equally influential teacher at Marymount taught me, life is really one big, enormous bitch of a wheel. If you’re on the down side of the wheel, eventually it’ll turn itself over and balance you out, and it just keeps turning.
Let’s evaluate this for a moment.
Exhibit a: College. You are most likely to carry the connections with the people you meet in college throughout the rest of your life than even the degree you are pursuing. Your best friends, the ones who hold your hair back as you hug the toilet bowl after a crazy night, are those who will be in your wedding party. They will be the future godparents to your children. Having just finished my first year in college, I am proud to say that I hold several people in such high esteem. This makes me extremely happy, on the up part of the wheel.
Yet life has it that just as I am creating and making these new connections that I hold very dear, some are being taken away from me.
Exhibit b: This week in Canada. I knew it was coming and some of you were even the ones I vented to on this subject. I will say again what I was so nervous about prior to my arrival in Canada: I am not ready for this. It was lurking in the back of my mind but only really became clear to me when my father picked me up from the Moncton airport and we drove the 45 minute trek back home to our farm.
Pappa: “Now, don’t be too surprised that you know… your grandparents aren’t who they used to be. They aren’t really…there. They are failing really quickly now.”
Me: “Yeah, I know”
10 minutes of silence later…
Pappa: “When I get that old, and I get to be like that, you’ll take care of me right?”
Me: “Of course dad! I’ll get you electric wheelchairs hahaha…”
Pappa: “No, I don’t ever want one of those. I want you to take me and mum to the farm and leave us alone.”
This is no normal vacation. This is hardly a “visiting the family” ordeal. This is saying goodbye, and I’m not ready to.
Friends, family, “exhibit a”s,
I need you. A call, a text, a pat on the back, a hug, whatever. I’ve kind of been thrown into something I wasn’t expecting, though I should have foreseen. I knew it was there, but god I tried to hide it from myself as much as possible. Though other family members and friends who are also saying goodbye surround me, I do feel very alone out here. Maybe it’s all the empty space.
I miss you all,
peace, love, Isabel |
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[Jul. 4th, 2007|08:34 pm] |
there's nothing like having your feelings hurt or offended by someone whom you consider an intimate friend. or when you feel that the one whose opinion matters most to you makes you rather not have their opinion at all.
then there's nothing like falling asleep next to someone whom you are intimate with. only to wake up at 3 in the morning knowing that you shouldn't be asleep because you would never want to meet his mum for the first time by having her walk in on you naked with her son.
happy 4th of july.
i preferred the 3rd :) |
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[Mar. 19th, 2007|02:31 pm] |
i've been hurt before. when it comes to mio, there was no other way around it. you lived in a different continent, and you were right, it wasn't fair for us to keep each other away from things that we could have been missing out on. i didn't regret anything that we ever did, i still don't. in a way, i had been prepared for the outcome long before january 4th of last year.
i came to college and dated this guy name bryan foley for about a week and a half. we weren't even official yet, and signs were that we were going to be soon. and then he asked this other chick out, because apparently they had had a thing earlier on, and she didn't want anything official, so he went around with me. then when she made it clear to him that she would be willing to be in an actual relationship, he jumped the gun, and didn't really think about what he was doing to me. he had lied to me. he hid things from me. i felt very used and trashy. these feelings lasted maybe a couple days (since our 'relationship' only lasted a fortnight) and after that i had lunch with him where we talked about stuff, i told him i didn't hate him, etc. he's still dating the other girl.
this is the story of a deeper pain. one that is most times paralyzing and hard for me to deal with. i've been in this thing with mac delaney for 4 and a half months. basically, during my excapade with bryan, mac and i got to be really close. and he was there for me when bryan was an ass. he was my best friend. i did like him, and he liked me too, but made it clear that he was not ready for an official relationship. i would have rathered him be a boyfriend than something i can't even define, something abstract, but i didn't NEED him to be one, i didn't define my life based on my relationship status. if he wasn't ready, i wasn't going to push him, and i would be here when he was.
for 4.5 months we were together. nothing was ever defined, and most people didn't know about it until last month. i had a lot of trouble with it because i felt like i was never allowed to tell mac how i felt about him, and due to this, he never knew, and assumed that the two of us were just half assing our way through this. if i told him i loved him, he probably would have wanted to end it, because he is still not ready for anything big like love. so i didn't. my mistake.
a few weeks ago, mac was freaking out about all these things he didn't need to freak out about. we talked about it, and decided we should maybe just be friends. that i still liked him, he still liked me (?) but we should just be friends. last thursday, i passed out in his bed and apparently he tried to wake me up but i don't remember that part. what i remember is waking up next to him, legs crossed, arms over each other, and his nose bumping mine. it was the position we always took when we slept next to each other, so i think that it was just out of comfort and nature that we took this position. i, however, read more into it.
saturday, st. patrick's day, we had a party. mac hooked up with this other chick that the two of us had only just met that day. in brian's room too. i was the one who found them the next morning, both with very little clothing on.
i. couldn't. handle. it.
i freaked out. i didn't know what to think. it didn't make sense, and still doesn't. i feel cheated on, and many other people see it that way too. even if we decided to not be together, the fact that he could have a moment with someone he had only just met completely invalidates the time we had together. that his one moment with this new girl meant more to him than my 4.5 months with him. that one of his best friends was worthless compared to a stranger.
i feel so sick, it's hard for me to write. i've felt this way before, this depression, but not so strongly. i was never cheated on in front of my face. i was sleeping in his own bed! and he did it in one of his suitemate's beds, seperating us only by a wall. i've cried so much in the past two days that i feel nothing now. i'll catch myself in tears without even knowing when i started to cry. it's in my face, emotionless, hungry, empty. i feel it in my shoulders, weak, powerless, useless. in my stomach, sick, disgusted with myself, who i am, who he is, who she is, the appartment. i don't find happiness in things that i once did. all i want is to go into a coma for a few weeks, and wake up later. or to not feel anything, because i'm feeling too much.
i love my friends. they try to cheer me up. but i can't even do justice in telling them how i feel. it's so much deeper than what even i comprehend.
i love him. and i know he's suffering from this, so i want to be there for him and help him. but i can't touch him. i can't even look at him. and i hate that he will never know how much he hurt me. how much this is affecting me. everyone tells me it'll take a couple days and i'll be feeling better, but last year i was like this from january until the middle of march. i think that most of me is just scared of being like this for another 3 months.
to my friends, i'm sorry for all this. i love you all, know that, but i'm going through something greater than all of us. i need you now the most.
i miss him so much. i miss him too much. i miss him.
i can't even write anything else |
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[Mar. 3rd, 2007|02:09 pm] |
Though i know i'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before,
I know i'll often stop and think about them
In my life, I love you more. |
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[Mar. 3rd, 2007|02:04 pm] |
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i wish there was an easier way around this. i hate where i am with things right now |
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[Feb. 27th, 2007|12:55 am] |
i've only been seriously hurt by two guys in my life. one was out of our control, nothing we could really do about it, and in the end, he was right. i was just holding on.
the second, i realized today, is really not a man or even a guy at all. he's a big boy. unfortunately, it's taken me about 4 months to accept it as it is. though we were never official with this 'relationship' we were in, there was some emotional attachment. i said so, he said so, we both agreed it was there. he made it clear that he didn't want a relationship and that was actually quite fine by me. for a while it bothered me but i came to see that i really don't have time for a boyfriend, and that i would only be able to give him as much attention as i am now even if we were to become official. so what was the point? the point was that i liked him, he liked me, so we were involved with each other.
somehow, he always ended up freaking out or getting all weird about one thing or another. there was always a reason for him to be stand-off-ish for some time but then perfect the next. what was that?! i mean, wtf?!
as of now, i'm officially over this. i've said it before, plenty of times, but honestly, i can't really stand him right now. i can't believe i was ever emotionally involved with him at all and it hurts me to feel that way. it's just that in the past couple of days, he's been acting really strangely. really really strangely, and jerkishly. he's an ass and turns into a completely different person when he gets drunk/is around other guys that don't really talk to me much. also, we have a formal coming up that we're all planning on attending, and everytime we talk about it, he's complaining about how there's noone here he would think of to ask as his date... in front of me. wtf?! seriously dude. and apparently he asked this guy to hook him up "with some hotties".
i don't need that. i'm out. if you can't realize that 4 months is a pretty damn long time to be "friends with benefits" before someone gets attached, then you're a douche and your'e pretty damn immature.
it's not just his fault, it's both of ours. but this is one of those nights where i am one with myself, because i'm in so much pain. that sounds really emo but do you know what i mean? they say that you dont know what you had till it's gone. this is more like one of those where you don't realize you had these parts in your body, that they might just be some incredible fiction of your imagination, until you lose something. lose a partner. lose a best friend.
i'm going to move on. |
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[Feb. 16th, 2007|11:12 pm] |
so here i go still scratchin around in the same old hole
my body feels young but my mind is very old
so what do you say you can't give me the dreams that are mine anyway
half the world away,
half the world away
half the world away
i've been lost i've been found but i don't feel down
as the pain sweeps through
makes no sense for you
every thrill has gonst
wasn't too much fun at all
but i'll be there for you
as the world falls down
falling
falling down
falling in love
yeah i want to throw you into space
i want to do whatever it takes, takes, takes
well everytime i pull you close
push my face into your hair
cream rinse and tobacco smoke
that sickly scent is always always there
oh you don't mean nothing at all to me
no you don't mean nothing at all to me
do you got what it takes to set me free
oh you could mean everything to me
tomorrow comes to take me away
i wish that i, that i could stay
girl you know i've got to go
lord i wish it wasn't so
it might not be the right time
i might not be the right one
but there's something about us i want to say
cause there's something between us anyway
i'd give up forever to touch you
cause i know that you feel me somehow
you're the closest to heaven that i'll ever be
and i don't want to go home right now
and i don't want the world to see me
cause i dont' think that they'd understand
when everything's meant to be broken,
i just want you to know who i am
could you show me dear
something i'm not seeing
something infinitely interesting
could you show me dear
something i'm not seeing
something infinitely interesting
can't you see that it's just raining
there ain't no need to go outside
but baby, you hardly even notice
when i try to show you this song
it's meant to keep you
from doin' what your supposed to
like wakin' up too early
maybe we could sleep in
i'll make you banana pancakes
pretend like it's the weekend now
and we could pretend it all the time
and it feels like you both come on
and it tastes like you're full of love
still the time's never too paid off
still the time's never too paid off
and it feels like you're coming home
and it smells like a married home
and if feels like it's coming home
and it feels like it's full of god
still the time
is the great release
something dying will be a great release
i would like to leave this city
this old town don't smell to pretty
and i can feel the warning sounds running around my mind
and when i leave this island i'll book myself into a soul asylum
and i could feel the warning signs running around my mind
so here i go (again)
still scratching around in the same old hole
my body feels young but my mind is very old
so what do you say
you can't give me the dreams that are mine anyway
half the world away
half the world away
you're half the world away
i've been lost i've been found but i don't feel down
it's been seven hours and fifteen days
since you took your love away
i go out every night and sleep all day
since you took your love away
since you been gone i can do whatever I want
i can see whomever i choose
i can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
but nothing
i said nothing can take away these blues
cause nothing compares
nothing compares to you
songs that have been playing in my head. rough week?
straight up:
i'm sad we don't talk as much. it's my fault and i'm sorry.
but i'll see you all again. so until then, i'll be the one waiting online this time.
ARGH |
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[Feb. 16th, 2007|10:18 am] |
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i've had a really bad past few days. just about a week and a half i guess.
i'm frustrated with a lot of things. i feel violated in a lot of ways and some are not necessarily other people's fault.
for instance, my laptop was sltolen last week on a wednesday. straight out of my appartment (well... my boys' appartment). brian and i both had our laptops on the kitchen table, which is a goot 15-20 feet into the appartment, and someone came in within the hours of 10:20 and 11:20 and took both his and my macbook. you can't understand unless you've been in a similar situation but this generation is so permanently attached to its computers and all the media we store in it that i felt lost, confused, angry, and almost naked. i felt like i had lost so much of my work and my life. the thing that hurt the most was that i lost my music. i couldn't function, it's one of my most used outlets and here i was in a moment of crisis (i had a 5 page paper due the next morning so the timing for this to happen was perfect, eh?), i had nothing.
i had to buy another one from the school. it's a brand new macbook, they updated the models since i got my last one. and my parents maxed it out so i have maximum memory and all that fancy stuff. but that meant my parents had to drop a good unexpected and what should have been unecessary $1800. i'm going to be paying them back over the summer when i'm working.
also, when your'e having a kind of shitty day, and you feel that your relations with people are somewhat lacking, it makes things really hard. i love being around people, i love company. i can be alone when i want to be and be perfectly normal, and sometimes i need "me" time. but i feel that some of my relationships with people aren't what they could be. for one reason or another, some sexual, others not, but all intimate in some way. bottom line, it sucks. i don't know what to do! i can't express that i'm frustrated because, well that makes things complicated and who wants that. i can't just tell people how i feel, which is normally what i do in whichever case, for better or worse, because it'll complicate things even more or some shit like that.
i hate not having things go smoothly. i hate bumps, but i have to go through them. i just wish i had all my music back. thank god mac had a backup of all my music on his external hardrive, but since i had backed it up, i had nearly doubled my library.
anyway, hopefully this weekend alone will clear some things up. mac and brian are both leaving to go home for the three day weekend, but i have work so i have to stay. they're pretty much always attached to my hip, so i think it'll be good for us all to get away from each other for 3 days. at least for me and mac, brian and i are already going through seperation anxiety and he doesn't even leave until tomorrow.
i am going to be hanging out with other friends of mine however, like tess and lindsay. thank god for them haha i owuld feel like a loner without them. tess is taking me to a san diego state party on saturday. state always has parties like the ones in girls gone wild videos ahahah and people wonder why only 40% of the student body will end up graduating and how state could possibly have the biggest coke rings in the county. mac went to one two weeks ago and said that there were skanky girls everywhere and dance poles and stuff like that. everyone was trashed, etc. etc. tess and i aren't planning on getting drunk, but we both feel that we need some new people in our lives, if anything, just for a night. not like THAT though cmon i'm not a skank...
you know me too well.
peace, and share the love, everyone. cuz i'm not feeling it.
EXCEPT FOR LE CAIT because she's sending me a bunch of music so i love her sooooooooo much!!!!! |
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[Feb. 9th, 2007|06:13 pm] |
i am currently typing and entry on my new laptop. it's the same as the one that i had before, black 13' macbook, but with 2gigs of memory this time.
my last one was stolen on wednesday morning.
i don't want to get into the details of it but basically someone came INTO my appartment and stole both my laptop and my friend brian's laptop. both macbooks, both gone. the fucker got away.
we went through police reports and everything hoping maybe we would have a chance at getting our old lives back. yet today, after 3 days of feeling robbed and numb, we both went out and bought new ones.
it's true though, i really did feel like i had lost a child. i don't care about the fact that my 5 page essay due the next day was only on my laptop, that i hadn't printed it out yet. i don't care about the files or the settings i had worked so hard to perfect.
i miss my music. and my pictures, but mainly my music. i had over 3000 songs on that laptop and most of which were collections that very few people have. i had the ENTIRE zero 7 collection, from start to finish to remixes to remixed remixes to singles to videos to books to everything. i had endless playlists of music from people all over the world. songs that meant a lot to me, songs that could change my mood no matter the circumstance.
i'm starting again from scratch. at least i can count on my best friends... patrick's playlist is 70% what mine was, mac has a lot of my stuff, and etc. etc. but no one has my zero 7, which is all i really want to listen to right now |
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[Jan. 6th, 2007|01:47 am] |
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| | here (in your arms) - hellogoodbye | ] |
here's a preview to the shoes i made for dow li
her second pair :) my computer is slow so photobucket's just taking forever :)
i have some other pictures of other people's shoes but those aren't being released until the rightful owner receives her pair :)
that'll be a couple weeks i believe
enjoy
and please... let me make you some.
PS: HELLO AGAIN, COLLEGE!!! I'M COMING HOME TOMORROW!!! WOOO!!! |
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[Dec. 31st, 2006|12:25 pm] |
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i got to make one of my best friends' new years better:
vivienne has been having some trouble with this guy named cory. long story, and not mine to tell, but basically she loves him and the distance is not an issue with her (she goes to ucsd with me, he goes to cal poly, which is a few hours away) but it is with him, so he has trouble showing her how he feels because he doesn't like that they're always so far apart. anyway, i'd helped him out before when he hurt her feelings once and didn't really know it and she asked me to talk to him. i gave him this analogy that it was like he was standing in the middle of a highway with a big rig heading straight for him. "so cory, let me ask you this... are you going to move?" and i hung up the phone ahhahaha it was pretty awesome. he shaped up though :)
normally i'm completely opposed to a third member making a couple's business their own to "help out". if i want to talk to someone about something, i will. sometimes i don't have the guts to, so i don't, which is the case now actually. anyway, vivienne asked me to, and as she is one of my closest friends in college, i agreed, with her permission and with her approving what i would be saying first.
cory came to visit vivienne a few days ago and they spent the whole day together. she asked him what he was doing for new years and he said he was going to hang out with his boys. he didn't even ask her what she was doing, which up to that point, was nothing, and with no one. so i sent cory this email:
"are you aware that you are missing out on something? sometimes guys are completely clueless... if guys picked up on EVERY SINGLE sign girls threw out there, we'd all be getting so much more ass. don't you agree?
i'm doing you a favor right now, really. think of me as the bird that a particular pretty lady confides in who, without permission or consultation, took it upon herself to alert someone like yourself that you COULD POSSIBLY BE messing up. (false, cory thinks i took it upon myself but it was just cuz i didn't want him to know vivienne asked me to do this) messing up is a harsh word though. but let's move on, i'm sticking with it.
let's start with what i know: you're spending new years with the boys. bros before hoes, i get it i get it, chicks before dicks, eh?
eh.
but have you ever heard of this little tradition some nerds made up that when the clock strikes midnight on new years, you're supposed to be in a liplock with someone whom you love, would like to love, or think is really fucking hot? obviously not.
i know what you're thinking. i know, i know, you're thinking "oh goodness, what am i to do?" you dont' want to ditch the guys, but the offer is hard to resist. how are you going to tell your guys you're going to spend it with vivie... i mean a pretty lady... when you already agreed to have a guys night. thing is, your guys would be proud of you. in their minds, they'd really be thinking "yeah cory. you go. you go. and you make her happy cuz damnit, i wish i had someone to hook up with tonight. i was just gonna watch porn..."
not to worry, my friend, you are not standing in the middle of the highway again, no. you've secured your spot on the sidewalk.
there are some things that i doubt you are aware of, however, which is the whole point i've been working up to in the first place. did you know that as of now, she is spending new years alone? how many guys are you supposed to hang out with? a handful? i'm sure they can take care of each other, but how do you think this looks? you're not really sending the message that you care about her by letting her spend new years by herself. who is she gonna kiss? who are you gonna kiss? how do you think she feels? psh if i'm coming to you as a bird then there's obviously something wrong with this picture. i mean... WTF IS WRONG WITCHYOO BOY? (i said that outloud, in a high pitched, black woman voice....yeah i brought my black woman out on you.) cant you see she loves you?
all i'm asking is that you think about it. i do happen to know that vivienne wants you to be her first kiss in 2007. what better time to do it than on new years? cmon man, she's spending it alone...
hell, i'll just push you off that sidewalk myself.
think about it. happy holidays, brotha"
cory texted her asking what she was going to do for new years, and she said nothing. then he asked her to be his date at a different party where they have mutual friends, and if he would be her first kiss in 2007.
i need to find myself one of those birds. that'll never happen though... i'll just call up patrick, i guess.
once again, happy new years everyone! |
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[Dec. 25th, 2006|12:58 pm] |
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what a wonderful christmas!
i got tons of great stuff but mostly i got to see my older brother, since he moved out to the house (finally), so it's been nice hanging out with him
i'd share all the cool stuff i got, but in particular, i'd like to share one gift i got from my grandmother. taste sure has changed since the time she was my age...
isn't it pretty?
it has so many uses, i dunno what to do with it!
thanks grammy :) got a good chuckle hahaha |
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[Dec. 22nd, 2006|07:35 pm] |
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I love this song:
SongBird
Oasis
Talkin to the songbird yesterday
Flew me to a place not far away
She's a little pilot in my mind
Singin songs of love to pass the time
Gonna write a song so she can see
Give her all the love she gives to me
Talk of better days that have yet to come
Never felt this love from anyone
She's not anyone
She's not anyone
She's not anyone
A man can never dream these kind of things
Especially when she came and spread her wings
Whisper in my ear the things I'd like
Then she flew away into the night
Gonna write a song so she can see
Give her all the love she gives to me
Talk of better days that have yet to come
Never felt this love from anyone
She's not anyone
She's not anyone
She's not anyone |
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[Dec. 10th, 2006|12:46 am] |
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i'm back home now for a month of xmas break! it's so nice to be back, sleep in a real bed instead of my friend's couch (my apartment mate has crazy sex at night and keeps me up). i got to hang out with my brother, and talk with my parents, nap in my old bed, decorate the xmas tree, that ALREADY has presents underneath it! i'm so exicted to spend a month here it's ridiculous.
while i was eating dinner with my parents tonight, i realized how much i missed their cooking. it's one of the things i rave about when i tell my friends or coaches or teachers about my parents. the food they make is so delicious and fresh and COLOURFUL! if my parents weren't doctors, they would be chefs :)
today for dinner we had toasted sourdough bagette with butter, and poached eggs with fresh tomatoes from our garden thing outside and this orange tropical fruit (forgot what it's called but it looked like a star) with some brie cheese and some wine. best dinner i've had in ages. so little food on the plate but it fills you up just right and hit every space in my stomach that was empty. i was talking to them and i was just so amazed by the colours on the plate, the prettiness of the meal, and i couldn't find the right words to justify the meal.
then it came to me.
beautiful!
the food was BEAUTIFUL. picture perfect in every respect. i found myself wanting to take pictures of it! hahaha how ridiculous is that.
me: "pappa, i figured it out! the food is beautiful!"
pappa: "well you know isabella, you are what you eat!"
thanks pappa, thanks maman!
i pray the, O Lord, that i may be beautiful within.... THANKS TO THIS FOOD!!! :D |
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