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...If The Right Thing Isn't Feel.
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| Live another day, Climb a little higher. |
[Jul. 2nd, 2005|04:58 pm] |
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| | Dream Theater :: Another Day | ] |
The Verizon Wireless Arena Manchester, New Hampshire. August 20th, 2005. 7:00pm Fear Factory, Nevermore, The Dillinger Escape Plan, Dream Theater, M e g a d e t h

I suck at keeping my promises to update this. |
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| Set a new pace, to salvage regressing lives. |
[Apr. 28th, 2005|04:15 pm] |
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| | discontent | ] |
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| | Beheaded :: Fed Upon Odium | ] |
A lot and not much things have happened since February 28th. That doesn't make sense...I know. Oh well...
Recently, I arrived home from a trip to Washington D.C. It's a little too political for me. Other than that, it's pretty much perfect up there. Fresh air, the grass is green, and no one gives a shit if you cut them off on the road. God damn it. 
Anyway, I'll try my best to keep this shit up to date. |
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| I've been gone away, but I'm back again. |
[Apr. 28th, 2005|01:25 am] |
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| | rushed | ] |
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| | Saliva :: Back Into Your System | ] | Wow. Talk about laziness. I've totally abandoned this thing. I'll update this soon.
Just wanted to alert you all that I am NOT dead yet, surprisingly. |
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| Don't try to be the one person who has stayed, just to stay they never left me. |
[Feb. 5th, 2005|10:57 pm] |
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| | crappy | ] |
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| | Stone Sour :: Orchids | ] | Neglectation of this. And I apoligize. I don't know who reads this thing anymore, but here's a summary of the past few weeks.
[x] Lost a "friend". [x] Started talking to someone again. [x] 'Hit' someone. [x] Went to a Retirement Center [you're probably like what the fuck? Well it was for a Career Day]. [x] Had an unknown appointment scheduled. [x] Received threats. [x] Discovered something. [x] ...but was too embarrassed to say anything; afraid of negative feedback. [x] Noticed a lot of people started self-destructive patterns. Et Cetera.
I don't know about the rest of the year, because I obviously cannot see into the future. But so far, this year on the start has outwillingly got an open chance to completely suck...ass...once again. I need a vacation or something. I've been completely worn out the past couple of weeks. I can't wake up in the morning, nor do I want to. All I do is nothing, haven't gone anywhere in a while; isolation and reclusive. HAVE to get out of the house before my head falls off of my neck, and my eyes fall out of their sockets. But... I have been calling people, asking if they want to do something. No one has been answering. I KNOW they're there. Just ignoring my calls, doing something else. What the fuck ever. I should make an oath, for now...we'll see if people actually try to associate with me, without me trying. And if one of those stubborn faggots are to call me, I'll just do the same thing that they did to me. Maybe they'll catch onto it eventually. |
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| Sometimes I feel so worthless, sometimes I feel discarded. |
[Jan. 16th, 2005|05:46 pm] |
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| | rejected | ] |
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| | Marilyn Manson :: In The Shadow Of The Valley Of Death | ] |
Massive 'power failure' on LiveJournal kind of fucked me up. And yes, I AM alive. Just haven't posted.
No one really replies to this shit anymore. But I need everyone's opinion.
Next year, my 'friend' is refusing to associate with me for the most STUPID reason ever. My skin color. I'm pale white. Now is that fucked up, or what? I seriously could s h o o t this girl. Now I know how blacks feel because of the racism bullshit. It hurts... Although this chick was the shittiest friend I've fucking had in my life; I feel worthless and tired.
Stab me in the fucking back a thousand times, and leave me. I know you WANT to. |
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| When I was down and out, I never heard from ANY of you. |
[Jan. 4th, 2005|03:11 pm] |
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| | annoyed | ] |
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| | Terror :: Don't Need Your Help | ] |
Lame quiz for you all to fill out. I took some questions from quizes I found and just added my own in pure boredem. Very Simple, paste it under the comment box, fill in the questions. Is it really that difficult? Not really. Be honest about it too.
:G e n e r a l: 1. Do you know my phone number? If so, type the last four digits :: 2. Do you think I'll get married? :: 3. If you do, who do you think I'll marry? If it were to happen. :: 4. If you're so smart, when is my birthday? :: 5. Who is my best friend? :: 6. Where did you and I meet? :: 7. Have you ever had a dream or nightmare involved with me in it or ABOUT me? :: 8. If you could change one thing about me, what would it be? :: 9. Describe me in 3-5 words :: 10. Why did you pick those words? :: 11. If you could tell me anything, what would it be? :: 12. If you could ask me anything, what would it be? :: 13. If you could give me anything, what would it be? :: 14. Are we good friends? :: 15. Do you trust me? :: 16. What is something you admire most about me? :: 17. What is something you dislike most about me? ::
:P e r s o n a l: 1. I am the _______ person you know. :: 2. Do you ever think about me, at all? :: 3. On a scale of 1-10 [10 being highest], how much do you think of me each day? :: 4. How do you rate my personallity 1-10? :: 5. Physically, what's my best feature? :: 6. Mentally, what's my best feature? :: 7. Do you think I'm Odd, Freaky, Stuck Up, Assholish, or Normal :: 8. Do we have common interests? :: 9. Is my music I listen to strange or okay? :: 10. Have you ever been driven to the verge of saying "I hate you" to me, or about me with or without me knowing it? ::
:E v e r y o n e: 1. What is one thing you would want to tell me before I died? :: 2. What do you think about me in general? :: 3. Was this totally pointless? :: 4. Will you make me fill this out about you next time? :: |
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| Maybe all the things I do would make sense just for ONCE. |
[Dec. 29th, 2004|05:20 pm] |
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| | discontent | ] |
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| | Nonpoint :: The Truth | ] | I don't really feel like explaining my day on here, all over again. Since I already did on Xanga, so I'll probably mention it in future reference. My mood is just going up and down. Nervous - petrified - empty - cheered up.
Well. Only thing for today is, Happy Birthday... T i m e y a.
And thank you to Aimee, for the lovely present, I love you to death... |
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| This is me alone. |
[Dec. 26th, 2004|02:47 pm] |
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| | morose | ] |
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| | Linkin Park :: My December | ] |
Christmas isn't really "special" to me in any way, shape, or form. - I'm not religious, nor believe in God or Jesus. Hate me for it, I really don't care. - I don't socialize with the people that come for the holiday. - I cannot do anything to help with cooking or some type of thing, and I also am afraid to. Because I only get yelled at, everything I do is wrong, even when it really isn't. - When I even try to speak to the people that come over, they look at me like I have more than one head. So screw it.
My so-called mother always gives me an atittude on Christmas, I have no clue why. Doesn't give an atittude to anyone besides me. And obviously I don't entirely appreciate of it. Then later on she wonders why I act so upset. It seems I was only clearly visible to my uncle yesterday, he actually said "Hi". Amazing. I was sitting at the computer and he goes, "Ashley, give me a hug". I took off my headphones and looked at him like "what the fuck?", and just sat there still. So he goes..."Don't make me come over there and talk to all of your friends on the computer".
. . . I responded with, "I don't have any friends". He looks at me with a blank stare. ...then I thought about the night where I was walking around the mall alone, because of my friends last week left me in a store and didn't notice, "Oh well, YOU ditched US". How lovely. Lets just leave it at that. |
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| You're my angel...without wings. |
[Dec. 25th, 2004|12:00 am] |
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| | good | ] |
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| | Zao :: Angel... | ] | Merry Fucking Christmas.
Update on my week. I punched Mike Revell across the face, because he's yet another "peer" that treats me like a fucking pile of shit. Kind of like, "look there's the freak, let's ridicule her". I'm sick of it, so he had it coming.
The funniest reaction that I ever had happened on Thursday. Well, we got to bring board games to school, just for a 'nothing, layed back' type of day. So...myself, Jenn, and Christina were playing Sorry. Christina was so damn close to winning, and I was in last place, Jenn was close with her last game piece to the her Home. Then alas, I get a seven. And I win the game. I flipped the whole fucking gameboard, and shouted : "I WIN, BITCHES!". Hahah. I was out of my mind, because we had been playing that one round for like...an hour and a half. Jenn fell off of her seat laughing her ass off, so it was worth it.
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| Soon I know I'll wake...from this dream. |
[Dec. 20th, 2004|09:31 pm] |
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| | sympathetic | ] |
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| | Evanescence :: Hello | ] | This is bothering me again, don't fucking l e a v e me here. I can't stand it.
Don't do this to yourself, I'll be there to catch your fall as you drop from the noose.
You already scared the shit out of me already, don't plan to do it again, because I hate it.
If you want to ask what this is all about, I may tell you. It all depends.
"Has no one told you she's not breathing?"
Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken. Hello. I am the lie, living for you so you can hide... don't cry. Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping, Hello. I'm still here, all that's left of yesterday... |
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| What the hell did I do to deserve all of this? |
[Dec. 19th, 2004|01:53 am] |
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| | crappy | ] |
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| | Slipknot :: Diluted | ] |
Changed shit around again. I'm a damn perfectionist. The last one didn't 'look right', so I changed the theme. Can't hate on Joey though.
In other 'news': Jesus fucking Christ. I'm - sick - and - tired of being left out on shit. Just when you think it's all over, every single piece and shattered shard of all the negativity comes back and tries to weigh you down to your knees. It's just...brilliant. I thought I was something more than the little afterthought. |
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| It all seems so unreal. |
[Dec. 9th, 2004|09:23 pm] |
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| | sad | ] |
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| | Pantera :: Cemetary Gates | ] | I haven't posted in a while. This event was just too tragic to neglect. People are so stupid. This whole situation was just...unbelievable. It sickens me, I hope the suspect for this murder burns in hell for the damage he has caused.
 Darell "Dimebag" Abbott ((Pantera - Damageplan)) December 8th, 2004. Rest In Peace.
Reverend, reverend, is this some conspiracy? Crucified for no sins. An image beneath me. What's within our plans for life? It all seems so unreal... I'm a man couldn't have feel this world. Left in my misery...
The reverend he turned to me Without a tear in his eyes. It's nothing new for him to see. I didn't ask him why. I will remember... The love our souls had, Sworn to make. Now I watch the falling rain, All my mind can see, Now is your face.
Well I guess you took my youth. I gave it all away, Like the birth of a new-found joy. This love would end in rage. And when she died, I couldn't cry. The pride within my soul. You left me incomplete. Memories now unfold.
Believe the word, I will unlock my door. And pass the Cemetery Gates.
Sometimes when I'm alone I wonder aloud If you're watching over me. Some place far abound, I must reverse my life. I can't live in the past. Then set my soul free. Belong to me at last.
Through all those complex years, I thought I was alone. I didn't care to look around... And make this world my own. And when she died, I should've cried and spared myself some pain... Left me INCOMPLETE. All alone as the memories still remain.
The way we were. The chance to save my soul And my concern is now in vain. Believe the word; I will unlock my door, And pass the cemetery gates. |
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