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my heart beats twice for you
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[05 Mar 2003|09:58pm] |
new journal folks : ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=88.8) _xoagogo
its friends only and im deleting this one really soon
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[05 Mar 2003|06:47pm] |
new journal folks : _xoagogo
its friends only and im deleting this one really soon
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[04 Mar 2003|11:55pm] |
I really don't even know where to begin. My life is such a fucking mess these days. Boyfriend here, friends here, family there, School work there. I've come to the conclusion that high school is phenomenal. I really don't know why anyone would hate it. So many awesome people, so many funny things that happen. School is great. I mean yes I know it's school & it doesn't tickle my fancy some days, but Honestly. I love going. My brain is like this huge sponge & I feel the need to fill it with so much information all the time. I'm beginngin to fall in love with math. That class just sucks me in & I never want to leave. I'm about 4 sections ahead of my class & I don't ever stop taking notes. I've written 3 pages front & back on 3 sections. How unhealthy is that? I don't know. I'm not very good at math, but I could take math notes all day. Plus Mister Rushano is a great teacher. Sure he's got man boobs & freaks out about weird things, but I love the man & his silly math jokes.
Tomorrow is our history feild trip. We are going to The Summit to see Gods & Generals. People are all like : Y'all are SO lucky!. No, we aren't. We had to read that fucker first, & let me just tell you how boring a 456 page book with small print is, oh & its about war. ACK-- I hated it so much. We are also going to eat at Outback. Gay. I'm, glad we are eating at a Steakhouse & I'm a vegetarian. Hot. I also don't like the fact that my teacher doesn't know anything. I have taught the class like three times, & I kid you not. All he does to prepare us is make us read the textbook, do section reveiws, he gives out what he calls "Cheap Notes" Where we fill in the blanks of a small note section, & we play trashball, where he basically read the test to us. I mean as a person he's great and funny, & he loves mullets. But as a teacher. ACK Hate hate hate.
Today in school we got out an hour early to go watch a stupid baseball game against our rivals. You know what I did? Sat in the English lab & typed my research paper with my teacher to talk to. I really dislike sports at my school. Mainly because they get everything, all of our money goes to fund their shit, & our choral/drama/art departments get ZERO dollars. Sure our facilities are awesome, but our school is a year old & it cost about 53 million to mkae, what do you expect? We have to raise everythign in choir, e v e r y t h i n g. The cheerleaders shit gets bought for them, as does our baseball players. God, Alabama sucks on that note. Why don't people realize you put so much into sports when I bet not even 1/8 of our athletes will ever play again after college, high school even. Yes, It does teach you teamwork & shit, but why give thousands upon thousands of dollars to fun a childs uniform & ability to play. Seriously, I think we buy new uniforms for atletics every year. Our cheerleaders have 10 uniforms, TEN. We have ONE choir dress & 2 show choir outfits. Both of which we had to buy. Did the cheerleaders have to buy theirs? NOPE. Fuck that. FUCK THAT.
On a better note Josh enlightened me tonight : Twothirtyeight on March 28th. That is so hott. I love twothirtyeight. When I saw them in November they were awesome, so I'm expecting they'll kick ass that night too. Oh music, how I love thee. I think music is my first true passion. I could sing all the time. Not only that, I pretty much do. Oh and I don't care what you fucks say, I AM GOING TO BE ON AMERICAN IDOL NEXT TIME. How I would love to be a singer. LOVE LOVE LOVE.
Today Josh picked me up from school. He's wonderful. We went to his home & cuddled & such. What a doll that child is. I don't think I've ever wanted to hug someone so much when I'm around them. He just makes life slow down for the few hours im ever with him. We ate dinner at his home. Rice, bread, & beans. I loved it. There was also bbq chicken that I was mighty tempted to eat, but I refrianed. We went to Wal-Mart, he got a new belt = HOT, & I got a fake rose = HOT. All in all this evening went smoothly. 4 hours of fun. <3
Well this Friday I am having a bunch of people over. It's always fun when I do that because everyone always has a good time. Hopefully things will work out for 2 "couples." I've gotten pretty good at this matchmaking stuff. I've still got people to set up with people, but out of the 2 pairs I've set up all I've gotten is good feedback. :giggles: I love setting people up. Anyways back to Friday, if you live near Hoover, come. Especially if I haven't seen you in a while, like Homewood folk should come. Oh & if you are already coming, bring $4 bucks for dinner. We order pizza & cokes. You can stay as late as you want but if you need to stay the night tell me soon. Bring movies too, our selection isn't the greatest.
Oh man also tomorrow after school I'm going shopping. Mainly for new bras. How gay? I just bought new ones in November & my boobs are already bustin out. I hate being "blessed" or whatever the fuck you weird people call it. I'm so ready for this reduction. So damn ready. You have no idea how obese these fuckers make me feel. They add a good 17 pounds onto my weight, stretch my skin, push my stomach fat together giving me an unattractive pooch, cause me to not be able to wear things, ache, make summer a living hell, get unwanted attention, give me horrid back pains, put deep grooves in my shoulders from the straps & just all together fucking suck. Please girls, don't ever wish large boobs upon yourself. I am telling you right now, THEY ARE HORRIBLE. See, look, I'm crying. Frustration is a bitch I tell you.
Anyways I've decided that freshman are so annoying. There are a slelect few I like, a lot. But then there are the girls who think they are the shit, & that just totally pisses me the fuck off. Like today, I'm walking down the hall & this girl, Elizabeth I think thats her name, is right infront of me and just stops to talk to her friend, so I run into her trying to get past her ass and she just look sat me like I'm satan. I'm just like, OKAY IM SORRY I RAN INTO YOUR JIGGLY ASS. Fuck her. I hate seeing freshman girls' thongs. I hate seeing anyones thong for that matter, but freshman girls just make me want to puke. They think it's so damn cool to be slutty and dress slutty, and I just think its funny. I'm like please wear the tightest pants the Body Shop has, make sure your hott pink thong sticks out, and wear the lowest cut shirt you can find. Also do not forget to load on all the make up you can get your grubby little paws on and wear shoes that make you walk like you've got a broomstick up your ass. Not that a broomstick up the ass isn't too unfamiliar to one of you. Oh wait, that wasn't a broomstick, oops I confused broomstick witha senoir's dick, sorry. Nasty people.
Well on that lovely note I'm headed off to bed. I love you all mkay? And friends lets comment on Mallory's thoughts, not just her photos. Please?
( I feel like half the people on my list just added me to look at photos.)
DOES ANYONE HAVE A CODE I COUDL HAVE, I WANT A NEW JOURNAL...THIS ONE IS GETTING OLD !!!
Thanks lovelies.
hugs + kisses
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[03 Mar 2003|11:26pm] |
There's a place that I travel
When I want to roam,
And nobody knows it but me.
The roads don't go there
And the signs stay home,
And nobody knows it but me.
It's far far away
And way way afar,
It's over the moon and the sea,
And wherever you're going
that's wherever you are.
And nobody knows it but me.
-Patrick O'Leary
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[03 Mar 2003|10:49pm] |
i love you
i hate today.
i hate assholes.
i hate worry.
i hate school.
i hate people who find themselves superior.
i hate jerks.
i hate cold weather.
hatehatehate.
...and josh :
nothing has altered anything in out relationship.
nothing at all.
i love you a whole bunch.
you are p e r f e c t.
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[03 Mar 2003|05:27pm] |
today was silly.
"I DIDNT EVEN KNOW I HAD MUSCLES THERE"
: laughs :
pictures foo:
baby cuz imma thug :
kevin likes tight poon.
as does allan :
me: well hey there titanic necklace.
alison : hey...shirt.
:blank stare:
ME AND ALISON ARE SO EMO.
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[03 Mar 2003|03:12pm] |
josh
post an entry with a message to me:
i can read it in the compute lab up until 3:35
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[03 Mar 2003|07:32am] |
oh sweet lord; i must have these.
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[03 Mar 2003|06:42am] |
katherine hepburn was so hott.
i want her.
if you havent seen Bringing Up Baby, you must see it.
I laughed so hard I almost peed myself.
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[02 Mar 2003|11:44pm] |
:sigh:
i really love my boyfriend.
hes special to me. and i care about him a lot. hes one person that calls no matter what. one person that listens to me be dumb. one person that does cute things for me. one person i care so much about. hes given me so much in these past months. i love you josh. a whole lot.
twodaeee :
did all my laundry.
went over to joshs.
he brought me cheese dip cause i was craving it.<3
we cuddled and made megacuteness.
i miss him already, how sad is that.
i smell like you josh.
im not washing this shirt until i see you again.
MALLOCUP + JILLYBEANS = HOTT SECKSEE BEST FRIEND CANDY NICKNAMES.
my friends, boyfriend, and family are all great.
I LOVE YOU ALL
( idea stolen from : photo_album eek i loved it.)
kisses and love to all of you.
I WANT TO HAVE ALL OF YOUR CHILDREN AND GET MARRIED TO ALL OF YOU,
MKAY?
thanks. that is all.
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[02 Mar 2003|12:11am] |
GLAMOUR CARLEE, G L A M O U R.
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[01 Mar 2003|04:54pm] |
new belt : HOT.
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[01 Mar 2003|02:12am] |
no one realizes the importance of being earnest.
no pun intended there. i really can describe how much people in general mean to me. ive grown up in a hard hard life. i didnt always have running water or power to go home to. nowadays things are great. but i also realize how easily all this could be taken away from me. that is why i care so much about what other people think and feel about me. because when all our materialistic things are gone, only emotions remain. people tell me all the time i care way too much about what other think about me, and all i can do is agree. ive tried to change, but i cant. peoples opinions no matter who they are matter to me. like see i act liek i dont care that people dont like me, but i cried my eyes out about it tonight. i really dont think its a BIG problem in my life, but it bothers some people. thats also why im easy to tell someone how i feel. because i know how easily things change and how fast the change as well. ive just got to get things out in the open as soon as they appear. leaving things inside myself is like an emtional time bomb, give it anough time, and like tonight it will erupt. not in anger but in sadness. i wish everyone really would like me althought i KNOW it wouldnt happen. and I wish i didn't have beef with YOU but it just works that way. im trying my hardest to get used to rejection, and i think i might be getting better, but look for now, dont punish me for the way i am. in admitting it : I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH NOT BEING ABLE TO ACCEPT PEOPLE DISLIKING ME. there. i said it.
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[28 Feb 2003|05:02pm] |
today was the choir competition.
weee.
our choir made it to state.
we went to the mall for lunch,
today was wayyy funny :
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHFUCKFUCKFUCK JILL YOU LIGHT UP MY LIFE.
( MANY MORE HERE )
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[28 Feb 2003|06:55am] |
yesterday;
was dumb.
today is choir concert type competition type deal.
1. competition
2. lunch at the mall
3. no school. weeeee.
heres pictures from yesterday :
please ignore my eyes in pretty much all of the pictures : i dont really have raccoon sacks.
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[27 Feb 2003|09:09pm] |
i love you so much jill.
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