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| Goodbye LJ! |
[26 Jan 2006|09:50pm] |
I'm abandoning LJ.
I've got Blogspot now. Sorry dears.
If you want the link, ask, and I'll send it to you if I want you reading it.
I'm keeping this journal to read friends journals and stuff still, but don't expect too many more posts.
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[25 Dec 2005|12:30pm] |
http://www.myspace.com/jloveb
Go there.
Read the comments.
I just was crying so hard for the like..hour and a half I as reading those.
I would be NOTHING without every single one of you.
I'm trying to imagine what I would do if any one of you were gone.
I want so badly to tell you all everything I want to tell you before it's too late,
but there's just so many of you.
If you want me to tell you everything, I will. Just leave a comment and I'll reply. I'll make comments screened...all nice and private. I will tell you EVERYTHING I have ever wanted to say to you. No regrets anymore. No holding back.
In return you must tell me everything you wanted to say to me. I will not get mad, I will not hate you. It won't change anything for bad.
If this was our last day, what would you say?
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[04 Dec 2005|04:13am] |
I think what I need right now is just someone here to actually be a friend.
I know you guys are there for me, but I'm sick of the fact that I don't think I've ever had a TRUE best friend. I mean, online and shit, yeah, but I've never had a friend here that I consider my actual best friend. I have plenty of friends, just...I am sick of never seeing anyone outside of school.
I always have stupid emotional breakdowns on breaks, and I still feel like I'm on break, even though I went to school for a day + 1st hour the next day.
I talked to one of my online guy friends, and I actually got to let out how I felt. It felt nice.
The only thing missing is that I can't find anyone here who can hold me and tell me it's going to be okay.
I want a friend who I can cuddle with and give little kisses on the forehead and cheek two without it being sexual at all. I want a friend I can tell anything to and know that they won't tell anyone. I want someone who will listen to me bitch for hours, and actually LISTEN. I want someone who can hang out with me once in awhile. I want someone who can be honest with me, and trust me. I want a fucking friend. A real friend. I don't mean to make you guys that are my friends in person to feel like I'm bitching at you, I'm not. I have so many awesome friends, but I'm just sick of it being a bunch of friends that I'm not extremely close to. I'd rather have 1 or two extremely close friends.
I am just sick of feeling lonely when I'm not.
I may act like a big fucking tough ass butch sometimes...but to be honest...
I just want someone to hold me and tell me everything's going to be okay. Not just to say it, but because they'll actually be there for me and help me make everything okay. I need someone to fucking love me. Fuck, even my own PARENTS don't fucking hug me. I just want to be fucking loved. And I'm not even talking about in a romantic way.
I know lots of people like me, and lots of people say they love me,
but I want someone to actually show me they love me.
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I love Conor ♥. I think he's the only one who can even come close to making me feel better..and he's not even here. He virtually held me, and just that made me feel better. I feel safer than I have in years when I'm talking to him. I know, fucking lame.
That leads me to this:
Part of me just needs the security of a friend. I don't think I've actually felt safe in years. I want to go to church. It's the only place I can think of that I really feel safe, other than in a friend's arms.
I hate being so insecure, I just need to feel safe for a little bit instead of feeling unstable, and like I have to handle everything on my own. I can't get through all the shit I have going on alone. Someone just fucking help me.
If you're going to church tomorrow, take me with you?
Or if not..just someone fucking give me a hug. A real hug. A love filled hug.
Shit, I need to cry. I hate not being able to.
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p.s. sorry for all this drama =\
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[30 Nov 2005|04:53pm] |
I feel more inspired to write today than usual. I don't know why. Maybe it's because life has been screwing me over more than usual lately.
I know you're all sick of hearing me bitch, but oh well. I think I have a right to lay out exactly how I feel, so that's what I'm going to do. If you're my real friend, then you won't just think of your own problems and you will hear me out.
Why is it only me who gets fucked when it comes to my friends making plans? I try so hard to find time to hang out with them. I simply want to spend maybe 2 hours with them or whatever, just so I can see and talk to them. We make plans, but does anyone ever follow through with them? No. What the fuck is that? You can make time to hang out with your other friends that you see almost every day, but you can't spare just a little bit of your time to hang out with me? Why is everyone always suddenly busy when it comes to me?
I am sick of being fucking replaced like that. Like I don't have fucking feelings. 2 people have especially fucked me with this lately. Why make plans if you're not going to follow through? You tell me you have it free, then suddenly last minute you decide that you have other things going on. Thanks, thanks a fucking lot. If you make plans, you should fucking stick to them. Okay, so I understand occasionally having to cancel. Alright. But pretty much EVERY FUCKING TIME? What is that!
I'm not saying I'm the only one whose plans fall through a lot, but I am damn sick of it. You could easily find a small amount of time to see me, couldn't you? And if you make plans with me, and then your other friend asks to hang out that day, don't fucking replace me. Is that too hard to do? Am I asking too much?
I've got a lot going on in my life right now. I've got more stress than any 15 year old should have to deal with.
I'm not saying that I'm alone in this, I know we all have fucking problems. So don't fucking tell me I'm feeling sorry for myself and thinking I'm picked on. We're all picked on and it's total fucking BULLSHIT.
I have to deal with too much shit to be fucked over this much, seriously. I am so fucking stressed out right now.
-Family
-School
-Money
-and a long ass fucking list of other personal problems.
I'm not asking for your fucking sympathy, all I'm asking is if you could cut me a fucking break!
It's not that hard, I'm just asking for this:
-Be HONEST with me.
-Make TIME for me.
-Treat me like your EQUAL, not like a shit-on.
If you're stressed out about shit, I understand. I am too.
If you have a lot of shit going on in your life, I understand. I am too.
But okay, that's no reason to be bitchy to me. That's no reason to be snappy with me. That's no reason to cancel plans with me. That's no reason to treat me like I'm fucking stupid. That's no reason to give me your fucking attitude. That's no reason to dump on me.
Come on, is it so hard to be NICE despite your stress and frustration?
No. If I can, you can.
If I can find time for you, you can find time for me.
Don't waste my time.
If I find you important enough to want to hang out with you - DON'T TAKE ADVANTAGE OF IT!
Don't make plans if you're not gonna follow through - I can't afford that shit anymore.
I'm sorry for being bitchy, but GOD, I just fucking snapped because seriously, this happens WAY too fucking much and I'm sick of this shit. I shouldn't be treated like this.
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[29 Nov 2005|02:00am] |
Streetlight flicker as I'm sitting alone.
The wind in the trees makes a beautiful tone.
The smoke's in my lungs and it's starting to burn,
but pain's part of life, that's the lesson I've learned.
Love and depression inspire me to write,
And love's not the feeling that is in me tonight.
I try to find words that are perfect to say,
but the words that I find are just short of okay.
November and December are the months of cheer,
but joy is the last thing I'm feeling this year.
I'm always the kid in the back of the crowd
sad and silent in the corner when everyone's carefree and loud.
I've fallen pretty hard for a few girls before,
but this one's got my head spinning into the floor.
Try as I might to leave these feelings behind,
I've always got her sitting in the back of my mind.
I've done all I can, and I'm still left alone,
and I've decided there's no use in pursuing a stone.
Stone doesn't move, and neither will she
she's got the feelings I do, just not for me.
If this world was one where wishes came true,
I'd wish that she had these feelings for me too.
But this world's full of heartbreak, sadness, and pain
and I've given up on trying, 'cause it's hurting my brain.
I'm gonna feel for her as long as I'm living,
but I have no chance, so up is what I'm giving.
There's a rhyming version of my thoughts right now.
Had a cigarette, it burned so bad I couldn't breathe, and there was a streetlight at the beach that kept on flickering. There was this nice little breeze and it was the only thing that sounded good to me.
I like her. I like her a lot. I did, I have, I will. Always. I know that, she knows that.
She knows just how I feel, but she can't do anything about it. I keep pushing it, and I know it, but shit's getting worse for her right now, and the last thing she needs is me bugging her. So fuck it, I give up.
I'll always like you, and I'll always be here when you're ready, whenever that may be, if ever.
But I understand, I've accepted, I'm not gonna get anywhere.
I'd keep it private for you. I'd wait forever for you. I'd do anything for you.
But, I know that regardless of all of that, I'm still stuck with little to no chance.
I'm done bugging you, after I give you this CD. I worked too hard on it to throw it away.
But you won't have to worry about me bugging you for feelings you will probably never have anymore.
Just friends. Okay. I'm fine with that.
I hope this takes a little weight off of your shoulders and helps ease some of that confusion. I don't like seeing you hurt. For you to be happy is all I want - and if that means I have to fuck off - so be it.
No this isn't about Shell, or Merrissa. Fuck no this isn't about Liz. This isn't about any of the girls I've dated/whatever recently.
Very few of you will know who this post is about, but good. As long as she knows it's about her.
One last note to her: You're gorgeous. And I don't mean it as a come on, I say it because it's true, and I hope you believe it when I tell you that.
P.S. Forgive me if there are any spelling or grammatical errors in here, I know they give you a headache.
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[24 Nov 2005|04:19pm] |
Wrote this awhile ago. maybe a week ago? something like that. Just did some editing today and turned it from poem to song.
I can picture us already.
I'm holding you in my arms.
Silence, save for a few cars passing by, passing by.
Our bodies shaking;
Cold shivers down our spines.
But, you keep me warm enough.
Horizon's pink, sun is setting.
I swear, when you speak,
we're traveling faster than everyone,
because hours just fly by.
Dark comes; clear sky.
You can see most of the stars,
but the streetlights block our view sometimes.
We sit together and watch the sky.
And I'm still shaking,
but not much from the cold anymore.
More from anticipation and hesitation.
My nerves, they shake in my skin.
More from anticipation and hesitation.
And the sky's still clear.
I'm looking for a shooting star
to wish apon,
but they never comes for us.
No, they never come for us.
I beg myself in my head
to maybe gather enough courage
to just lean in and kiss you.
"Take a risk, kid,
what's the worst that can happen?"
Nothing,
but that's what I'm afraid of. (x2)
Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of.
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[19 Nov 2005|02:08pm] |
I wrote my mom a letter. I apologized for how I treat her.
I want to thank Sarah Q...because what you said to me the other day..it really made me start thinking about how I treat my mom...and led me to write this.
I made another journal and posted this to it, and put the link to it on sticky note that I stuck on her word search.
( Dear Mom, )
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[14 Nov 2005|10:35pm] |
Hey, I know I've asked this before, but I'm asking again...
Anyone willing to let me photograph them? I've wanted to try to improve my photography skills with people. Please?
I can't pay you or anything, but if you like any of the pics, I'll print them for you =D
Contact me Via AIM - FallxNights21 or call me.
&& leave a comment if you're interested..or at least willing.
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[09 Nov 2005|04:38pm] |
Is it too early to say I love you?
Even if I don't mean it in that way?
Is it okay if I just love you like a friend,
but like you a lot as more than one?
Is it okay if I write your name in my binder?
Is it alright if I see you when close my eyes?
Tell me, is it fine with you if I think that we'd go perfect together?
'Cause we have a lot in common,
and your looks are what I'm looking for.
Your personality's addicting.
And your sense of humor compliments mine.
Is it okay if I take your soft hands in mine?
Is it alright if I stare into your deep blues?
Now, tell me, is it fine if I kiss you?
I don't want this to scare you, but it probably will.
I don't want to miss you, but I do.
-Brittany Dunning-
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And yeah, I know I write about love too much.
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[28 Oct 2005|12:04am] |
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( For Megan ♥ )
Oh yeah, I don't know if any of you will notice, but I pierced my left ear last friday with a safety pin in the band room right before the game. The cartilege of it. You know, up top. Now I have one of my old earrings in it. I think it looks good...I dunno you tell me.
[edit] oh yeah, for those who want to know about my dad:
He was good when I left the hospital. Surgery went real good. He's just kinda sore. Doctor said that they figured out how to fix it without moving it to the other side of his chest, so he can prolly come back tomorrow =) The only things he was complaining about is staying in the hospital, being in pain, and most of all, that they shaved his chest.
Dad:"Why the fuck did they have to shave me!? I need chest hair! I'm a man!"
Mom:"See, Britt, you have to have chest hair to be a man."
Me:"HEY"
Dad:"Or in your case, an operation"
Me: *walks out of room*
which brings me to my next thing:
I am accepting what I am now.
Yes, I like girls. Yes, I like my vagina. Yes, I like my body. Yes, I like life right now...but..
Now I know a great majority of you are going to be unaccepting and not understand, but I'm positive now that I am transgendered.
trans·gen·dered Audio pronunciation of "transgender" ( P ) Pronunciation Key (trns-jndrd, trnz-) also trans·gen·der (-dr)
adj.
1. Appearing as, wishing to be considered as, or having undergone surgery to become a member the opposite sex.
2. Of or relating to a transgendered person or transgendered people.
No, I don't want an operation. I don't want a penis. I don't need one. I'm fine just how I am, but now I really know who I am inside. I always knew, I guess, I just didn't want to tell anyone, becuase I know how 'weird' everyone thinks it is.
Don't like it? Fuck you.[/edit]
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[26 Oct 2005|08:45pm] |
Alright, well...as if any of you care, but things are absolute shit for me.
My love life is fucked, I'm lonely, I'm run down, I'm in physical, emotional, and mental pain, and pretty much everything just keeps going downhill.
I broke down crying in school today, and Rachael Foy and I ended up missing like all of band practice because we were sitting together and talking and crying in the girls locker room together..she made me feel a lot better, but a lot worse at the same time.
So supposedly Katie Foy is saying I fingered her to like everyone? Because like 5 people asked me about it today. NO! I FUCKING DIDN'T! SHE'S ONE OF MY BEST FRIEND'S LITTLE SISTER! SHE IS LIKE MY LITTLE SISTER! NO! NO! NO! She is so fucking little..just NO!
In other news, I smoked entirely too much today, and I have a feeling I will be for a few days. I'm not going to school tomorrow. My dad is getting surgery. In case you don't know, my dad's defibulator isn't working. The lead in the vain like disconnected or something..so he's going to have to get it removed and put through his fucking juggular. Oh, yeah, and he's going to be in the hospital for a few days, instead of just a day because of the faulty thing instead of just the bad battery. I have seriously cried entirely too much today. Me being on my period isn't helping either.
Life is just..not good right now.
My schedule so far:
Tomorrow: Hospital pretty much all day with my mom.
Friday: School - Band practice until 5:45 - Prolly not home until 6:30 - whatever.
Saturday: Get up at 10ish - Get ready and be to school at 11am. - Practice and such - Band competition - Home. I shouldn't be home too late on Saturday, but I think we might work at Haunted forest so, I might actually be out really late. Depends.
Sunday: I might go do volunteer work with Jessie Hartfoot (sp?) at this place working with horses =D! YAY HORSES!
Yeah. I'm done.
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[05 Oct 2005|06:22pm] |
I hate this. Why am I so jealous? Why do I keep looking when I know it's going to upset me. Something's wrong with me, I swear.
On a different note:
Two months, it better happen. Please God, I need this. I need her.
And it's probably not even going to fucking happen because I can't get the fucking money. This sucks.
I'm addicted as hell to cigarettes...and I ask for money from my parents to "get food" while at places, when actually I just use it to buy cigarettes...when I could do the same thing and save it for December..but NO..People bitch at me all the time "quit smoking and you'll get the money." Yeah, I know, but if it were that easy, I'd do it. No matter how much I love her, my body is addicted, and the withdrawls are painful as fuck, and I need a cigarette. My mind and my heart needs her, but everything else needs cigarettes. Whatever, I'm gonna try and quit. I love her enough to.. But I've been smoking for around 8 years. Not straight, I guess, becuase I did quit for awhile..so I guess it's more like 7. Whatever, still a long time. And it's hard to get over, so I can't just DROP it..I know I shouldn't be asking for money from people when my own money goes to cigarettes, but I am TRYING to quit, and the money you give goes into the Shelley fund, as does whatever extra money I find, and the way I pay for cigarettes is just taking my returnables back/ saving change my friends give me at lunch because they hate change/ sometimes my parents give me money to get food when I go to the mall and shit.
So I'm not asking you for money because I'm too lazy, or too selfish to quit smoking, it's simply because I'm trying my hardest and failing to quit, and it's hard as hell. It hurts that people see it as I'm putting cigarettes before her..but I'm really not. I only get like a pack every like week...which is a LOT better than the carton I was getting every week. So I'm trying guys. Don't tell me that I shouldn't be asking for help because of something I honestly can't help. Don't tell me I can just quit. I can't.
I AM doing everything I possibly can tolerate in order to get the money to see her. But It's not enough. Not alone. I need help. So, will someone help me?
Either help me get money to go see Shell in December, or maybe try and help me quit smoking? Or both?
I'm not asking for that much..just like...put some change in a jar each day, or whatever and send as much as you can. I'm not asking for much..I'm not saying to spend all your money on me..just whatever you can spare. Even if it's only like a dollar, every little bit helps. And no, no donation money goes to my cigarettes. Once money goes into the shelley fund, it doesn't come out. I don't even take a dollar or anything. It stays, and I will not let myself spend any cent of that money.
I really need this guys. I'm not going to let this fall through. It HAS to happen. I need this to happen.
I have never loved someone this much in my entire life. I've never felt like this in my entire life. I've never needed anything as bad as I need to be with her. I'm dying not being able to see her now..and I have to wait two months...and if that doesn't happen, god knows when I'll be able to see her.
I am down on my knees. I am fucking begging all of you. If you have anything extra, please, PLEASE help me here.
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| To everyone who loves me.... |
[21 Aug 2005|05:19am] |
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If you love me, which of course you do...you will all get jars...and label them "Brittany fund" or something awesome like that. Anddd you will collect change every opportunity...and give me it...for my trip to Cali in December...because I'm love bitchess, and I HAVEEE to be with her...please help. PLEASE!
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[19 Aug 2005|09:33pm] |
Mon. August 22 | Detroit, MI
Alvins (5756 Cass 48201)
Alucard, Silverstein, Evergreen Terrace, I Am The Avalanche, and Scary Kids Scaring Kids
Doors at 7pm, $10, all ages
Who wants to take me to that show?
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[16 Aug 2005|09:53am] |
A little bit of creativity, a little bit of boredom, and 2 parts morbid insanity.
I got really bored earlier...and one of the themes for one of my communities right now is makeup...and I fucked up on the makeup...but then got an idea.
( only the good die young )
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[09 Aug 2005|03:42am] |
*sigh* another one of those damn poems that come to me while I'm right about to FINALLY get to sleep..
( untitled for now, any ideas? )
Opinions are nice, as long as they're not too harsh :-)
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[07 Aug 2005|02:00am] |
What do you guys think I should do to my hair next?
A) Shave the back off, and cut the top shorter..basically making it a faux hawk.
B) Totally just buzz my hair
C) Keep it how it is (but re-dye it pinkish-red)
( Pics for reference )
Please everyone give your input.
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| I hate my family, but GOD do we have our moments sometimes... |
[06 Aug 2005|06:59pm] |
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Man, so we all ate dinner together for once...watching That 70's Show..and we are all talking..and saying about how much my mom looks like kitty (she really does!)..and who my dad would be...
Me: Hey, if you gave him a perm and a leisure suit..he could be Bob.
Dad: Just because my name is Bob, doesn't mean I'm anything like him!
Josh: I think we'd have to strap dad down to give him a perm.
Dad: I think I'd kill myself..or you.
Me: Dad, you know you had a perm in the 70's
Dad: NO!
Me: The "shag"
Dad: NO!
Mom: He had "the poof" ...he parted his hair way over here and puffed up the top.
Me: You married him with THAT hair?
Mom: No, I met him when he was 26, thankfully he had decent hair then. Can't be a hairdresser with a boyfriend with hair like THAT.
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Josh: What ever happened to Debbie?
Mom: Well, she had a few more kids...and her husband was like a pothead roofer..
Me: *looks over at Josh and starts laughing*
Mom: What?
Me: Pothead roofer...
Josh: Hey, well my sister's a pink haired lesbian with hairy legs and emo glasses. I think I win.
God, we are entertaining. Right after that some weird ass commercial came on...
"Stop treating me like a dead shrub, Nancy, I'm going to get through this"
Then I came down here.
But yeah, the hairy legs thing ...yeah, I haven't shaved in like 2 weeks..so fuck him. Whatever! Hey, he doesn't shave his legs, why should I have to shave mine?...Plus, I'm growing it out to piss of my mom. Along with my sideburns.
Anyways...today has been a pretty damn decent day. Woke up at like 12:40, talked to Shelley, for a bit, then talked to some other kids, got up and watched TV..ate dinner...now I'm bored. I had a point to updating this, but now I forgot it. Eh, whatever.
There's a few weeks before Summer's done...who wants to chill before school starts back up?
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[02 Aug 2005|08:24pm] |
I'm being stupid and emo today..blahh. I keep having fucked up dreams... I've had the same dream for the past 4 nights..and it's the same one I used to have for 2 weeks before my dad had his heart attack... It's like..gremlin things are running around...and my doors won't lock...and everyone around me is dying...and then I'm all alone in a room with Amanda..(okay, this is weird..because I used to be all completely alone in the dream..)...and we're there..terrified...surrounded by these fucking gremlin things...and they attack and I can actually *feel* them ripping me apart...and then I wake up..
Speaking of Amanda..I really hope we can meet up while I'm in Mass...that is..if I do in fact still go to Mass...I have yet to talk to Jen about that...
GAH!! MY PARENTS ARE BEING ANAL WIPESSS!!!
In other news, I never got my plugs in the mail..which sucks because I can't gauge my ears up until I get plugs..I have a taper but no plugs! Anyone have any 0 gauge plugs they could lend me?
ANYWAYS!!!!!!!!!!! ON WITH THE PHOTOS!!!!!!!!!!
( Camp! (105 pics) )
( Erica's )
( WARPED! )
At the Shira Girl show they had a dancing contest... I recorded a few of the contestants:
They are all sideways though..because I'm a dumbass and I keep forgetting that you can only take PICS sideways and not videos...blah...
1. http://www.zippyvideos.com/146902636766245.html
2. http://www.zippyvideos.com/186215763766255.html
3. Okay this one..there was this guy...who was like a gay boy...except he went by vanessa...and he liked chicks...so we think he was like a lesbian trapped in a man's body or something?
http://www.zippyvideos.com/47136708766265.html
Then after warped, we went to ( Arby's! )
We ended up getting lost...and so we just went back to her dad's house and I stayed there for a night.
Anyways, here's some videos!
Erica's brother dancing/ Erica: http://www.zippyvideos.com/32939642766165.html
Erica rapping to snoop dog in the car..lmfao: http://www.zippyvideos.com/27160150766175.html
After warped, we played with this one like..cow flashlight thing..that moos..and it was Erica's little sister Aeris's toy..but it was low on batteries so it sounded all weird and we played with it...and the 2 funniest videos were too big to fit, so these are the other 2...still funny as hell though:
1. http://www.zippyvideos.com/18669210766195.html
2 (the doll one): http://www.zippyvideos.com/175739435766215.html
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[09 Jul 2005|04:13pm] |
So I couldn't sleep last night.
I laid in bed for like 3 hours.
Then finally I got up and took pictures of the sunrise.
And other random shit.
Then I finally passed out at like 7:30 AM
I woke up today to my parents fighting.
That's all they've been doing for the past 2 days.
Dad sits me down and talks to me and tells me he's divorcing mom.
If my parents get a divorce, I can pretty much say goodbye to this house.
I fucking love this house, I've lived here for 10 years.
I know every crack and hiding spot in this house.
If my parents get a divorce, my mom will not get a fucking job.
Therefore, my dad's check will get split in half.
That means both parents would have to live in shithole apartments.
Greeaaaaaat.
On top of all of this, I don't know who I'll live with.
I hate both of my parents, but they have their good points.
Good points:
My dad and I hardly ever fight.
We listen to (pretty much) the same music.
He's almost never home. (I like alone time)
He thinks I should get everything I ask for. (pretty much)
He's a partier
My mom is starting to accept that I'm gay.
I can convince her to let me do pretty much anything that I want.
She can be really cool and fun sometimes.
She trusts me and knows I'm more mature than my age.
She'll probably let me get piercings and tattoos.
Bad points:
My dad treats me like I'm a little kid.
He doesn't think I should be allowed to concerts or out of state.
He doesn't accept that I'm gay, and thinks I'm pretending.
He bitches at me way bad when I wake up/stay up late.
He doesn't know like ANYTHING about me.
He's extremely egotistical and perverted.
(^^in case you wondered where I got it from)
He has extreme anger issues. (as do I)
My mom is a raging psychotic bitch.
She is selfish and conceited.
She bitches that I eat too much. (when I actually eat)
Her and I CONSTANTLY fight about everything.
She's extremely immature and annoying.
She bitches if she doesn't get her way.
She has severe anger issues, and has a tendency to hit me. A lot.
Whenever she's upset, she takes it out on me.
As soon as my dad's gone, my brother will show up at my mom's doorstep.
BLAH. I think I'm going to live with my dad.
Whatever, will someone please come get me?
Or something?
I need to get out of this house.
Like seriously.
Fuck, I should stop asking.
It's quite obvious none of you around here give a fuck about me.
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