| mmmm French Class |
[28 Sep 2006|10:10am] |
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Sitting on the computer in french class....
listening to Cloud Stife.
http://www.purevolume.com/cloudstrife
editttt
The only time I update this is at school. Hah.
I'm in Microsoft office, and we don't get to listen to music and what not =/
BYE.
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| hoarxgoarszm |
[20 Sep 2006|11:34am] |
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that is the word me and kristie just invented.
along with bonerpants.
supwerehardcore?~~!!!1
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| sup hardcore kids. |
[07 Sep 2006|11:42am] |
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I'm at school right now. That makes me pretty hardxcore.
Typing class is lame.
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| no justice, no peace! |
[27 Aug 2006|04:12am] |
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From First to Last - Regrets and Romance |
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Today, I was once again a part of something bigger. There was a protest, in Swissvale, against police brutality and racism. I was there showing my support for the people of Swissvale who have to deal with asshole cops on a daily basis.
Do you know how amazing it feels to be doing your part to try to end something horribly wrong? Its an amazing feeling, and if you haven’t already experienced it, I hope you do sometime in your life time. Seriously kids, go out, take to the streets and fucking fight for what you believe in.
Imagine what this world would be like if no one ever stood up for what they believed in. If everyone just did whatever their leader told them too. The world would be so much different and there would be so much more hate and injustice.
www.indymedia.org/
go to your local indymedia site an get involved!
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[26 Aug 2006|06:08am] |
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AFI - I Wanna Get a Mohawk (But My Mom Won't Let Me Get One) |
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For the first half of 6th grade, I was in a private all girls’ boarding school. In the dormitory, we all were like sisters, but I did have two girls who I guess were my closest friends. The one girl, April, left the school about 3 months before I did. All three of us hated it there. Kala, the other girl, is still there. I checked the website about 5 minutes ago. She made an amazing piece of artwork.
April had been sent there because her parents were rich and they didn’t want to watch her. Pretty much the classic poor little rich girl. Kala’s mother had sent her there because she had gotten caught cutting herself and I guess her mother couldn’t handle it. I was there because my mom had gone to an all girls’ boarding school and she thought that it would be an experience I needed to have.
Some days we would get bored and leave our dorm in the afternoon and walk to the small town near by. I loved these walks. We could talk how we normally world, and not have to worry about the constant surveillance there was on campus. We felt free as soon as we stepped on to the sidewalk away from the prison that others called school.
On these walks we spoke of many things. Sometimes we told stories of our hometowns. Other times we just talked about life in general. At the time I thought we were so deep and amazing, but really, I was only 11, Kala was 12 and April was 13, how deep could we have been? Looking back on those conversations, they were just basic preteen melodrama, but I would give anything to be able to talk to them again.
Because despite how silly they seem now, those conversations meant the world to me then. And because being able to tell someone everything about yourself and everything that you think is the greatest thing in the world. We all understood each other because we were all in the same situation. We were at a place we didn’t want to be and we all had some kind of family trouble that made being at home hard.
The only place we could ever go and feel slightly better is a small town on a sunny afternoon.
http://www.andrews-school.org/as-images/acad/slides/ms_4.jpg
^Kala’s painting.
http://www.andrews-school.org
^The school website.
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| I already have an online journal thing |
[22 Aug 2006|02:31am] |
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And its not on livejournal. Its on xanga. I'm getting a new one, though.
I'll give you the link once I change it.
Anyway. I need to use this bad boy for something, so I'm going to use it to remember important things of my past. Well, important to me, I guess.
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