Not Worthy of a Title

I have decided that as nothing interesting happens to me anymore I'm going to stop posting.
As devastated as you all may be, let me reassure you that if you pick up a fucking phone it will do roughly the same thing as reading this shit.
I'm not even a hundred percent sure why I started this damn account. Honestly, who the hell cares about my day to day bullshit? This seems a lot angstier than it actually is. As much as I was sure it would never happen, I guess I'm growing up. I'm just done.
Now before Phil wets himself, I assure you that I'll still comment and such. Just no more posts.
So that's that. If any of you don't have my new number it's 236-2630.

Party on wayne.

I honestly wish I could sleep.
I'm not enjoying my insomnia anymore. When before it was a fun way to warrant sneaking out and watching girls gone wild on late night cable, now I just feel like I'm in a haze no matter what. Nothing has sunk in in such an incredibly long time. I feel like Im watching my own life from an outside perspective. No matter what. Today I didn't know where I was spending the night, and it didnt occur to me to find out. I actually have reasons for not sleeping, but none I'm quite comfortable with revealing to the masses on livejournal. haha, see what I just did? Tooootally just teased you. Oh whatever, nobody pay attention to this. It's all just me grasping and at all my surviving neurons and trying to force them into writing a half coherant rant. Rebellious little fuckers aren't they?

well I've fucked up on an epic scale again.
I'm faced with losing my best friend in the entire world over a guy. For the past two years the three of us have been so close, we've been part of eachother. I know what I did was wrong, but there's no going back now.
I didn't think that things would end this way. I never thought it was going anywhere. And it didn't until I knew things were over between the two of you. I have no excuse for what I did, but I do know that if anything happens to end our friendship it can't be over something like this. Maybe if I like kill your mother (which I may cuz she's so damn rude), then maybe we won't be friends anymore, but over a guy? No way. I have more faith in our friendship than that. I know you won't want to talk to me for a while, and I totally understand that. I would be doing the same things if I were you. I'll be here when you want to talk again. I know you'll read this, and I love you. sorry man.

In december rosie, ariel and I were walking through the path on the way to ariel's house when we say about a loaf's worth of bread lying in the snow. The bread had been completely fucking butchered. Not just by a bird, like somebody had actually taken the mafia route and "cut it good". We stopped. We stared. We ran away screaming. We moved on with our lives.

Three weeks later it was whole wheat.

In the same spot on the path, there was a gaggle of masacred whole wheat bread. The signs were all pointing to a conspiracy. A month later it was pumpernickle. Same place, same condition, same everything.

Mini toast was found at a later time.

Two days ago it was an egg salad sandwich. If you have any information regarding this toast holocaust please contact me at 762-4916.

PS: The rumors are true, I found a house. I've never lived in a house before. HOORAH! I'll be holding a box social upon entry to the home.

aw man dont you hate it when the people you THOUGHT were your friends turn around on you and shit talk you.. but then they still pretend like they're your friends.... and then they try to steal all your other friends... and then you end up having no friends!:O. very complex. dont worry. i have the best friends in the world.. yeah..

i remeber when we were all grown up and had a grip, i guess as the years progress.. people turn more into bitches.. meh

This is a story, of a lonely flower, who wasted away because she was so damn lonely. She spent her summer days, writing songs that only her ears would ever hear. And she drew pictures that would make even van gough shed a tear, but sadly not a soal would ever see them but her own. She would spend long hours thinking up clever jokes, but only herself could ever appreciate them. Until one day, in the early days of spring, another flower blossomed from the ground beside her. Over the months the bud grew taller and stronger and wiser, and the two flowers grew quite close. They would sing songs together and draw portraits of one another and exchange jokes, and the lonely flower found she was not lonely anymore. She was grateful for a friend, for nothing could ever amount to the joy she felt over the past few months, she had made a true friend. Her songs no longer went unheard, and her paintings were admired, and finally her jokes were appreciated. But as the days grew colder and the nights grew fierce, the once lonely flower found herself wasting away. Her petals grew thin and colourless, and her stem grew week and brittle.... and as the two flowers tucked themselves away for the long winter. Only one would return for the spring ahead.

SOPHIA FOUND A HOUSE, SOPHIA FOUND A HOUSE! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SOPHIA FOUND A HOOOOUUUUUUUSE

HEEEEY EVERYBODY! im going to toronto! well im leaving at like 10ISH so i'll be gone soon. oh man im gunna miss everybody SO much, and im only leaving for what like TWO days. I LOVE YOU GUYSSS. that means EVERYONE even if im in a fight with you (TESSA) still love you XD. Oh yeah and im getting a drive instead of taking the bus, wich is pretty cool, but sucks at the same time cuz i was kind of excited.. but at least now theres a less likely chance of me getting raped! well i gots ta be getting on ma way. byebye everybody, if theres a computer in toronto that i have access to i'll check up, but if not i'll see you all when i get back!

love love LOVE you guys!
miss you ALL!
<3<3<3

well, im at sarah's house, and tessa's here, good fun :). Tessa is the love of ma life! she's here now (say hi). well rather then post a big long shit about nothing. i know sophia'll say something about the ker-azy russian guy. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. BYE

yeah yeah.. so it seems i shall be writing most of these god forsaken things until sophia finds a.. house?

man i never thought i'de find myself saying THAT :S. Well lets just all hope sophia gets out of that god forsaken shelter as soon as possible

It's not fun to stay at the YMCA.

I'm homeless. God fucking help me.
The entries shall slow until I find a place to live.

But I've befriended a prostitute, this should get interesting

my parents are retarted! they are so damn over pretected! it's like why dont they just wrap me up on bubble wrap and stick me in an air tight glass box to keep me away from the germs in the AIR!they are so fucking gay.... now their yelling at heather for not going to school enough. so im gunna make some popcorn and listen it

tata

wow.. you ever have one of those days where you feel so.. fucking... gross! ilke really you just want to go crawl into a hole or under a rock or somehting and never let anyone see you ever.. ever.. again. Yeah i had one of those days.. not to mention i think im losing all my friends.. well not all.. but the ones that matter.. and it really fuckign sucks. so maybe they wouldnt mind if i crawled under a rock and died... I'll go do that now........

Who the fuck invented comp class? I bet it was you mr. Mason. Yes you, the middle aged man staring at me from across the room. You know Im not working don't you? ah, but you can't see my screen from over there mr. Mason.
And I have the menu bar down. I'm using key shortcuts for everything. Even my msn-2-go. So yes mr. Mason. You can give me that intimidating stare for as long as you want. But you can't prove shit.

I WIN

it'ssssssssssssss MOTHERS DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!and i got off EASY! i just said i'de make dinner, and im just being nice for once. thats the good part about being a bad child. heh heh heh.... well im gunna go clean the hosue and make ice tea for my mother. XD

holy shit im not fucking dead! AHHHH! why was like.. everyone on the face of the plant searching for me :S. EVERYONE knows im irisponsible. DUUUUHHHHH. oh well. it's all good now XD.

oh yes, and sophia. my mother got the money for the conertygoodness, sooooooooo. If i give it to you can you pick mine up one day on the way home from school, pretty pretty please XD. i knew you'de say yes.

well, it's like 9:30 in the morning and im very tired, so bye. everybody. yeah. tired sdhjdnwk

So much tired. This is my day:
Wake up. Right away I know the day is going to suck. Why you ask? Because I'm concious. I go to school. I go to rideau with Tessa and Sam (who it turns out is really cool). We see Kate, Emily and Sasha (Who I am stalking...because I can...and I love her...). I go home.
Now here's where I get ass fucked.
I was tricked into working. Father figure was all "oooh, Im hosting a double feature down at the mayfair. You should come watch some free movies! It'll be nice. We'll be happy and love puppies and eat cotton candy and frolic in meadows amongst the baby deer and fluffy bunnies." I paraphrase of course.
Fast forward two hours I'm sitting behind a glass wall pushing tickets through a slot and saying "Hello. Is that for the one show or the two? Snack bar is through the doors and on the left. Yes, right up the stairs. Enjoy your show." over and over and over and over and over again.
Then my mom calls and tells me Rosie is fucking missing. And I can't get ahold of ANY of you cocksuckers all night. I finally walked down to the fokelore center and bugged people until they told me where lorie was. In turn, I found Hannah. But she's house sitting a la Alan's. So she (at alan's) and me (working) tried in vain to call everyone and try to find our friend. We failed. We decided not to think she's dead until tomorrow.

But on a super duper so-light-it-burns-my-eyes note. I got tickets to the horrorpops!!!! This is in fact a w00tenany. That's right bitch... 1337 worthy.

K SCRATCH THAT THIS IS SO MUCH MORE APRORIATE

Look at the stars; look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow

I came along; I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow

So then I took my turn
Oh what a thing to have done
And it was all yellow

And Your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know?
You know I love you so
You know I love you so

I swam across; I jumped across for you
Oh what a thing to do
'Cos you were all yellow

I drew a line; I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow

And your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know?
For you I bleed myself dry
For you I bleed myself dry


Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And all the things that you do

"The Scientist"

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are

I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart

Tell me your secrets
Ask me your questions
Oh, let's go back to the start

Running in circles
Coming up tails
Heads are a science apart

Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard

Oh, take me back to the start

I was just guessing
At numbers and figures
Pulling your puzzles apart

Questions of science
Science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart

Tell me you love me
Come back and haunt me
Oh, and I rush to the start

Running in circles
Chasing tails
Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
Oh, it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard

I'm going back to the start...


word mo' fucka