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Hard To Explain |
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I can't wait until I graduate so I can get away from this stupid high school bull crap.
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[14 Jan 2007|04:50pm] |
Well I'm standin' here, looking at you
What do I see?
I'm lookin' straight through.
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[07 Jan 2007|02:35pm] |
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Love You Madly - Cake |
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Tomorrow's school. I'm feeling good about myself. I need to study for the vocab quiz for Gleason tomorrow. He's having a baby. I want his kid to have these: I CAN'T READ & THAT'S HOW I ROLL.
All the dishes in the cupboard rattle
When the elephants arrive
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[26 Dec 2006|10:39pm] |
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This is complete bullshit!
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[24 Dec 2006|10:10pm] |
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Fidelity - Regina Spektor |
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I hung out with Ezekiel yesterday. It was really fun. We went to Old Sac and I thought I was going to get raped by an old bum. He opened my coke bottle & I was happy. He's gonna read this so I'm gonna skip all the juicy stuff & write about all the boring stuff. We went to G. Willikers & played with a bunch of toys there. He thought Macy's was really cool. Our trip to downtown wasn't as awkward as our phone conversations.
I'm talking to him on the phone right now.
It's kind of awkward.
& he still has my coke bottle. I'm kind of depressed but not really.
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[04 Dec 2006|05:42pm] |
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HATAMIYA'S YAPPING |
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OMG WHY DID EZEKIEL CUT HIS HAIR!!!!
It reminds me of freshman year when his hair was soooo short. I'm gonna cry. And bleach my hair, because he doesn't want me to do it. So I'm gonna bleach my hair some time this week, or this weekend. I like the keyboards at school, they're easy to type.. with? On? Something. UGHJHSDKFJHSJHDF. God, I'm so depressed now.
I'm gonna hang out with Rebecca during lunch because I feel like it. That's right, betches.
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[02 Dec 2006|07:04am] |
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Poison Oak - Bright Eyes |
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I'm really tired. I cracked out on Mai Tais with Rachel today. We're pretty awesome. I have pictures but I'm too lazy to upload them. Good night, and good luck. :)
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[24 Oct 2006|02:31am] |
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From A Balance Beam - Bright Eyes |
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I've been feeling really shitty lately.
... Yeah.
I've written just about fifteen sentences and deleted them fifteen times.
I feel.. discombobulated & flummoxed.
fuck.
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[10 Sep 2006|02:25pm] |
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Someday - The Strokes |
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Well, today marks the day where I have finished my first sewing project -- a bag.
( bag is here )
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[06 Aug 2006|01:11am] |
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Turn Into - Yeah Yeah Yeahs |
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Why boys are yucky and why we shouldn't date them:
It's true ladies, boys have cooties. Actually, this whole entry is pretty much biased because your darling Nuffball is not fortunate in the business of love. "You've had boyfriends in the past," you say. But that is where you are wrong. Not boyfriends. Friends with benefits. I thought I've found what high school love is. But boy, was I wrong, wrong, wrong.
Anyway, I am being very foolish. (I had a fantastic day, by the way). Unfortunately, it didn't go so well with what I thought was going to happen. I knew it would never happen, but I always have a little hope that at least something would happen.
And that paragraph probably just cofused the hell out of you.
I'd like to fill you in on what's going on, but this part of my life is kept quite private. And only my closest friends know what's going on. Then again, you might know because of the subject we're talking about right now...
Um... this didn't have anything to do with the title(ish thing), so let me rename it:
"Nuffy's confusing blog reminding herself how she fell head over heels for a ... guy."
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[05 Aug 2006|10:05pm] |
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Trying Your Luck - The Strokes |
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A few good reasons why I am not a good writer/blogger:
I am not a good writer because I tend to repeat myself quite a few times. (You'll catch on later). I am quite repetitive. I am not a good writer because I don't have a large vocabulary. I got this username by typing in "cool words" into google. Another legitimate reason why I am not a superb writer is because I'm not that skilled in school. I don't really use my brain. I am not a good blogger because I don't have a life. I don't have a life because my parents are rather overprotective and I am not a social butterfly. (Like Paris Hilton). (I lied about my parents being overprotective, by the way). I don't go out partying every night. Okay. I lied. (Again, sorry). I do have a life, just not a cool one.
I'm also not really into blogging because my personal life is rather boring, and my person life is, well, personal. I do not blog because I just simply am not a blogger. I am a photographer. I am a musician. I enjoy photography and music. And I do not enjoy spilling out my whole life into a little box on the screen in plain sight for everyone to read. Now, I know what you're thinking: "You don't need an exciting life to be a good blogger! You just have to be clever." Well kids, I am not clever, either. (sorry to break your hearts). I don't write cleverly or funnily or awesomely. I kind of just spill. Nothing clever about that. And, last but not least, I am a big, fat hypocrite.
I sometimes write the truth, and I sometimes lie. If you know me well enough, you'll know what's true and what's false.
So, ladies and gents, I hope that you have had --for lack of a better word-- fun reading my cleverly unclever blog about why I am such a horrible (and hypocritical) writer/blogger.
The end.
PS: Don't worry about me lying. I have an extraordinary and incredibly good conscience. I am a paranoidal freak.
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[01 Jan 2006|12:51pm] |
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First Day of My Life - Bright Eyes |
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89% PRIVATE.
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