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Name: Jane with a Y[argh]
Birthday: 4/18/1990
Interests: Koreans. Violin Players. Left Handed People. British Accents. Scottish Accents. Ewan Mcgregor. Swimmers. Tennis Players. Track guys. Band Nerds. Archery! Koreans! Violin players! KOREANS!!! VIOLIN PLAYERS!!!! OMFG!KOREANS!!! OMGF!VIOLINPLAYERS!
Expertise: .... I'M GOOD AT SOMETHING?!
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Member Since:
5/25/2004
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| I did some writing today. It felt vigorating and its nice to read it over again. I love writing, even if my writing style is shit.
I can't see why you'd live here. In a place where they judge you by
your face, your face, with not a trace, of anything remotely natural,
used to be a blank space, oh space, yea great space. The space its
great with little amount of grace or air, the air here it isn't air. It
sticks in your lungs it dyes your hair. Which you twirl in your finger
tips, another plane on a great trip, smells like jet fuel and gasoline,
lets try to build time machines. Acid trips and cheap thrills, buck for
booze and another for a bag of pills. For pills, for pills, what's that
book you read? You read, i slept, they softly crept around the cabin
while the digitized pictures on the screens wept. You tried to speak, i
just wanted to sleep, gotta wait another week for more gastly air, for
more condescending stares, for more mesmerizing glares, from judgers,
lovers, god damn tree huggers. That book you read, i read, it said, no
one mourns for the dead! I like its lies like her eyes, i like the lies
it tries to reapply into our minds before we find the truth that lies
tucked behind the fence that confines the poor, the wicked, and the
blind. So then i read and then you slept with an altitude of many
miles, gotta sleep, gotta wait awhile, for another chance, don't stick
your feet in the aisle. with my artistic styles and your many computer
files, we'll make it, yea it's all worthwhile, another shitty writing
style, another book thrown out the turnstiles. For a while i guess its
fine, the landing, damn it realigned the 37 bones combined that line up
right inside my spine. We're all fine, we're out of the plane like an
assembly line, with hands intertwined, crossed over the international
date line, looking for another line, we spend to much time waiting in
lines all our lives. Jet lag, hand bag, dog tag, name tags, computer
lag, straight into a body bag. We left our souls on the plane, up in
the air, sitting in the leaned back chair, where it goes, i won't know,
to and fro, over yonder cross great white snow, seein home even so, it
won't come back til its ready to let go. It sees the city, it hates the
stares, i still don't understand why you'd want to live here.
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| i wrote a long post on LJ earlier today so i don't feel like writing something excrutiatingly long here because it would be utterly pointless. No one comments, and i don't think anyone uses this anymore. | | |
| Xanga is dead again isn't it.
Whatever, trends are dumb. Livejournal is much love
www.livejournal.com/~the_hoozah | | |
| Grounded until february suckssssssssssss
but whatever, i have my evil and sly ways.
OMGLOL looking at old remnents of yourself left on the internet is the
funniest shit ever, i mean ok my old old old xanga, that i didn't
delete and probably won't just for kicks is full of emo omg i hate my
life teenage drama shit. And i typed like shit! WTF I ACTUALLY TyPeD
lYkE DizZ. OMG LOL. OMG if you find it, i'm not going to tell you all
what it is, but if you find it there's this post when i professed my
love for Ernesto Legaspi, and omg it is like the funniest shit to ever
be posted on the internet. LMAO I was an idiot. Then me and Elaine went
to other people's xangas [people we know] and read from the oldest
posts to the newest. Let's just say this one girl's xanga was HELLA
funny and i am so glad she came out the way she did omg hot and sexy
yes.
P.S. I found this picture that super hot and sexy and slightly disturbing, omg yes.
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| Ryan Vande Wydeven broke my heart.
Band to Disney land the 11th.
Last home game 12th.
Depressed and heartbroken [not just from RVW].
I procrastinate on my homework
by thinking of ways to kill myself.
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