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The stupidest girl in love
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| Everyone do this: 1. tell me something obvious about you. 2. tell me something about you that many don't know. 3. what is your biggest fear? 4. do you normally go the safe route or take the short cut? 5. name one thing you want that you can't buy with money. 6. what is your most treasured possession? 7. what is the one thing you hate most about yourself that you do often? 8. tell me something sexually about you that i don't know. 9. tell me something sexually about you that everyone knows. 10. what is your favorite lie to tell? 11. name something you've done once that you can't wait to do again. 12. are you the jealous type? 13. what is the one person, place or thing you can't say no to? 14. what is the nicest thing someone has ever done for you? 15. if you could do something crazy right now, what would it be? 16. when was the last time you cried? 17. when was the last time you felt so good that nothing else mattered? 18. do you feel comfortable in public with no shirt on? 19. name something embarrassing you did while being drunk. 20. if you post this in your journal would you like me to answer it? | ||||||||
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| *snort* Do you believe in life after love?:) (It's starting to fade. Because )nothing ever changes, english summer rain always lasts for ages... Ooh-oooh. I'm still in love, I'm still in love. [3x]-[5x]-[ »»I'd cut off both your wings««. (If you were the angel of my life_) she broke away, broke away... (l(i_o)ve)live love I always kinda knew I'd end up your ex-girlfriend. ...I should have thought of that before we kissed. That's what I get. She's an extraordinary girl. She gets so sick of crying. "I'm too busy acting like I'm not naive I've seen it all I was here first Out of the ground Into the sky Out of the sky Into the dirt" Posting exclusively with lyrics = perfect recipe for lazy+BUSY | ||||||||
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| I feel a Kurt-Cobainish stomachache right now. It sucks and I can't write, but I have to. Absolutely screwed and late for school stuff. :)On the brighter side : Perverted Jay saw His gray underwear. | ||||||||
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| How can you write about something you don't know and don't care about? It's been two and I didn't find the answer to that. I bought a new draft-y book, I need anything to write on I can find and to organize my thoughts. I always write anywhere, so I needed to find a place to store what's overflowing from my head... | ||||||||
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| His picture on the line, on the edge of folding. Mine very near, but still not on the same one. We've been joined, the consequence will be in view sooner than you'll remember, but it would mean that it's almost the end of us... Being paranoid is comforting? I have realized that I have somewhat of a talented for nerdy school jokes. And I absolutely don't get how you can write a transition between paragraphs if you haven't written the rest yet, safe on cards... Well, that's the French work I have to do. Well, I guess I'll just type everything... Stupid fuck, it ruined my week end. It really did. Please, this Art isn't real, don't live in it. Real life is out there, smokey and tragic, boring and sarcastic. Love is Art. Don't try to think philosophical thoughts late at night/early in the morning either, you become convinced that you're depressed, while it's a lot less worse and you're really happy after all. | ||||||||
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| <3 those lovesongs those books about love, soaked in poetry for a special person those movies lovers all believe in those letters you wrote so dreamily that you forgot what you once shamelessly admitted <3not being too jealous of those couples that love those lovesongs those books about love, soaked in poetry for a special person those movies lovers all believe in those letters you wrote so dreamily that you forgot what you once shamelessly admitted <3not feeling too lonely because you're not the only one that loves those lovesongs those books about love, soaked in poetry for a special person those movies lovers all believe in those letters you wrote so dreamily that you forgot what you once shamelessly admitted <33 | ||||||
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| I have another confession : I'm in love with Spongebob Squarepants. The movie was awesome, though the plot was predictable. But there were Spongebob jokes! You know, with the style*^^* It's actually the first time I go see a movie the day it's out, and the room wasn't even full, there were only a few more people than when I saw The Notebook. I was sitting beside those crazy teens who laughing like mad and clapping when something was happening, but I didn't mind, it was pretty fun... I mean, you get bashed for doing that when you're watching Titanic, right?:P Don't get me wrong, I fucking love Titanic... Oh, and I still prefer the show, though. Less predictable story. He fucking listens to me... He stole my joke! The French teacher is currently trying to teach us about the "ideal", the "reason to live", basing all of that from a book called "Le fou de l'île" (The Island's Madman), in which the madman calls it "the kite". Then, in Math class, the teacher has taken His playing cards and didn't want to give them back because the guys play too much, and I said : "They're your kite." The day after, He argued with her that they were "their kite" and I'm there and I say : "Hey, you stole my joke! You stole my joke, man!" and He stares once... I want the copyrights. Now I call Him Britney... Because He kept singing Hit Me Baby One More Time in Chemistry, so I said "Stop" and He smiled, then started singing again. Awful singing voice. Awful. He said to His friend : "We're people like that..." referring to the main line of the song... And the last fact... He's "gay". He said something to His other friend in broken English that sounded very sexy, and the friend said : "You make me horny" and I, as usual, eavesdropping : "Did you say what I think you said?" and he says "Yes" and He turns back and smiles. Next time, I'm saying that gay males make ME horny. Do I really have to say that I love Him? That I can't just stop it like that... That I can't love someone else that'd be "easier" to love, with a love I'd have to work on less... I dreamt it was my birthday and those guys I never really talked to gave me presents. And that girl I tell about everything about Him said "You should've been to my locker, He was asking me what classes we had" and I was "But He asks that to everyone" but I still regretted not having been there... Anyway, it was a cool dream. My cousin's kids were here yesterday. I want kids. I just realized that I wrote most of the stuff about Him while listening to HIM. | ||||||
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| Today, my French teacher talked about our respective charming princes, saying to the guys that they shouldn't feel too concerned because she wasn't necessarily talking about them. She was asking us girls what were the essential qualities for The Prince, and most remained silent, including present speaker, but I would have sounded WAY too direct if I had... Everything would have pointed to... Him. Then, at the end of the class, she said something about tomorrow and then being the guys' turn, and I was smiling, and she said to me : "Don't you laugh!" And... Mine is in my class, you know. Yes, He is my Prince. Hah, I'm corny. He really wants to make my CD!:) Yesterday, before Religion class, He was walking behind me, then all of a sudden, He made that noise that sounded like my name, but since I wasn't sure it was meant for me, I didn't turn back. Then, He called out my name clearly, saying that He WILL eventually make my CD within the week... Yeah. Then, we went on talking about a bunch of other stuff and only stopped when we entered the class and He went to play cards with His friends. Me : "Well, you are special *makes sign of someone who is crazy*... But well, me too." Person of my dreams : "*childish voice* We're all special..." <3. | ||||||
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| (edit:] I had the coolest dream on Saturday night. I was hugging Matt Bellamy... ->Tomorrow, exams in : P.E., French, Economics. | ||||
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| I don't eat well. It takes me about a half an hour to swallow my sandwich. I daydream too much. But I sleep really, really well. I daydream too much, but at least, I wait to be home to really dream. I like... to touch His back, and say "Bye". Hungry, now. | ||||||||
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| No, I won't ask to be reviewed. Because what will probably happen is that I will get exactly what I expect. Even though it's fishing for compliments, if you look at it the other way around... Well, I need attention, bleh. But you KNOW approximately what you'll get when you submit to this or that other reviewing thing, right? You just have to read the other reviews and get an idea of the reviewer. I don't want bullshitey "Wow, great bleh's!" and all. I don't have the confidence to get bashed on. I know where I'm at. I can review myself. {Everything is generalized. However I may sound, I'm just tired. LJ is NOT fucking up the time of the update, it's really 1:24-ish. And... I have one presentation page left to do, the other pages can't print out for some reason, I have an English test tomorrow, and tomorrow is also the day before the great Math exam. HOW LUCKY. I'm so tired, maybe I would die of happiness if I slept. So little to fulfill a human being. <-im away message :B I didn't get this one... | ||||||||
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| One day, I might tell you that you were the subject of so many of my creations. But for now, I'll just keep on creating secretly. I like when we dance in my thoughts. I could try fighting against it, but all I know is that I don't want It to go. So I'll just keep all those messages to tell you when we'll be near the time of leaving. But call me, if you still don't find Her, after your self-given expiry date. And our theme song would be : Don't Speak. . I want to go to a party. Invite me? (Move your hips like a slut, know who you pretend to be, giggle when they think you are the little girl who pretends to be a madwoman; have fun. I wanted a singer, you sing so badly it actually makes me feel better to hear your voice. I never thought you'd be the one, you're more than I even thought you were. I want a white dress, because I don't think there's a red and blue one available for me. <-is pathetic :B | ||||||||
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| I had a dream. That He saved me from this guy I talked to once and who thinks I like watching him. But the important thing is that He was saving me... No school today. But I'm still stuck inside. I've realized that I miss Him on week ends, yet I find them so short because I don't even have the time to talk in-depth about Him to my friends outside school. Which sucks, because I'm too obsessed to keep everything inside... That subject again. Meh, *poof on the head*. I seriously need to update my site. *shakes head* | ||||||||
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| I just did TWO acrostics for Him. Damn. Me : Don't you think I'm weird for loving Him? Besides that He's nice... Someone : No. Me : Lol.:D Someone : No, He's really worth it. See, I'm not the only one... | ||||||
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 I'm sure it's no big surprise to you that your romance is The Princess Bride. A heartwarming tale of "Twue Wuve" that has giants, Spainards and swashbuckling. You really do think that love can overcome anything. You may be a touch naive but your heart is certainly in the right place. You've probably got one of those relationships where proper nouns have been replaced with "Snookums" and "Pookie Pie". Eww. Beware a cuteness overload. What Romance Movie Best Represents Your Love Life? brought to you by Quizilla I'm disgustingly in love, I know. [edit:]  Which Rock Chick Are You?
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| You're on your knee, you fell off the sky, It hurt so bad when you were loved so wrong when you were young, You're not begging, your head put in shit, forced to be compelled by a force... But you'd die before they made you admit it. You're on your knees, it's raining, you're crazy and it's allright. It's allright, it's raindrops on your cheeks. And your lips are open to greet beauty, you're really crazy. She died. And a normal person would feel guilty of being envious. I'm normal there. I see her in every girl you talk to. But I'm the one that makes you laugh, I'd die to make you laugh one last time. I'm not sad, I wouldn't realize it; love hides it so well. I'm back at being a little girl. It's like I've never had the feeling before, yet there has been many things felt... Love is not really real, it's not something you can touch. Basing your life on a feeling? Fool. I am. Fools have more fun. The future speaks. I barely want to hear. It'll go into my head, whether it shines to me or not. (He's my shining light...) To us... (Said my Goodbyes to the life we won't spend together...) Because we all go through a time where we think it's not fair. But I think it'll be fair, one day. For the both of us. And it'd be my wedding gift for you. -- I'm back at a No Doubt phase. Gwen Stefani is indeed an inspiration. Fuck love, they all think I'm crazy because of it, but I'm so happy, I don't care. Anymore... I have a place to post pictures, it sucks and it's a Skyblog : veryiface.. Posting both in French and English. | ||||||
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 You represent... angst. You have an extremely cynical outlook on just about everything. It's okay to sulk and be depressed, but life is short, and you only get one. It's only what you make it, and only you can make it improve. What feeling do you represent? brought to you by Quizilla | ||||||||||
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| R.I.P. Grandmother. On All Souls Day. I write too much to Him sometimes. Letters that I won't send, don't count on me to give them out to Him, fucking. Let's see... Economics, Chemistry; boring classes just make me want to take out my talent and vomit it there silently. Bwah, I'm kidding, of course. And of course, selfish me is thinking that because of said event, I won't go to the much longed for concert. Her death does not sadden me as much as it feels weird, though. I've never been to a funeral. And I have no luck for musical orgies this year. My grandma lived next door before she had to stay in the hospital. I've cried. | ||||||||||
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| It's gonna be a tragedy, but I keep waiting for it to come, and it's too early. Love seems sad for those who are kept away. He doesn't take His smiles away from me. How can I stop leading myself to doom, true love, "If you forget the CD you said you'd make for me, I'll remind you tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow..." "And if I forget, the day after the day after tomorrow, and the day after that..." "Yeah, it's like in French, last year..." *He laughs and I go happily to the Physics supplementary-class-after-school-for-Thu Me is so obsessey, He has to never hear about it. Ever. | ||||||
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| I need protection. I will end up hurting myself if I keep wanting that without anyone able to bring it to me. It's never too late to find someone in whom you can wrap yourself in, the one. The only one who can bring you that kind of security. The kind you can never have when you need it... But maybe when s/He's gonna come, you won't know it, won't notice. Where is your condomed mind now? Needs suck. Laughingstocks need all kind of protection.Reject that outsider. Don't die, let them laugh. I'm being too philosophical, and I should get a fucking life. The most important things in my life : Music & Love. .. ... | ||||||||
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The stupidest girl in love
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