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(3:16 am - 06.08.2002 - pimping - i feel )

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i can't believe i just spent like an hour writing out an entry, and with one wrong click it all vanished. shitshitshit. i fucking told myself forever ago, that i would never write an entry while i was online and could fuck it up and navigate to another page making my whole entry disappear, but fuck, i did it again. i hate myself. i'm totally aggravated now and that was the second time i tried writing that entry too. fuck it, i'm going to bed now. i'll write that other shit later.

(06.08.2002 - 1:53 am)

so i'm back. let's see if i can try and remember what i wrote before....

ok, so the excitement of yesterday was that my 311unity diaryring finally reached 100 members! you guys rock! what? you want to join too? well go here and sign up! (you must be a diaryland member to join though.) hey, if you're not a diaryland member, just join anyways to join the ring! diaryland is free, fun, and just a great place to be overall! much better than livejournal in my opinion. anywho..

i also made a survey. who doesn't like surveys, right? yes, so you should go fill that out right now. thank you. too bad i was too stupid to notice that it was a survey directory. i wondered why all there were only like 6 surveys, and they all started with an a. god, i'm hopeless.

oh yay. it's "bootleg weekend" on the x. this is where they promise they'll play all these live songs, when in actuality, they only play 1 live song every 3 hours or so, and really, it's just a live song from a live cd. oh how deceiving.

i do have something nice to say about the x though. last nite, i came downstairs, and switched on the radio while i was making some rice. i heard this song that i love, but i just couldn't remember who sang it. so i decided to call the station. finally some guy answered. he was so sweet! we talked for like 15 minutes! it was strange, but nice. he asked me what i wanted to hear, and i named about 20 bands, and he didn't have any of them. finally he just told me the next 20 songs coming up. i decided that i wanted to hear the cold song "gone away." we totally bonded over our love for the same songs. i had to email the midnite dj to find out who that guy was. i thank the dj for todays lyrics. i forgot how much i love that song!

i missed my brother's birthday. i knew it was coming up. it was the 3rd. but i guess i just got caught up in my own life, but the time i thought of it again, it was the 6th. oh well. i did buy a card for him, it's just a matter of getting it out. i know too many people with birthdays in june. it just isn't right. and sure, i have a card for you all, but it's just getting motivated enough to write it, stamp it and send it. i have no clue where my stamps are. bastards. always hiding from me.

the incubus concert is in 5 days! i still don't know how we're getting there! lol. maybe i'll go take my permit test tomorrow when i go out with my mom. i think we're headed out to the waterfront. i want to go to dave and busters. i wonder if my mom will be up for that. really, i just want to drink. lol. i think she just wants to shop.

i'm in the process of making josh a mix tape. i promised him like 6 months ago that i would, and now i'm finally getting around to it. well, before, i was half way thru with it, and my stereo broke. what else, ya know? electronic things just don't like me.

my mom was doing awful today. i felt so bad. when i called her she was uncontrolably crying. she feels like she failed as a mother. i just wish she would forget all about brad. really, he's dead to me. when she tries to get me to call him, i cringe. i never want to speak, see or hear from that fucker again, and if i do, i'm likely to get a gun and blow his fucking brain out. great, now if someone murders him, they'll come after me, cause of this hard-core evidence. you'd do the same thing if you knew him, thank god you don't.

and it feels-yeah it feels like-heaven's so far away-and it feels-yeah it feels like-the world has grown cold-now that you've gone away

~*~liz

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