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22 April 2009 | 5:43pm] |
1. Tell you why I friended you. (If I can even remember! If not it'll just be why we are still friends, aha)
2. Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a color, a photo, a word etc.
3. Tell you something I love about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you. (To which you must respond!)
6. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
7. In return, you can post this in your LJ if you like.
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04 March 2009 | 1:32pm] |
i have my old pointe shoes on
it feels so good
hurts but its a happy pain
i miss ballet
i've never been brilliant at it but it jut feels so good
the shoes are battered and dirty, but they fit like a glove
theres something beautiful about a foot in a pointe shoe
theres something magic about standing that tall
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15 February 2009 | 8:58pm] |
my family is falling apart and im not strong enough to hold it together
i dont know what to do
all i want to do is run away
i want to come back like nothings happened like everythings still okay
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13 February 2009 | 7:33pm] |
going out tonight.
i am going to smile
i am going to laugh and dance and sing
i love friday alt night.
i love my friends
i love feeling awesome about how i look in comparison
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06 February 2009 | 1:34pm] |
last night i realised some things
- my mum is way more perceptive then i give her credit for
- i have some awesome friends i dont give enough credit to
- cupcakes, ice cream and playgrounds never cease to make me smile
- driving and singing at the top of my lungs is the best therapy
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05 February 2009 | 3:02pm] |
irony is itunes telling me its all going to work out fine
irony is talking about a new start in yoga
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04 February 2009 | 11:10pm] |
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its ironic we practisedx breathing tonight at yoga cause now i cant seem to breathe
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02 February 2009 | 2:38pm] |
booklist for lit this semester
WUTHERING HEIGHTS - BRONTE
MADAME BOVERY - FLAUBERT
MILL ON THE FLOSS - ELIOT
DOLL'S HOUSE -IBSEN
ELEPHANT- CARVER
SATURDAY - MCEWAN
FUCKING SWEET!
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22 January 2009 | 5:57pm] |
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"the quiet scares me cause it screams the truth"
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20 January 2009 | 4:05pm] |
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i will always keep a secret if you ask me to
the only problem is i have to shut a little bit of myself off each time
i hate when people dont know what should be common knowledge
even if its kept from them for good reason
even if its better for everyone that way.
it takes all my will and strength not to tell them
not to scream it.
but i will always keep your secrets cause i know you'd do the same for me
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18 January 2009 | 10:23pm] |
sometimes im sitting here and get surprised by the sheer stupidity of some people and the things they say.
then i remember no everyone on the internet is my age and has as much education as me
then i feel too old for the internet
then i remember pedos are even older and they are on teh internet
then i run away.... fast
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14 January 2009 | 1:35pm] |
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so last night i dreampt i was at uni, but living in these weird dorm like things, in the location my dance school was like 4 years ago. then it was like my drama class had to sperate and go to all different countries. so we were gonna pull countries out of a hat then like one of the guys (classic) said he needed to go to like ohio cuase of a family thing, so we gave him the us bu then someone else had to go too. then like a bunch of us were in zimbabwe and we had these weird cot bed things and stuff and ellen and emmy were there as was suzie. so like i lay down on my cot/bed, and then bec comes and she is visiting me. and the host of the show (yeh idk when it became a tv show with a host either) comes up and says her visiting time has ended and she has to go, so im all sad. then like 30 secxonds later everyones like "oh becs back she lost her jellybean badge we have to find it, but we arent allowed to touch it or talk to her" so we're all looking and i see this bright green badge on the dirt floor and start clapping my hands. the host guy starts standing in my way so bec cant see me. i start clapping harder and stamping my feet and stuff. bec finally catches on then the host guy says she isnt allowed to cross this like of cots to get to the other side where her badge was so i just kicked it under the cots to her. then she left and i was sad again and then we were all getting on planes to go pick everyone up from their respective countries. was really odd.
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11 January 2009 | 9:44pm] |
feb 18th - fall out boy
feb 23rd - death cab for cutie
feb 27th - soundwave (nfg, jcaks mannequin, hgb, alkaline trio, funeral for a friend and many many more)
march 9 - uni goes back
march 23rd - chris's speaking (finally)
this year is looking good.
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07 January 2009 | 7:22pm] |
my brother is offically moving out
D:
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03 January 2009 | 7:35pm] |
sometimes i feel like the only one who gets it
like the only one who can pull these weird little bits of understanding from the universe
understanding doesnt help though
its worse cause i know it wont get better
but lately i've been noticing everyone around me is talking about things that seem so simple and obvious
yet they never get it
these simple little signs the universe is handing out
no one can seem to read them
maybe i just look at the world differently
but so much seems so clear that it kills me you cant see it.
this probably makes no sense to you either...
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20 December 2008 | 7:53pm] |
i had a weird dream last night
i was at a dancin comp
my mum wouldnt let me get into my costume yet, so i was sitting on the floor in my (pink) tights
we were side stage wshile the under 12s danced, except the under 12s were all older then me, and featured people i danced with long ago. then a little skank whorebitch was opening and closing the curtain.
then suddenly i was in costume and i was on, and my mum had turned into a weird stage mum who was like "are you ready? are you okay? you're going to do great!" but she was all like hyper and scary
then the music started and it cut off the first bit, so i tried to jump into where i was but because i missed the start i got lost and started just making stuff up that seemed right (which was weird cause i knew i knew the dance really well) thent he girl finally opened the curtain int he middle of my routine. then i was doing some turns and everyone was like freakingout yelling stop and stuff then i just brushed the side wings and then i woke up like wtf. the weirdest part was between every song, and the song the "younger" kids danced to was lullabye by fall out boy
conclusions. my subconcious is fucked
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17 December 2008 | 12:26pm] |
last night. at 1am i laid down on my bed with mynotebook
i wrote
i filled a whole page with nosensical rubbish that needed to come out
with all the stuff i havent written out in so long
it felt amazing to let go of those random words
it reminded me why i have the book in the first place
sometimes theres nothing better than sitting there and letting go
i need to do this more often
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14 December 2008 | 1:44pm] |
im sorry im not perfect
im sorry im not your brilliant son who can do no wrong
im sorry im bothering to go to uni
im sorry you dont get how much that stresses me out
im sorry you dont know me at all
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10 December 2008 | 10:16pm] |
repeats of my favourite shows
fish and chips for dinner
bending ways you never knew
being called young
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