| A new day is apon us |
[Aug. 19th, 2004|07:41 pm] |
MY NEW SCREEN NAME FOR LIVE JOURNAL IS:
LIFES_FUNNY
I thought I needed to start fresh... |
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| To All |
[Aug. 18th, 2004|02:23 pm] |
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Goodbye |
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| Dear Engret, |
[Aug. 15th, 2004|08:27 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  guilty | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Queen | ] |
Sorry to post again, but I think this one is necessary...
Dear Engret,
I fucked up, pretty bad. Now I feel like shit, and I want to talk to you...
signed,
Martini
Ps. Kelly, you were right. |
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| Dear ?????, |
[Aug. 15th, 2004|08:19 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  gloomy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Queen | ] |
I dedicate this post to you, beause you had beautiful hair, and even though I only met you once I dreamt about you. I havn't slept so good in a long time, and when I woke up from that dream I felt really heavy, and really relaxed, so thankyou for making me sleep good. It was a very wierd dream. Something about a lego game that we were in, and everyone was playing it, even though we were in it. And then some guy was molesting little kids, and you told him it was wrong. I think we were going out or something, 'cause you looked at me, and you said I was different then other girls. Haha, that made me real happy, then we went somewhere and we held hands. It was a great dream, thanks. It just made me so sad though when I woke up, and it was only a dream. I hope I'll dream about you tonight, 'cause I guess your the man of my dreams, and if I can sleep so good and dream so good about you, I hope I do it every night.
signed,
Martini
Ps. Here is something Insightful for Your Day: Nothing itself is impossible. |
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| Dear Sillohette, |
[Aug. 14th, 2004|04:47 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  pensive | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Cursive | ] |
I played a game in the sky last night, I pretended everything was mine, and what wasn't mine was not to say in the least yours. Then I contridicted myself with that pleasure of owning everything, for if I owned everything I'd own you. I couldn't own you, no never. I waited for the Ominous sky to break to the last dance of the night, and if I danced it would have been heaven, but we know heaven isn't real so I just watched you dance, and pretinded that I knew what I was doing, even though I don't think I ever know what I'm doing. LIfe is so tragic that we can't think for ourselves, but then again, we can be alive, and life brings more life, but then isn't it tragic, dear sillohette, that the world is going to be over populated with life. If god takes like then he's an indian giver, isn't that what you said little Modest Mouse, ha. Nothing makes sense anymroe, and it doesn't have to.
signed,
Martini
Ps. Here is something Insightful for Your Day: Looking at you, I can't, I see through you. I see your lies, and your dreams. It's just to bad that they are all fake. |
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| Dear laughter, |
[Aug. 12th, 2004|01:05 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  content | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Brand New | ] |
Why do you consume me?
signed,
Martini
Ps. Here is something Insightful for Your Day: Bread makes the world go 'round. |
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| Dear Love Life, |
[Aug. 11th, 2004|02:50 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  curious | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Faint-Blank Wave Arcade | ] |
Man, it's been a while since I've written to you. Even though your not much to me, I'd like it if you came and visit sometime. I mean, I get along just fine without you. I've realized this now. The summer's been great. I havn't worried about you at all. Yes suh. But, I often do think about you at night when I can't fall asleep. Maybe you could just come for a visit once school starts, maybe? Maybe you could bring a friend too? Hopefully a nice friend, one to be admired maybe? Maybe we could start over, start fresh, I have a feeling if you came down, you'd like to stay. I'm sure I'm good company, I'm sure I'd treat you well. Just as long as you treat me well, and just as long as you come to visit. Well, I hope you get this letter soon, I hope you tell your friends that I need you. No, want you. To need is not to want. Just remember that. I don't think I'll ever need you, just want you, bad. Well, farewell for today. Hope to see you soon.
your friend?
Martini
Ps. Here is something Insightful for your Day: To want, is not to need. Don't get them confused. |
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| Dear RockStar, |
[Aug. 10th, 2004|03:01 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | cheerful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Red Hot Chili Peppers | ] |
Thankyou so much for buying us some good ol' Pabst. I really hope you don't think we went over to your house just to get beer. I was really excited to meet you. I've heard some good things about you from my awsome friend Liz. I hope you don't think I'm too wierd, because I was having so much fun with the inscents. Oh well, it was fun. I laughed a lot at Liz's bitter beer face. Oh yeah, your brother is really wierd. He kept talking about how he was making a book that had a lot of sex in it. Haha, it was funny how your friends tried to cheat us out of our money. But you were a great guy, and told us the truth. That means that you really do want to be our friend. Rock on. I hope you have a great day, and I see you sometime soon. Byzzie.
signed,
Martini
Ps. Here is something Insightful for Your Day: Sometimes people need to realize that when they say something, they say it. You can't take it back. But you can say sorry, and they can forgive. Unless someone did something really fucked up, and in that case you wouldn't want to say sorry...
Hmmmmm... |
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| Dear August 8, |
[Aug. 9th, 2004|03:36 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | crushed | ] |
You were the worst day I've had all year. Rot in hell.
You will be the death of me
You will be the death of me
Bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it
Our time is running out
Our time is running out
You can't push it underground
You can't stop it screaming out
You will squeeze the life out of me
You will suck the life out of me |
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| Dear Pabst, |
[Aug. 8th, 2004|01:18 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  drunk | ] |
| [ | music |
| | life | ] |
this is a nice keybored. hahaha I ju
st earsed everything I had said. i"m drunk I'm done with all this bull shit.k So good night, good byel.
Here is somethging insightful for your happy asses: get ddruhnk have a good fucking night
peace
ps. Christian Im' holding \you to \our promisel. I raelly do want to become good friends with you, and I want you to teach me to bike, 'cause tyhat'd make me happier thehn life itself. Bye :) |
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| Dear Corona and Coors Light, |
[Aug. 7th, 2004|03:29 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | chipper | ] |
Thankyou for getting me drunk last night. Well technically it wasn't drunk, more of happy. It still did me a fun service. I'm not sure the status of Kelly's health last night, but she was something. We had fun rolling down the hill, you should try it sometime 'cause I'm sure it'd really "shake you up." Pun intinded. Maybe tonight you could do me a service again, for I am going camping and that's usually what you do. I'm sure we can become great friends. I'd really like to help you with your stuttering problem, I know it can be a nusiance. Well, have a nice day, see you tonight?
signed,
Marini
Ps. Here is something Insightful for Your Day: Life tends to have it's bumps and hills, but your the one that is driving, so you can just take a detour. |
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| Dear Brinks Calendar, |
[Aug. 5th, 2004|12:38 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | calm | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Yeah Yeah Yeahs | ] |
Thankyou for actually putting up a month that has a decent picture. I enjoy looking at this one, and it has a lot for me to look at. Kenneth Hopkins is a good artist. I'd also like to thank you for all your safety messages, they are helping me through out my daily life. I have not proceeded to climb on the skids since your April picture.
Just for a friendly note I went camping the other day with my friends Engret, Lauren, Darren, Aaron, Kelsey, and John. Even though I just met Kelsey and John. Aaron and Engret ate crawdads out of the river, and they smelt bad. We had a fun time burning lots of critters. I also had some VERY good maccaroni and cheese at the Montage, I urge you to try it. They have very good service.
Well, have a good day and keep watching over my computer. I hope you enjoy the new air conditioning. I sure do.
signed,
Martini
Ps. Here is something insightful for your day: If your frustrated, stop, breath, and think. That's what blue'd do. |
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| Dear Mr. Wonderful |
[Aug. 4th, 2004|02:36 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  productive | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Blood Brothers | ] |
Thankyou for your time and patience with the recent upbringings. I'll be sure to the ISO reports back online as soon as possible. It would help if you paid the 300 dollar transaction from the last till. Also it would make my day if you signed in the registration form at the front office. Please call me if your having any more problems getting your loan.
signed,
martini (360 891-1157 ex. 4632)
Ps. Here is an insightful Pleasure for your day: Even though the grass is greener on the other side, I garentee you'll be homesick once you get there. |
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| This is going to be my day... |
[Aug. 3rd, 2004|04:14 pm] |
'Cause you know you want to hear it.
700: Spotlight Syndicate
1147: Greet Kelly at the airport {CAN'T WAIT}
Then after that me, Engret, Christian, Kelly, Aaron, Darren, Kelsey, and some other people I don't know are going camping. It shall be grand.
Uhh, I've been staring at the screen blankly for about 5 min. so I guess that's the sign I have nothing else to write.
Insightful Pleasure of the Day: Always have one foot out the door and one in, so that way if the alligators try to eat your foot you can just jump back in real quick. |
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| My name is Hillary, and I apologize if I break your heart |
[Jul. 27th, 2004|07:04 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | mellow | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Hot Hot Heat | ] |
I have a cactus, named Sausage.
I am not lost, and I am not naked. Nor' am I in a city.
Oh how I miss everyone. No more A.I.M for me, my computer just doesn't want to work anymore. I'm lucky to have my E-mail, and the LJ. Even though I never update anymore. Oh vell. I miss you all though:
Insightful Pleasure of the Day: A picture is worth a thousand words, but an action is worth a million. Words? That didn't make sense.
An apology is the super glue of actions.
I MISS ENGRET AND KELLY, I think I could make fortune cookies with my insightful pleasures. |
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| A long story short |
[Jul. 18th, 2004|01:00 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | crappy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Blood Brothers | ] |
We got caught having a shin dig at Engret's.
There was beer and stuff not a lot, but they didn't know that.
The neighbors just came over because of the noise.
I hope Engret's ok, and doesn't have to leave.
Her neighbors are fucking stupid.
They made it such a big deal, and it really wasn't.
*sigh*
Insightful Pleasure of the Day: I like meeting new people. |
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| OH....you caught me |
[Jul. 15th, 2004|07:01 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Aquabats | ] |
My hair smellllls goooooooood. It smells like Garrett's hair, and that smells goooood. It's the last thing I got from Connecticut. Good fuckin' smellin' hair. And that's fine by me.
Insightful Pleasure of the Day: "Shall I tell you what sociology teaches us about the human race? I'll put it to you in a nut shell. Show me a man and a women alone and I'll show you a saint. Give me two and they'll fall in love. Give me three and they'll invent the charming thing we call 'society.' Give me four and they'll build a pyramid. Give me five and they'll make one an outcast. Give me six and they'll reinvent prejudice. Give me seven and in seven years they'll reinvent warfare."
~The Stand: Stephen King~ |
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| Fly away |
[Jul. 13th, 2004|10:33 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | happy | ] |
I woke up the other night with a firefly in my room. Paula said that it was the first time one has been in the house, and that since I love them so much they must have some "spiritual" connection with me. That'd rock.
Insightful Pleasure of the Day: I watched Under the Tuscan Sun, and even though it's a sappy love story movie, I learned a very good lesson. That good things come when you least expect it, and that most of the time we have happiness when we really don't even know it. I figured out that was pretty much true with me, so I don't think I need anything more. I'm happy with what I have for now. |
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| Hi! |
[Jul. 7th, 2004|05:16 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  ecstatic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The B | ] |
Hey what's up?
I'm leaving tomorrow. I'm going to Greenich (spelling) connecticut. It's about 20 min. away from New York City, so I'll be going there too. I'm REALLY excited.
Afraid to fly? Kinda.
I really like to make very public display's of annoyance. I like annoying people. It's funny. I'm sorry? Naw, I shouldn't be sorry, I take it back.
You know those bags that umm, are like cylindars and are really small? I figured out a use for them...
smuggling pringles. Oh yeah.
I'm still waiting...? Or am I?
Insightful Pleasure of the Day: Good bye fair Verona. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 4th, 2004|07:26 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  anxious | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Rapture | ] |
I really fucking hate posting twice, and I know I do it often, but I had to say this...
I LOVE ANALOGIES! OH HOW I LOVE ANALOGIES! I'm great at them too.
Plus, The Rapture, makes me want to dancccccccce!
Pssssst...fireworks |
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