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Name: Emily
Country: United States
State: Oklahoma
Birthday: 2/22/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: Church, friends, movies, books, jokes, laughs, shopping, talking on the phone, MUSIC!, band.
Expertise: I am the master at breathing...
Occupation: Foot model ; )
Industry: Fashion
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  enhsbandnerd08
Yahoo:  emzergirl
Member Since:
10/17/2004
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| I realized that I never made a formal announcement that this is over. So here it goes:
Dear Xanga,
Over the past couple of years, I have come to realize that you suck. We're through. You should aspire to be more like Facebook. He's so much cooler.
Kthanxbye.
--Emily | | |
| School sucks.
Life sucks.
I want summer to be here, ya know?
Ehhh. But then the breaks go on in my brain (insert tragic screeching tire noise here) and I realize that once school is over, there's no chance for me to get my grades up anymore. Yeah, about that. I have HORRIBLE grades right now. Part of it is because I'm lazy, part of it is because I'm stupid, and part of it is because I'm so freakin' FAR BEHIND! Why does sickness have to happen? I mean, can someone please tell me? It's annoying. I'm so stressed. I feel like crying. I feel like digging myself a hole and going and dying in it. Well, not really...but you get my point. Taking three AP classes this year was the biggest mistake of my life. Every time I think about AP Chemistry I die a little on the inside. Classes like that shouldn't be taken by idiots like me. AP Stat is basically along the same lines. I think I would do a lot better in there if I actually studied. But I never have time.
Wait, of course I have time! I have time to be writing this entry now, don't I? That's my problem. I'm Procrastination-On-A-Stick. I suck. I need help. I mean, I still have to do my English research paper that was due TWO months ago. Well...I've done it, but I haven't turned it in yet. Why not? I have no idea. I think I'm retarded. Seriously. Don't you agree? But there has to be someone more stupid than me SOMEWHERE on this planet.
In other news...
Virginia Tech Massacre--I don't want to talk about it much, because every time I think about it, I make myself cry...and that's not fun now, is it? Basically I'm pissed. Those people didn't deserve to die. That guy was SCREWED up. I hate how everyone in the US is trying to find someone to blame right now for all of this. Don't blame the police, don't blame the school, don't blame anyone but the guy who shot those 32 people. I can't tell you how much this has affected my life. I'm praying for all the students and families. I'm done. I'm tearing up.
Frankenstein is gorgeous.
I need a hug.
<3 Em
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| I don't care anymore. I'm pissed, and this (whatever it was to begin with) is OVER. I'm done. I can't handle it anymore. I can't stand her fussing, her complaining, and the sense of competition she has with me. I'm tired of the ups and downs, not knowing if she'll take something the wrong way when I say something, and living every moment wondering what her next move is gonna be. I don't want to have to worry about what she thinks, or what she's going to say to me. I'm tired of wondering what she says about me behind my back, or if she's really my friend at all. I've tried my best to get along with her, to support her, to treat her with respect and love, but I don't get anything in return. I wish I understood clearly what I mean to her, what I HAVE meant to her all these years. I just don't get it. So I'm throwing in the towel. It's not worth it. I've found I put too much effort into friendships, even when the other friend isn't willing to reciprocate. I don't want to be walked over anymore, don't wanna be taken advantage of, and I DON'T wanna keep faking it, or HER to keep faking it.
I'm finished.
<3 Em | | |
| I have the flu ladies and gents. I hope you all catch it. That way, you can experience the same misery that's put me out of school for the past 4 days....
Okay, so not really. Actually, the only person I wish the flu would consume (who will remain nameless) has not had contact with me for about a week. Darn.
So, there's this person. And this person means something to me. This person is amazingly gorgeous, and he knows it. But, he knows nothing about me...and that's the way it's going to stay, I fear. Another depressing part of my life.
There's something in my attic right now. I can here it scampering. That disgusts me.
No license. I'm just scared. I know I'll fail, even though I'm an excellent driver.
I need to go pee.
Yes, this codine's finally hitting me. I'll be out like a light in two minutes flat. Gotta go.
Signed-- A sickly, pale loser with no boyfriend, car, or life.
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