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(no subject) [Feb. 3rd, 2005|02:37 pm]
So I have decided to throw my candle party on the 21st. It will start at 7 p.m. It will be unlike formal candle parties if you have ever been to one. Any way it's really cool, hope to see you there.
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(no subject) [Jan. 22nd, 2005|11:34 pm]
So I was behind a little on my journal updating. I want everyone to say one mean thing about me. Something that drives you crazy about me.
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(no subject) [Jan. 15th, 2005|11:11 pm]
[mood |boredbored]
[music |Junior Senior - Move Your Feet]

I have been applying to so many places this week I think my friends hate me for it. Any way I have been spending my week like this on the computer for an hour checking on on-line Apps. And researching companies. I have been spending 2 hours with Tifanee between classes and work, driving her around. Then I go home and wait for 1 hour at a time till then next thing comes up then I have 3 things to do in that hour alone. I also spend so much time finding the right clothes to wear. I have also gone to work this week. I have spent a lot of time either waiting or doing. It's weird too, cause while I am waiting I can't get on the computer, because of my dad. And every once and a while I can't disturb my brother in another room.

I really hate today the most. I stay up till 4 in the morning, because I promised to game with my friends. Then get up before 10 to go to a meeting for a job. That last really long, past when I am suppose to be at work. Then I drive home cause my dad needs the car see my friends all head to the movies, they ask me to go, but I am already late for work. I think they hate that I had to get up and couldn't spend the day with them. Go home change fast. Then race over to work. Work for 6 hours. I get home and nothing is happening. I miss Tifanee. I want to see someone I don't have anything to do tomorrow and no one wants to see me.

I'm just stuck out of my room. So I can't clean up in there. My dad is constantly in the main room. Can't You Just Go to YOUR Room! You have one all to yourself, unlike me. God am I bored. I wish someone would come on-line, but they wont cause Bri, Tifanee, and Bryant are probably still all together. I miss people. I wonder how long it's been since my Dad showered?
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(no subject) [Jan. 11th, 2005|11:27 am]
[mood |boredbored]
[music |P!nk - Don't Let Me Get Me]

Went over to sleep at Tifanee's
Missed Working out with Christian. (I'm sorry)
Am putting off looking for a job.

Yeah, My life isn't all that great. I need a new job. I like what I've got now, but it's not enough. I wish I were going to school. I think I should pick up some english, and math books from the library and go to the college labs and ask for help even though I am not going. I wish I had more discipline.
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(no subject) [Dec. 31st, 2004|11:16 am]
[mood |restlessrestless]
[music |No Doubt - Hella Good]

So I know I haven't updated in a while I just haven't been on the computer much. My feelings on things are a follows:

1. Pissed off!
2. Sorry, but these things happen.
3. Sorry, I wish I had money I would take care of you.
4. Anger. Why don't you want me more!?!

Yeah that's about all.
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(no subject) [Nov. 27th, 2004|09:50 pm]
So today was my first day working at the Dollar Spree. I am very happy to have a job to keep me busy, and to put money in my pocket. I want to buy all these things it's bad.
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(no subject) [Nov. 15th, 2004|04:46 pm]
[mood |amusedamused]
[music |I'm a hooker on a corner baby]

Yesterday I was alking down the road. It was 4 in the afternoon, and I was wearing all black except for my tan leather jacket. This big blue van pulls over and askes me what I am doing. Not too bad right, then they go on and ask me if I am a hooker. A HOOKER!?! In Puyallup just walking down the street! I thought I was even dress a little scub like, but apparently not. I'm a hooker.
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"The Crazed Killer" [Nov. 6th, 2004|03:38 am]
[mood |artisticartistic]
[music |Micheal Jackson - 80's Disco Mix]

"Playing "Zombies" and watching Horror flicks really messes with you mind." Those were the last words of a young woman named Tiffany Bishop, she was a strange young thing. Tiffany was always indulging into the world of fantasy. While walking her brother to his car late one night, she got the idea of taking knives with them so that they know that they are save. But a mysterious figure, which we have come to call "The Crazed Killer" thought about how ironic it would be to kill her while she was "being safe." The killer jumped out of the bushes in a traditional slasher flick sort of way. Making the young girl jump out of her skins and dropping the knives in effect. As she scrambled to pick them up the killer had already stabbed her. Tiffany then tried to run away with the knife still in her back. The adrenaline was rushing through her heart racing, but the killer did not follow in persude. As Tiffany had realized this two minutes later she turned a corner let out a sigh of relief, and leaned against the wall. Shoving the knife deeper into her body. She grasped for breathe looking to the sky wanting to cry out for help. All she saw was "The Crazed Killer."

This was inspired by a true event. Oh and all those horror flicks, Thank you.
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(no subject) [Oct. 24th, 2004|11:31 pm]
I want to have people over this friday. If you want it to be Halloween it will be. I am kind of leaning that way.
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(no subject) [Oct. 23rd, 2004|12:12 am]
[mood |disappointeddisappointed]
[music |Frou Frou - Let go]

You know when things are happening and it's almost like you don't really give a fuck. No, that not the right word. It's more like you are a Zombie, no that's no it cause you do care about what you are doing. It's almost like you are stoned. You care about you, and you do things you want to do, but all the things around you are just a haze that can't grasp. It's weird, everyone hasn't been looking at good as much as the bad. I can't even find the good in life. I'm just a stoner surrounded by a haze of confusion, and I don't care. I don't care about trying to understand, and make things better. I've had issues, but didn't want to talk because I knew that others didn't want to talk, and no one has talked to me. It's weird all that I just wrote I read it and it sounds so down beat, but I don't feel down. I feel like a 100 piece puzzle that has 98 of it's pieces in place. I don't know why I type this out and post it for everyone to see. I write it for me now-a-days and it's not like anyone really reads it, and I don't blame them. I don't even like reading my own shit. Goddamn that sounds like I want pity. No one wants pity, they want someone to heal their bruised ego. I should just make this private, but then I feel like I am cheating everyone of knowing me. I always feel that way when making things private. I don't want to hide anything I should make my private thoughts public. So that all this makes more sense, or less. Who cares I'm letting it out. Here are the entries:

January 18
March 23
April 10
July 18
July 22
September 10

There they are. Someone those don't sound write and some were written long ago. I really hate Live Journal right now.
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