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Dark and Distant Place   
05:21pm 08/03/2003
 
mood: make me pure
driving my mom home from one of her parties because she was too drunk was more fucked up than I thought it would be. Almost as fucked up as getting the phone call saying I needed to pick up my mom.
 
     

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Red Carpet and Rebellion Built To Last   
01:53pm 23/02/2003
 
mood: cheating get's it faster
i want a hang out spot. you know how in the movies they always have hang out spots. That one place where you can go at any given time and there will be someone there with whom you would like to spend time with. i guess those are sacrifices you have to make when you live in a big city like Los Angeles. There are too many people and too many possible places to go. In The Perks of Being a Wallflower they always go to Bob's Big Boy. The city where Brian Deneke (R.I.P) died they all hung out at IHOP. I want a place to hang out at. i think that would be awesome. that way i wouldn't have to play phone tag with everyone chasing people across the city. well I guess we've made due huh? just stay in one place till someone calls and then if they're in the neighborhood they come visit you.
 
     

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Dude, You're Getting A Dell   
09:03pm 10/02/2003
 
mood: surprised
so the Dell guy got busted for possesion of pot, and we are all supposed to be surprised. what kind of news is that? the really must be under-estamating us, the viewers, intellegence. I mean seriously, it was only a matter of time. I love him though. but still is the news getting lame or what?
 
     

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I Just Fall Apart Again   
02:47pm 01/02/2003
 
mood: consistent
there is always someone to believe. I just wish someone could believe in me. ya know?
 
     

(10 got wet% | kiss me in the rain)

 
Heavy Ass L.A. After Only Two Shows   
12:29pm 27/01/2003
 
mood: helpless
lately everything is just going by like an old movie. i just keep zoneing out to the point that people’s motions become choppy and their words are slow, almost silent. instead i nod my head or stare off into space. what am i thinking about? well who knows? by the time I come to I really can’t remember what I’ve been thinking about I just feel different than i did before. sometimes i’m tired, or sad, or happy, or antsy, so I try to figure out what I may have been thinking about by how I feel afterwards. it doesn’t really work. i’m getting worried. it must just be a phase.
 
     

(kiss me in the rain)

 
The Governer is in a Rock Band   
07:10pm 24/01/2003
 
mood: down

You are orange. You are emotional. Outside, you are bitter and stubborn, inside you are hopeful, hoping someone will come save you from the bitterness of your own mind. You constantly feel the need to prove yourself, and you look up to those who can make thier dreams happen. You are broken, but not beyond repair like maroon.

What inner color are you?

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Through Myself and Back Again   
05:08pm 23/01/2003
 
mood: demonic
I have a friend who laughs when she argues. While the other person is talking she starts laughing, or chuckleing i guess is more of what it is. Sorta coughing and laughing at the same time. I used to think it was annoying because it’s disrespectful to the other person, but it’s starting to grow on me. It’s almost cute. I wonder what weird habits I have that people think are cute, or annoying.
 
     

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Walk Around in a Paradox   
01:31pm 20/01/2003
 
mood: maple syrup
there is nothing more gradifying than making pancakes from scratch. Anyone can use the boxed stuff to make pancakes but when you make them from scratch there is something very gradifying about the whole thing. The idea of not taking the easy way out. Working a little harder for something better. Too bad I can’t take this idea into other things like school and well, life in general. There’s a great article on Jawbreaker in the new Punk Planet. They talk about how being in a band is the thing that makes them wake up in the morning, and that when the band broke up they didn’t get out of bed for months because they didn’t feel there was a point. I think that’s beautiful. I really admire Blake. Jawbreaker is one of my favorite bands and Jets to Brazil is brilliant. Both bands continues to make amazing albums but refuse to join major record labels. When bands like Bright Eyes, Fugazi, and Anti-Flag make their own record labels so they will never have to sellout to money hungry major record labels I figure it’s alot like making pancakes from scratch.

i’m not sure if that made any sense. I think i’m just trying to tie together the two things i found interesting today. if it made sense to you then I guess I’m making progress.

I’m not sure if maple syrup is a mood but it’s how i feel. so you can take it or leave it.
 
     

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Then I Think We'd See The Beauty and We'd Stand Staring in Awe   
08:28pm 14/01/2003
  skylinebe
Which BRIGHT EYES song are you?

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You are "Bowl of Oranges". You see life to more than what most people do and you genuinely care about people. You feel art and music is the sure way of lifting your spirits. You wish others could have appreciation like you do, but, unfortunately, you are probably the only one.
 
     

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Kiss Me At The Gas Station For I Love The Taste of Smoke   
08:05pm 14/01/2003
 
mood: cracked
All I want in life is my own James Dean. Ok so maybe not ALL I want, but you get it. I want a rebel without a cause. I want a rebellious witty guy who you meet while dating someone else but then you meet him and that physical attraction ends up getting the best of you till the next thing you know you’re making out at a gas station. It’s so romantic, while being not romantic at all. He makes you feel safe no matter how daring an activity you happen to be doing. You could be out taking down street signs or stealing cars at midnight and for some reason you feel like nothing will go wrong while having that twisted feeling in your stomach because you’re doing something dangerous with a guy wearing a jean jacket, converse, and a devilish smile that drives you crazy. I don’t know it just seems so amazing, so daring, like a beautiful old movie. sigh
 
     

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It’s Only Comfort Calling Late   
09:21pm 13/01/2003
 
mood: two solutions
I was watching this comedian with my best friend Jarett over the weekend. The comedian was talking about how women never stop thinking, expecially right before we go to bed. And it’s true it’s always right before I go to sleep that I lie there and count up my gains and losses of the day. Think about philsophy, and boys, and what the name of my 3rd grade teacher was. I mean the list goes on. I just sit there for hours and hours thinking about random things and the only way I can fall asleep is if someone is in the bed with me or if fugazi is playing. After when me and Jarett were getting coffee I told him that she was so right, and everything she said was so true and how he is so lucky that he can just fall asleep quickly and not think about things. He said that not all guys don’t think before they go to sleep, and that every once an awhile he just sits there and thinks before he goes to sleep but his thoughts are less random. That night I asked him to sleep in my bed and we were lying there both just thinking. He was staring at my ceiling and I was staring at him. He fell asleep alot sooner than me and I just layed there wondering what he had been thinking about and what thought led him to sleep. The next morning he wouldn’t tell me what he had been thinking about but he took me out to breakfast, so all is forgiven.

sweetie baby cookie hunny
 
     

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It's Cool We Can Still Be Friends   
02:09pm 12/01/2003
 
mood: silver
I’ve become pretty jaded when it’s come to love and dating and romance and all that. I guess I’ve never really been into it at all. I’m not dating anyone right now. I actually recently broke up with a guy. Well he broke up with me actually. yeah I’m not afraid to admit that. His name was Adam and he was the second Indie guy to break my heart. Of course after some Godiva chocolate, an AMC movie or two, and a couple days full of Bright Eyes and vodka and I’m ok. We dated because we could stand eachother. He was cute, I was cute. He’d let me take him to sad movies and I’d let him take me to bed. He was definitly a good kisser. Nice to show off to friends. We didn’t talk much, but I sorta liked that. He was really laid back and so was I. We understood eachother. He was fucked up, I think I was even more fucked up. Hmm I think if I could date anyone in the entire world it would be either Conor Oberst or Daniel Johns because I think they’d be the only ones who I might feel less fucked up than, plus they are both really fucking talented, and I bet you they’d be a great fuck. So who do I have my eye on now you might ask? Spencer. He’s another Indie guy. Of course he leans a little toward punk, just like me. He’s cute. Blonde shaggy hair, wears cordory, smells good. His favorite band is the Flaming Lips, he smokes pot, and he’s around 5’10”. He’s skinny, which is how I like them, and he’s a sweet heart. He likes to keep me safe. The first time we hung out he’d always make sure i was comfortable and warm which I really really liked. And he does make me feel safe because he genuinely cares, which is hard to find in a guy now a days. Specially in Los Angeles where a guys ego is normally way bigger than in other cities. So yeah Spencer, I like him alot. We’ll see where it goes though.
 
     

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Definitly This Is Not The Place To Be   
11:58pm 11/01/2003
 
mood: nervous
wow! my own live journal. i’m not exactly sure how to start this, since i’m not exactly sure why i started this in the first place. I promise to write, I mean I promised myself i’d write. It’s not a New Years resolution, that type of stuff is sorta bullshit. I have to work on my writing anyways, I mean if I want to take journalism in college I might as well start now. Not that writing about the events of my life, which just seem to so common, will measure up to what I should be writing. Some basic info, I live in Los Angeles, I’m 16, I’m a junoir. My name is Veronica, but most people call me Ronnie or Ron, not even my parents call me Veronica, but you can if you like. You can call me Jenny if you want, I really don’t care, what’s in a name anyways? I have a younger brother whose 13 his name is Jacob. He’s in 8th grade. He’s real into skateboarding. He’s pretty cool for a younger brother. We like to hang out. I really like music. I like music more than anything else. I love underground music. I like it when no one else knows who I’m talking about when they ask who I’m listening to. It makes everything way more personal. I don’t believe in god. I’d rather make my own descions about things. If you do thats cool. you have faith, that’s a good quality. hmm I wonder if you’re good in bed? Actually I’m not sure if whether or not you believe in god affects that. Well i’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. High School is one of those things that I really don’t have an opnion on. Life is only a couple of days and none of my school days have been anyone of those. I feel like when I’m at school my life is stopping for awhile only to start again when me and my friends are walking around Silverlake going to book stores and seeing movies. I guess I understand why school is nescecary. I used to fight the shit out of it. I’ve gotten over it. When I walk into a classroom I just consintrate on what the teachers are saying and write it down, or doze off, or day dream about sex and music and being anywhere else at the time. I slack off alot and then at the end of the quarter I work really hard to bring my grades up. I’m not living up to my potential, I know this. Personally I don’t really think that how I do in school has anything to do with my potential anyways. My favorite thing to do is take a bath. Read in bath. Listen to music in the bath. Talk to friends in the bath. Have sex in the bath. Watch indie films in the bath. When it comes to washing my hair I’d rather take a shower. My bathtub is more of a place to hang out then a place to get clean. There is something very relaxing about the bath and I guess its a hell of alot better than being other places.
 
     

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