I need the smell of summer.

Thu, 25 May 2006 16:38:42 GMT

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i decided after having this thing for over a year, i'd make a new one. this one had a good life and many good times. but oh well.
R.I.P. randityler

Haven't seen these faces in a while!

Wed, 22 Mar 2006 00:35:01 GMT

Yesterday, I hung out with Joshua Robert Hunt and Mr. Rico Santos. Good times. We went to the Olive Garden and had Martha C as our server. Best waitress ever. I ate spaghetti with meatballs. Dude. WEIRDEST THING HAPPENED. Everyone around me was talking to eachother (about me measuring people's crotches at Filenes for dress pants) and this little girl like pokes me in the side. It was kind of creepy. Nobody noticed. But then when I brought it up, they were like, "I THOUGHT SHE WAS STANDING A LITTLE CLOSE!" and I could NOT stop laughing. I cried. So when we were eating, I remembered that Josh had firecrackers in his car, so I brainstormed and decided it would be a good idea to blow up a meatball. So we went to Josh's and tried. The meatball didn't blow up, but the firecracker kind of exploded before Josh got to run away. hahah Scary shit. We then wandered off to Wal Mart. I bought THE WORKS CHIPS, chocolate chip cookies, a duck in a bunny costume and a lamb which I gave to Rico and Josh. I also bought a wind up Thomas the Tank Engine. He goes SO fast. We went to Rico's house and watched Waiting. It was HILARIOUS. Then I watched Josh and Rico "jam" and eat left over Olive Garden. Yum. The rest of the night was not so fun. But it'll be okay. I know it.

IN OTHER NEWS...

MY SIMS 2 CAME!!!!!!!!
Life is GOOD.

Sun, 11 Dec 2005 06:11:07 GMT

R.I.P. RICHARD PRYOR

Oh God.

Mon, 24 Oct 2005 01:39:20 GMT

I'm not really mean. I actually always feel really guilty after I say something bad or tell someone that I don't like them. I really do like everybody.

I'm not a hardass. I'm actually really sensitive and I can't deal with people not liking me.

I'm horrible at being angry with people. I have to TRY to dislike someone.

I wish I had more friends, even though I constantly say that I hate everybody.

I love Fall Out Boy, New Found Glory, and every other band that you probably hate.

I like to dress up.

I fucking LOVE myspace even though I say I hate it.

I say I hate drama, not because it's stupid or immature, but because it makes me feel sad.

I can't stand it when one person is the object of everyone's shit talking and then everyone is nice to that person. I've done it before and it sucks.

I HATE, absolutely HATE vegetables. I hate them. Not parapalegics, but produce.

I can't deal with people when I can't understand them. It makes me want to cry. At work the other day, a deaf man came in and I wanted to shoot myself cause I couldn't understand.

I'm not a good photographer.

I cheat on my HTML... I'm addicted to Dreamweaver.

I cry at least once a week over the dumbest things.

I have a life changing experience everyday of the week. Today, someone said one of the most mature things I've ever heard. I can't elaborate here, because it's really not your business. But it put faith back in me that people aren't all cynical assholes.

I love to drown in my sorrows. Liquor me up.

I haven't talked to my mom in a year.

I miss "the group". We were tiiiiight.

I hate seeing good people fall from grace. I saw someone today and he looked like absolute shit. I felt horrible.

I say I'd hate fitting in, but nothing in the world (well ALMOST nothing) would make me happier than being homecoming queen or something to that extent.

Nik Baccelli was my best friend for 3 years.

I've been a latch key kid since I was 8.

When I get super nervous, I throw up.

I stopped liking football because in 1996, the Patriots lost to the Green Bay Packers and I cried and decided I wasn't tough enough to watch football.

My room is such a mess that you can't see the hardwood floor.

I can only tie my shoes the bunny ear way.

I got caught making out infront of the buses in 7th grade.

I never got over Nsync or Hanson.

I used to pretend I was Aprile O'Neal, channel 6 News from Ninja Turtles.

When I was 8, the ceiling in my little sister's room collapsed while she was in it and she almost died.

When I was three, two kids threatened to kill me outside of my baby sitter's house. It was the single, most frightening thing that's ever happened to me. One kid was wearing a jersey with a Swastika and the other was wearing a leather jacket. My baby sitter didn't believe me, so I faked that I had to poop so I wouldn't have to stay outside.

When I was 8, this kid from Taunton "dunked" my head in Long Pond and I almost drown, so I scratched him up and kicked him in the biddles as hard as I could and his mom called me a "little cunt".

I pushed my cousin off the top bunk when I was 4. I broke the same cousin's nose when I was 9. What the hell was wrong with me?

I say I hate my mother and want nothing to do with her, but I feel like my life is incomplete because I don't really have a mother.

I hate ciggarettes.

I used to love sharing a bed with someone, but people move too much and I hate feeling smothered, so I think when I get married, there will be two beds in my room.

I wish I hung out with people from school. They seem like they have a ton of fun and I am really jealous.

I wish I was girlier and tried harder.

I wish I played sports and had fun.

I'm lame.

EDIT.
I'm asking you to please read this. It's honest and heartfelt. Thanks.

Sheeeesh

Fri, 20 May 2005 00:08:57 GMT

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