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Scott Belirchard
Matt Ryan
Laura Smith...
Three of the lamest people ever? I think so.
Apartment = dance party
Beauty school = $$$
A.J.= <3
Anonymous posting= thumbs down
Im actually so awesome it hurts.
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| Livejournal war anyone??? |
[28 Jun 2005|07:53pm] |
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haha oh my. Well ive always wanted a livejounal war...so let the games begin...and by let the games begin...i mean i am not going to do a thing but laugh at the clever/witty/hysterical word vomit being spewed on mine and laurens LJs. Such simpletons...its okay. Jesus loves you regardless!!!...too bad I dont.
Y'all can whack it.
-Nicole
Post scriptum: dude its totally cool if you want to continue to obsess over me and my life. I mean, I am pretty awesome. But seriously, you all are really starting to creep me out...especially since...i really dont care about you or your life...but keep it up I suppose. It makes me feel like a rock star...oh and the anonymous posts are a nice touch...make sure I dont know who you are so I dont vandalize your car in the middle of the night eh? haha oh my....
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| team sleep..more like the greatest band ever. |
[10 May 2005|09:06pm] |
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But in all honesty...Team Sleep owns you. My boyfriend Chino never ceases to amazing me with his awesomeness (despite his fat and sweaty-ness...actually i think thats why hes my boyfriend come to think of it) Seriously, if you dont like team sleep...get out of my country. Go to canada or something...they are waiting for your punk ass.
Post scriptum: prom....thats all i have to say about that. im sure it would have been alot cooler if chino came with me.
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| You dont need a doctor honey, you need a mortician baby |
[12 Apr 2005|01:36am] |
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I'm not sure what happened to people appreciating good poetry...But Im sad because good poetry/good poets are what the world thrives on...well maybe not the world so much as me, but either way...my theory...if you can listen to bright eyes and claim you love them SOO much, you could as least read/write more poetry. Boo.
I decided a while ago that i wanted to start a livejournal war because that seems to be the cool thing to do...but then i decided, i dont care enough and...I dont hate anyone enough to ruin their lives via the internet (except my dad but I dont think he has a livejournal in prison. ha)
And so I cry for the saturation of love.
Post scriptum: Everyone needs a hug. So give me hugs and i will return the favor.
Post post scriptum: I wish i were in Moulin Rouge...but seriously, I do. I vote we have a Moulin Rouge theme party..and by we I mean me...alone in my room.
Post 3x scriptum: I want to have a picnic
Ni-core
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| it burns good. |
[01 Apr 2005|12:03am] |
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heres the thing...I dont think i ever truly appreciated my amazing friends until the psuedo friends fucked me over. So for anyone that has ever been there for me, and anyone that has put up with my bullshit, I love you and i am forever in your debt. You all mean the world to me, and without you guys I would be nothing. Youve saved my life, made me laugh, most likey made out with me, and had awesome dance parties with me. Its been a rough couple of weeks. But very eye opening.Okay and enough of the emo nonsense.
MEWITHOUTYOU....thats all i gotta say...april 22 be there...or you lose forever.
Mucho love to all my homedawgs.
Word.
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| Seriously, what in the hell is the point? |
[04 Mar 2005|03:59pm] |
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Ever feel like your entire world is spinning out of control and no matter what you cant seem to hold on? Its almost like I am just this walking shell of a human being. Just like this walking costume of flesh and marrow. And no matter what I cant seem to stop fucking up. It just sucks to come to the harsh realization that you were born to fuck up. I was thinking about all the friends I have lost...and everyone always says "Oh Nicole Im so sorry, it wasnt their time to go" What the fuck does that even mean? Not their time to go? Obviously it was their time. Obviously their time is up. I just wish people would stop being so phonie. Like people probably think Im a bitch, and that is totally fine....but at least i am honest and up front and tell it like it is. None of that double talk bullshit. Post scriptum: Why are highschoolers starting drama with me? uh this just in anne marie...keep your finch listening, dickies bag wearing, lame ass haircut sporting, ass away from me.
God I dont even know what im talking about. I am thinking about nothing, and everything all at once...and i cant say I like it.
---so close to dying that I finally can start living--
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| My pseudo boyfriend wants to eat my heart but instead I made him eat my cunt. |
[28 Feb 2005|09:58pm] |
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So here's the thing. No one actually reads my LJ so I am just going to lay it all out there...
What the hell is with all the elite scenester bullshit? Since when does it matter if people drink or not? And since when is it cool to pass judgement on me because I am having a good time? Because honestly...which sounds like a better time to you? Dancing it up at the rodeo, having a blast, meeting a buttload of new interesting people...OR standing with two of your other elite scenester friends grumbling under your breath about how lame it is to drink, making fun of everyone, and just all around having a shitty time? Well CLEARLY ITS THE SECOND ONE! So if you want to continue to be assholes thats totally cool, because Im still gonna rock the rodeo like its my fuckin job. In fact...the jets rockin the rodeo is our fuckin job. And as far as being an elitest...heres the thing.
I am not only AN elitest, I am the elitest...but I rock it a little different...:
Me:Okay...I know i am better than you...and you know I am better than you.
You:Yea...
Me:So lets get drunk and dance!
You:OMG you are the coolest elitest I know. I worship the ground you walk on.
Me:Word mothafucka, word.
So in conclusion...Rock it if you got it. If you dont...well thats cool It's not my money or my time that YOU are wasting.
Bitch ass suckas aint got shit on the jets. Holla.
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| LICK MY VAG RIGHT NOW. |
[13 Feb 2005|02:32am] |
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No one reads this. Seriously...I hate livejournal. I dont know how Lauren talked me into this. But I hate it. It can honestly lick my vag dry.
Nothing is what it seems, but everything is what it is.
Family are nothing but strangers you were born to know...friends are nothing but strangers you have met. You are nothing but a stranger to yourself.
Oh god the philosophical bullshit tastes so good.
Fuck you and your elite ideals.
-Nicore
Post Scriptum...seeing as how no one reads this, I think I may or may not start posting my poetry. Ha poetry.
Post Post scriptum: but seriously...someone needs to lick my vag soon...it aint gonna lick itself.
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| Don't say that I'm the one you want to lose. |
[06 Feb 2005|07:44pm] |
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Okay, here's the thing...I don't really care...about you or your petty relationship problems...Here is what needs to happen...You need to sit down, relax, and drink a brewski. I really am tired of all the drama. Apparently, I didnt get the memo that we are still in highschool. God I hope study hall is soon, it will give me an excuse to go smoke in the bathroom. Speaking of smoking, I need a cigarette.
On a different note, Alexander asked me to marry him...hmm I wonder if he realizes that I have a crush on Lauren.
So Im swearing off casual hookups for a while, I know you are all really really sad, but if you are a guy, chances are I already sucked you off, and if you are a girl, chances are I already made out with you...
Lauren and i went to Ihop and it really was like six degrees of who's fooled around with Nicole. It turns out everyone there is in someway related to someone that has fooled around with me. Awesome.
Went to Knights of Columbus...saw Jr. Varsity...and the rumors are true, they still arent any good.
Fuck your significant other and dream about me.
-Nicoleon
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Anonimity is such a seductive thought. Many people get sad when they walk along a busy street because they know they will never meet the people they pass, I on the otherhand, get a sort of personal joy out of it. Kind of like a little secret. I've found out in the past couple of days that I spend far too much time in my head. I spend most of my time alone...reading, or writing, or sketching, or listening to music. I'm such a nerd. And I wouldn't even go so far as to say that I'm unhappy...just numb.
I visit Lauren alot...because she actually understands me. Her friends seem really chill. I'm excited to see her tomorrow. Lord knows the home-front has left something to be desired.
My tattoo is going to be amazing...just you wait and see bitches.
So it turns out, Americans are self-centered spoiled and rotten to the core. It sucks, but its true. We are only looking out for ourselves. The foul scent of superiority lingers in the air. Delish.
I miss Alexander...and my heart. But what an excellent Christmas present...the exchanging of hearts...
Cry for the saturation of love kiddos....and remember, when in doubt, just make a 'dead baby'joke. People always laugh at those...for whatever reason. I think I might start doing that...after I declare one of my many theories on one of my many topics and people just stare at me with their eyes glazed over...i will state..."And that is the difference between a dead baby and a baked potato" AND HILARITY WILL ENSUE! Flawless...really it is.
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| The greatest lovers were murderers first |
[17 Jan 2005|10:10pm] |
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I have no idea how to work this effing thing. Lauren needs to educate me on the livejournal troubleshooting.
Falling in love sucks. The only thing worse than falling in love is falling in love with someone that is in love with you. Love is a terrible terrible thing, and im not just saying that because I'm a typical hardcore girl that throwsdown at the thought of the word love...I'm saying that because it really fucking hurts.
I gave him my heart and he mine...and it seems hard to function when the broken heart in my hands isn't my own, and presently I am beginning to forget the sound of my own beat.
Eh fuck love...who wants to make out?
I wish I had friends....
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