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[24 Dec 2005|03:42am] |
Well it seems that I'm being called in for my first photoshoot a day before Christmas Eve. The only person who I got a present from besides flowers was TenTen. Very very nice katana. Perhaps I can get a picture up later.
Sorry for the short notice but I will be gone until the 28th with this photoshoot all. I wont be around for Christmas... I might pop on sometime tomorrow just to see people. The luxuries of having a laptop neh?
Sasuke... if you want... you can call me.
551-2269 is my cell.
[Edit:] BTW Im out of the damn hospital and it turns out I dont need phyiscal therapy but once a week and I dont even have to wear bandages or the damn sling anymore. Hmm... Ja
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[12 Dec 2005|04:20pm] |
typing with only one hand really blows... as do many other things.... well so.... the nurse says im on morphine.... i dont believe her... i still feel the damned stinging in my arm.... but i do feel something else.... and woo.... let me tell you this is the most truthful i have ever been with anyone. so... to keep on my tangent i have something to say about everyone who i have had fights with lately... or who i have slept with.... mhmmm mhmmm....
first off...
hana... you have been to see me alot. why? i have no fucking clue, but let me tell you something.......... first i gotta remember what it was......... dammit...... oh! i did not ask for oral sex.... no matter what you say that i said.... im on drugs... thats not fair....... i dont even remember getting head. you suck.... but thanks i guess for letting me borrow your computer thing..... thanks
kisame.... where the fuck are you? why arent you here yet... you are supposed to be a bodyguard right? these nurse keep staring at me funny because they are makin me wear these fucking paper cinderella gown things. i was thinking that maybe we should start acting more like a gang instead of a frat... lets go shoot some bitches up or somethin... i feel like a thug with this damned bullet wound.... we will hunt down that mother fucker that shot me.... rock on
hinata.... i dont care what those mother fuckers say to you... you are awesome......... if you dont wanna play dress up house dolly shit... then dont be a desperate house wife.... go do something that people wouldnt think you would do... like go shoot someone....
ten.... i dont really care what i say right now because i can blame it on drugs.... but i never meant to hurt you... accidents happen... you learn to live.
sasuke.... im your fucking older brother and you haven't come to see me yet... you prick.... i dont care how busy you are you little emo twit. i'll be here for like two fuckin weeks and if i dont see your ass at least once....... well i dont know what i will do yet.... but you wont like it.
deidara...... ................ .................................. ............... . .............. .................. .......................................... .................... ....... umm im sorry. dunno what else to say.... forgive me..... i think this giant gaping hole in my shoulder is a nice enough sign from the powers that be that....... yeah.... i fucked up.
naruto.... take a damn pill.... and beat my brother into submission and drag his ass over here or something.... be useful.
sakura.... i still dont like you......... but for once.... i have nothing to really say..........
kay... this lady with her boobies hanging out of her uniform just came in and told me she is gonna give me more morphine.... i dont like her.... she looks more like a stripper than a nurse.... she is kinda creepy for how she looks at me. im not food.
drugs... woo
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| Downtown |
[10 Dec 2005|06:51am] |
So... I made it downtown in one piece, my motorcycle being all nice and worn out from me driving all over the fucking place to try and clear my mind. If anyone has never been to the Feul. Go there.... they have good cake.... good beverages.... good alcohol.... and internet. Its seven dollars an hour, but it's still internet.
So without going emo like some bitches... alot of shit happened today. Alot of shit I am very sorry for... but I can't change the past. Hopefully one day my sins will be forgiven, but until that day I suppose I am destined to be rogue.
In fact, I'm glad I'm leaving soon... that I will be able to get away from it all. Good bye Konoha and hello rest of the world.
The girl from the agency finally called me back on the final confirmation. After I went in for the interview awhile back... and I had the small head shot thing set up... I got a call from her saying that there is a jeans line that wants me in the next few ads for like a bajillion magazines.
Yeah... so I will be able to run away from it all. Deidara wont have to see me. TenTen wont have to see me. Sakura wont have to see me (which I bet just makes her all warm inside).
I think the only people I will whole heartedly miss... is Kisame, and Hinata.
Excuse me while I go get wasted... maybe if I am lucky... the bottle will break over my wrist or something. O_O!
Those are gun shots! Fucking gun shots were fired outside! Fuck. ahhhhhhhh shit. ouch....
llllllmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmllllllllll dddddddwq ....... shot... ...... blood....
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| Empty Cupboards.... |
[08 Dec 2005|07:23pm] |
Minus Hinata coming over and bringing us food... our fridge is practically empty... and now the last bag of pretzels is gone too. The one that had the big red sticker with my name on it. I don't know who took it... but whoever did is getting their asses kicked. I will find pretzel seeking hounds and hunt you down, then kick your face in! Those were flavored pretzels too... the kinda I rarely get because they are expensive.
We need to go grocery shopping... but someone also stole money from the jar on the top of the fridge where we hide the grocery money. The only reason Im accusing someone of stealing it... is mainly because we have no new groceries in this house.
Just because I'm going to start letting assholes take pictures of me... does not mean that I stop eatting, I'm not some willy nilly fucking girl who cries over gaining a pound. I want some damn food.
Im leaving to get some.
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| I suppose I can succumb to the meeeeems |
[02 Dec 2005|12:35am] |
If you read this, please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want – good or bad – BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.
<lj-cut text="other meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeems click here>
haha, fooled you.</lj-cut>
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| Crossfade :: Cold |
[29 Nov 2005|09:58pm] |
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Without going into a long story...
Fuck everyone. I'm better off alone, and always have been.
You seriously want to talk to me... talk to my face. Don't bother looking at the frat house... I won't be there for awhile.
Call the cell and leave a message if you are serious... I might consider showing up.
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| MySpace blows |
[26 Nov 2005|02:25pm] |
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I seem to be watching the news alot lately, I guess it's due to nothing interesting being on whenever I am around to watch anything. So, needless to say, I was watching the news this morning and enjoying some coffee when this interesting segment came on about MySpace. I'm not sure how many of my friends use MySpace, but the media is portraying it as something evil. For once, I agree. I don't like MySpace... it's a place where teens gather and whore themselves out via digital photos and web cams. Seriously, it's beyond retarted. For instance, I went to a party a while back and I remember distinctly that after some of the more amusing party games, half of the people there started taking pictures of themselves to post on MySpace. They hovered over the hostess' laptop, drooling over themselves and uploading these gods awful pictures. All I did, was finish the drink I had and made the simple comment of, "Internet whores..." Surprisingly enough, the three girls turned around and giggled at me, AGREEING with me, that they were in fact internet whores. Stupid, plain and simple.
So if you wish to keep yourself from being seen as an internet whore, stay here on LiveJournal, or you could also go to GreatestJournal and Xanga. These places have taste, unlike MySpace...
I think that concludes my internet rant for today.
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| Bad News... |
[25 Nov 2005|11:53pm] |
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I stepped out of the shower and was about to walk out the door when I noticed the television was on, and the news was announcing that Pat Morita... more well known as Mr. Miyagi from the movie The Karate Kid died today at the age of 73, and of natural causes.
I think instead of going to a club or a party... I might just take a walk instead now. Damn this is depressing.
Want the whole story, go here.
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| Anti-Flag:: Underground Network |
[25 Nov 2005|10:16pm] |
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While I have a moment to myself, let me go ahead and just go off on a tangent that is rather irrelevant to everyone else.
Working blows. Customers blow. Management blows. Unwanted stress blows. Many other things blow, and I mean, totally suck at the moment, but the biggest thing that is bothering me = work. I might not have had any problems there before, but it's little things that are driving me completely insane.
I honestly think I am going to quit that stupid job soon... what I am getting paid is not worth sticking around.
I think it's just about time I spread my wings and do something else, something more exciting... shit I don't know. And it's just my luck that when I was wandering around campus today some chick handed me a flyer for college student jobs, however it looks like one of those door to door scam jobs -- which I am not interested in, k thx.
I feel like I have been recluse lately... rather anti-social. Simple solution for that. Go out and have fun. Right? Yeah...
Shower. Food. Party-Club-Something Fun.
Mhmm... sounds good to me.
Oh, before I forget... while I was at work today, some woman was talking to me about being a model... she said I had a handsome face and she could help me out getting started if I was interested. She gave me her number... debating on if I should call her. That was the one good thing that happened at work today.
Call or don't call?
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