| diet coke. |
[16 Apr 2005|12:42am] |
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 ditzy |
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gwen stefani - "hollaback girl." |
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whoa. whoa. whoa. i almost forgot i had this thing. whoops.
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| valley of the balls. |
[03 Feb 2005|09:51am] |
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mood |
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 tired |
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jay-z - "99 problems." |
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note to self: make a burn book of all the men i have ever dated, touched, or began a relationship with. you are all supreme faggots!
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| butts. |
[25 Jan 2005|02:56pm] |
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 sick |
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britney spears - "do something." |
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i want to be blonde again... pronto.
blonde roots and dark brown hair - not so fantastic.
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| a+c. |
[20 Jan 2005|10:34pm] |
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 nervous |
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music |
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britney spears - "do something." |
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he is a capricorn. i am a pisces.
we clash but clash so well.
is this... my first boyfriend?
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| this is sex without touching. |
[13 Jan 2005|01:29am] |
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mood |
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awake |
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music |
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bob marley - "one love." |
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mary-kate olsen is my hero.
afterall, she does weigh ninety-one pounds.
(sidenote: i'm seriously considering doing something good for myself. i will not quit smoking... so scratch that. but maybe drinking eight glasses of water a day? it helps your skin. my dad does it. he has nice skin but one nasty ass mustache.)
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| shit brown. |
[28 Nov 2004|02:44am] |
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 high |
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metric - "grow up and blow away." |
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now i can like use like... color care shampoo for brunettes and stuff.
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[08 Nov 2004|01:07am] |
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 cold |
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snoop dogg - "drop it like it's hot." |
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it's 1:07am.
i leave to go back to school tomorrow morning at 5:30am with my father.
i am dreading going back.
(i will regret saying this i bet.)
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| this is not good. |
[22 Sep 2004|02:28pm] |
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hungover |
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placebo - "sleeping with ghosts." |
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i am slowly yet surely fading into a boston bombshell.
i was just informed there are several pictures of me from different evenings on this website like bostondrunks.com or something. i want to know what website it is. i want to see. my friends here at school told me about it at starbucks this morning.
i won't lie. i am already doing shitty at school. fashion design is not for me. i am so un-coordinated. i don't make clothes - i buy them. i think art is where i belong. i can't fucking sew or make a fucking gown. i am planning on switching majors to like fashion merchandising or something in the fashion field. fashion institute of technology rejected me when i applied but i recieved a letter in the mail the DAY before i left for school requesting they view my portfolio and they offer my major i want which is fashion illustration. i realized fashion is not art what-so-ever. it is art if you wear it correctly. i am here learning shit i don't want to learn and it's hard. all the measurements and terms i've never heard of. everyone else is skilled in what they do because they've all had prior experience in high school. my high school didn't offer anything remotely close to fashion design. i am deciding whether i should just suck it up and try my hardest to make clothes and risk them coming out like fashion roadkill or just switch majors. if i switched majors, i'd have new classes at new times and i would be three weeks behind of shit. PLUS - this girl i depsise is a fashion design major and she swears she's like an ancestor of coco chanel. she's always on her cell phone talking about milan and leather. she's so weird. ODDLY pretty but she is like... such a royal douche bag.
i am broke. well - not broke. i am able to live here with the amount of money i have. i just wish i had more. i have a nice new wardrobe to show for it though. plus - i spend a fortune on cigarettes and wine here. and fucking taxi cabs. oh, god... the taxi cabs. it's all worth it in the end.
i am speaking everything on my mind right now. so pardon me.
not to sound like my head is up my rear - but i have been told by many men and women that i will be the apple of everyone's eye in the city and i will get devoured. like what the hell? there is no one that has approached me. there is no one i am willing to approach. and if i was to approach someone - their "partner" would be right next to them. so i'm shit outta luck, man. this sucks. i feel so lonely. my room-mates (the girls) are so happy together. they're in love and they cuddle in one bed everynight. jealous? well - i am. i don't have any interests right now. like liz once told me - i am so desperate (hate admitting it) that any guy will do. and i force myself to like them and it's so hard.
my room-mate has a nextel and she won't stop beeping her fucking boyfriend. it's annoying the living shit out of me. everyone is a little disturbed with her. she wears our clothes, eats our food, and is broke. like she literally has $2. DON'T EVER BUY A CHRISTIAN DIOR PURSE WITH COLLEGE MONEY! we feel guilty leaving her out so we always will give her the $5 for beer or whatever. i dunno? i want her to get a job bad. less we have to see of her and the less we have to supply her with our cash.
people here have been telling me i should invest in getting a job as a make-up artist at sephora or some store here for the weekends. i don't like working. it sucks. i have been doing girl's make-up for years and lately here at school - i've been doing it daily/nightly. i'm thinking of charing like $2-3 a face. i could buy my random addictions with that money. coffee... cigarettes... drinks... i don't know? i go to sephora alot and bring a friend and always wind up doing their make-up and the employees at the store have asked me if i am a make-up artist so hey... at least i know i make it look professional.
over and out.
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| christ. |
[19 Sep 2004|04:33pm] |
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stressed |
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heart - "magic man." |
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i love it here in boston. i will admit that...
up till now.
someone broke into my dorm room this weekend and stole my laptop.
my parents were so mad. and my school isn't doing anything about the robbery.
this sucks royal dick.
on a brighter note - i have the coolest homework assignments. i have to write a paper tonight on how elvis presley is a fashion icon.
i don't live in my dorm room anymore. i live with these three girls upstairs from me. it's wild.
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| college. |
[09 Sep 2004|03:18pm] |
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awake |
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nine inch nails - "into the void." |
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i love it here.
this is amazing.
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| 125 commonwealth avenue. |
[07 Aug 2004|02:37pm] |
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nervous |
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the killers - "somebody told me" |
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i leave september 5. somewhat excited but mostly scared.
my mother's attempt to get me a single dorm room failed severely miserably. i am living with three other guys. they come from willimntic, CT... seekonk, MA... mountainside, NJ... and then there's me... the flaming faggot from nashua, NH who is going to make my fellow room-mates commit suicide.
they should be prepared. they need to understand i will smoke endless amounts of cigarettes... i will stumble into bed at 3:00am after a night of wine and fine men.... i will sleep throughout the day since i only come out at night... and i will burn their clothes and belongings if i catch them talking about me.
i am a room-mate's worst nightmare. i have so many pre-bed rituals such as squeezing the living shit out of my pores, washing my face, brushing my teeth, doing a quick sunless tan, sometimes have a small glass of wine, late-night laundry sessions... i don't know? i do a shitload of weird stuff. they have no idea what they're getting themselves into.
why me? why me? why me?
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| high school wrap-up. |
[15 Jun 2004|01:31am] |
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scandalous |
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oar - "here's to you." |
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so... this is what it feels like to be out of high school. i love it. i am away from the bad-breathed, spider veined teachers, the overwhelming amount of fake louis vuitton handbags, and the students i dreaded to see daily for the past twelve years. nashua high school is my definition of hell. worst years of my life. but i have made some friends over the years that have changed my life. those are the ones i will never forget... sure - we may lose touch but i won't ever stop thinking about my youth with those friends. i have made some friends i thought i would never even consider befriending and here i sit - counting down the days till we all leave - and doing whatever we can to take our mind off all of our departures. but it's the way life goes.
( some gradution pictures. )
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| "so, can regular people shop here?" |
[18 May 2004|12:59am] |
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montgomery gentry - "if you ever stop loving me." |
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these girls. i miss watching television with them each tuesday night, man. ally and jamie were like... my best friends.
i also have a new guilty pleasure. country music. i know, right? what a heinous thought.
my car is in the shop for the fuckin' week. i guess i did quite some damage to it in the winter - having that accident and all. i've been driving my sister's car lately - whenever she lets me use it. but mainly to go pick that lush up at the bar.
i definitley caught some cheerleader today immitating how i walk in the hallway today. i turned around and saw her turn pretty damn red. i didn't say anything though - how unlike me. she's gonna have to learn to accept the fact that i'm... a natural-born diva. she also needs to learn to stop buying every fucking color flip-flop sandal from old navy to match her outfits that burn the retinas of my eyes.
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| all wined up. |
[08 May 2004|12:50am] |
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 drunk |
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kelis ft. nas - "in public" |
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so many of my friends have d.i.l.f.'s.
...and i fucking love it.
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| dean-o. |
[28 Apr 2004|07:01pm] |
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drunk |
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roc project - "never." |
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i just fucking saw dean. dean from applebee's. a harmless date with amy childs and her daughter megan resulted in smoking cigarette after cigarette and flicking my past love off.
don't remember dean? we exchanged numbers a whole year ago. and never made anything of it but still... he is fat, pale, and dyed his hair black. amy said i looked like paris hilton.
just went over lindsay's to laugh about dean and do her hair. she paid me to do her hair in bottles of beer.
dean did see me give him the middle finger. i just can't believe how heinous he got. he used to be thin and look identical to ricky martin. now - he looks like a corpse.
I FUCKING HATE YOU, DEAN COBB.
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| diet shakes. |
[27 Apr 2004|02:00am] |
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mood |
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 worried |
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carly simon - "you're so vain." |
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i am dipping myself into the chocolate. but chocolate has never been my kinda thang.
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| mirror, mirror on the wall... |
[15 Apr 2004|05:48pm] |
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mood |
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 envious |
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joss stone - "fell in love with a boy." |
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there are several people i could point at and say i feel like they're in a big competition with me. competition meaning like... who is better looking than me.
i look at myself in the mirror often and dry heave. i don't think i'm that attractive what-so-ever and i know other people agree.
i get noted by people on how artificial my body is. i will admit, there is not one natural thing on my body. i always go the extra mile and enhance it. my hair is not really bleach blonde - it's just blah-nde. my skin is not tan or orange as some may say - i go tanning daily. my teeth have been through four boxes of crest whitestrips. my complexion is not like J.Lo's - it's a moisturizer with radience so my skin looks like a 14kt gold tennis bracelet.
those things are what make me the christopher that i am. i TRY to look different than everyone else... because looking like the basic abercrombie & fitch retard is boring to me. i'm glad i stick out in a crowd - stares are sometimes a good thing.
i am just like any of you guys. i am a human. i have feelings. i know what's right and what's wrong.
we will never see ourselves through clearly.
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| cookie tits. |
[14 Apr 2004|10:38pm] |
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mood |
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poor as fuck |
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music |
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the sounds - "dance with me." |
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i lied. i said i wasn't going to my senior prom.
it was last night while tanning when friggin diggins and i confirmed we're going together. we better be the highlight of that thing... and there better be one mean ass bottle of champagne in that limosuine.
speaking of limosuine - i just might want to throw in the fact i recieved the biggest insult the other day... WHEN I WON FIRST PLACE IN THE CLAY AIKEN LOOK-ALIKE CONTEST. i won two tickets to his concert and a limosuine. (and again, there better be one mean ass bottle of champagne in there.) i always thought people called me "clay" to make me mad... apparently, i look like that ugly faggot. why me?
one single night about two weeks ago is repeating itself in my head all the time. that's when the triple threat was developed. that's when i never laughed so hard in my life. that when i touched my first dead animal. that's when i felt so dirty after stepping foot into a house like the one we went into - but never wanted to shower after. that's when i learned today's freshmen in high school can sometimes pass for legal aged teenagers. no one will ever understand where this is coming from.
( we model for valvoline and john deere. )
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| the onyx hotel tour. |
[07 Apr 2004|06:34pm] |
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mood |
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 rejuvenated |
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kelis - "junkie." |
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"dad, why did you get me those britney spears tickets?" i asked my dad.
"i wasn't sure what to get my gay son for christmas..." he responds.
( +5 )
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