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II went to Washington to meet my cousin Kelsey.
II was really excited, I got to meet a family member that I have never met before, and I got to go to Washington.
When I got there it looked like there had just been a flood, there was trash and dead fish every where.
There was even one house that was still waterlogged.
People were really busy cleaning up the mess.
My cousins house was an unkept little shack, the white paint was flaking off and the exposed wood was turning gray from the weather.
My cousin was younger then me I think about 14. She had short blond curly hair, and still had her baby fat.
She lived with her younger sister and uncle.
Kelsey was a sweet, niave girl, so I had to watch my mouth around her.
Before I came back home Kelsey got sick, but we thought it was just a cold. The weather hadn't been nice the whole time i was there.
A couple days latter I got a phone call while I was at work. It was Kelsey's little sister, she had called me that Kelsey had died on her birthday. Apparently she had drank some contaminated water from a nearby lake.
But before Kelsey died she gave her sister a gietar, she didn't know how to play so she had her uncle play a sad cowboy song for me over the phone.
 emnity · Tue May 16, 2006 @ 07:45pm · 0 Comments |
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Drunk'n orgys should be the new law.
So there was the four of us....J.D., Tim (aka Nate), a girl I just met named Ann, and me.
Everyone else was passed out (what a bunch of losers).
Well I suggested that the four of us took off our shirts, and we all did.
We danced, we drank, we broke bottles, and then drank some more.
Then I turned around and J.D. and I kissed, Tim and Ann kissed. Then I kissed Tim and J.D. kissed Ann. Then after that I kissed Ann, and she scratch the ******** out of my back, I even started bleeding.The guys almost kissed, but they decided that would be too gay....or something.
When I woke up in the morning I was wareing nothing but my under ware.
I couldn't find my clothes so I had to wonder around the house for a while wareing a blanket.
Good times I wouldn't trade it for the world
emnity · Fri May 05, 2006 @ 07:03am · 0 Comments |
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It's funny...I think at least.
I met this guy two months ago, and he makes me want to run away with him.
He always knows how I feel, and what I'm thinking without saying a word. Every time he comes near I get really worm and I feel like I'm falling.
I have to stop close my eyes, and take slow deep breaths.
He says I make him fill the same way.
I fill so full of life....like I can concur the world, and I think I will.
We made plans after he has finished school, and I've seen all of this god forsaken country, to run away to Chili.
Why I chose there...I couldn't possibly tell you why.
Are we kindred spirts......Or are we infatuated? heart
emnity · Thu Apr 20, 2006 @ 06:28am · 0 Comments |
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I just wanted to write in my journal |
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I really don't have much to say, I just wanted to write. It's good for me I'm sure.
I've been fealing real depresed lattly, I sucks because I have been this depressed in a long while. there could be an up side to this problem though, maybe my insperation will come back to. It seems I've had a writers block sence I've been much happier.
Even though the overwelming fealing can at times be unbarible, I'm kina at ease with the idea.
That sounds too positive for a depresed person. stare
emnity · Fri Mar 24, 2006 @ 06:52am · 0 Comments |
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I saw the last of Samurai Champloo. It did not end the way I was expecting.
Oh it was so sad and emotional, I almost cried. I couldn't though because my room mates were in the room and they have this bad habit of making fun of me. So I stayed strong.
I'll tell you a secret though, I think if no one else was in the room they would of cried.
They think they can always pick on me because I'm the only girl, but one day I'll get them back, I'm cooking up something real good. twisted
emnity · Fri Mar 03, 2006 @ 09:12am · 0 Comments |
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I had a dream last night, actually this morning.......Okay Okay it was three in the afternoon.
The dream was that I met David Bowe in my home, I told him how much I aprecate him and his music, then we just started talking. It was a good conversation, then he started showing me pictures of the country side where he was from.
Then I asked him if he wanted to talk more latter in a coffee house, he didn't say anything he just opened up his day planner and wrote me in.
That was the end of the dream.
That would be the coolest thing ever.
emnity · Sun Feb 12, 2006 @ 02:29am · 1 Comments |
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