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roses are red. violets are blue. if you have a valentines date. i hope he gives you herpes. [14 Feb 2005|02:06pm]
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dear cupid,
we need to talk
about your aim.











hmm i have a fever on the day of love.
atleast someone called me to wish me a good one.

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY TO ALL. </font>

love, scout

love suicide [31 Dec 2004|12:23am]
my 2005;; adventure. mentally and physically healthy. and lots of love. &thats what i want




i was trying to find the other sock, but i bumped into a skeleton in my closet..


finishing touching to this year.. over 40 pics )
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[19 Nov 2004|11:42am]
4 day weekends are the best.


whats that red wristband for?? see the lead singer of the walkmen,, yahh im with him )
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[29 Oct 2004|11:25pm]

blinded by wonder and lust
&you never noticed your chains

the road leads to where its led... )

i love josh, brandon, and ben. i am obsessed.

BOOsldjfalkfjaljal )

now what were you for holloween? </font>
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[29 Oct 2004|11:23pm]

blinded by wonder and lust
&you never noticed your chains

the road leads to where its led... )
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[29 Oct 2004|11:20pm]

blinded by wonder and lust
&you never noticed your chains

the road leads to where its led... )
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[29 Oct 2004|11:20pm]

blinded by wonder and lust
&you never noticed your chains

the road leads to where its led... )
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[29 Oct 2004|10:35pm]

blinded by wonder and lust
&you never noticed your chains

the road leads to where its led...> <font size=10> THE SECRET MACHINES and INTERPOL. OCTOBER 28TH 2004 <img src= )
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[29 Oct 2004|10:34pm]
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[10 Oct 2004|09:04pm]
this entry is simply a shoutout. no comments needed just an appreciation.

its kind of crazy because 3 of some of the most important people in my life, have birthdays this month.

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<c> this entry is simply a shoutout. no comments needed just an appreciation.

its kind of crazy because 3 of some of the most important people in my life, have birthdays this month.

<b> <font-face=size 20> sooo HAPPY BIRTHDAY: AMANDA, ISABELLA, &OLIVIA </b> </font>

amanda: Everytime I feel down, I know I can look online and you'll be there telling me something amazing that just makes me look at the situation better. When I think of Insight, you are such a big part of my experience and it is so hard not seeing you everyday like I could for 2 weeks during the summer. Its okay that I don't get to see you everyday though because I know your there for me and the text messages and IMs saying I LOVE YOU make it all good.... i hope to see you soon, really soon,.. twins (graduation night) forever.. i <333 you and your soo lucky to be 18, and i hope your plans (u were telling me tonight) come true cuz that should happen in everyone life.

isabella: wow I really don't even know where to start. we have been tight for 2 years now and we've helped each other with so much crap noone actually could comprhend. but i won't even go into that shit because there are too many amazing memories to talk about. okay so this summer was probably the most amazing summer of my life, and hmm what did I do this summer.. o yes ITALY!!!! We both know our adventures in italy so i won't go into it but I don't think I would of survived 2 weeks with any other friend. ya okay I know we have had some bumps in the road but its because we are so comfortable with each other, theres no hiding, its real. anyways, i love you so much and we will be best friends till the end. biffles, siffles, and but dimples (i forget, do u have them)..

olivia: i bet you im crying by the end of this shoutout. i miss you so much words can't cut it. its scary how close two people can get in so little time, and how much trust you can gain. you caught me in a spin of shit that i pretty much hadn't told anyone about and you just listened and was there for me. you are one of the most craziest people i know, but its helps make who you are. we have the same clothes, same journal entries..lol, same moms (lol their bestfriends) and its crazy how my dreams in the future are what ur doing right now.. living in nyc with your own apartment.. im soo happy for you yet i miss you so much and am counting down the days till thanksgiving to see you. your eighteen, thats big, but i know theres nothing you cant handle. i love you soo much, i couldnt ask for a better older sister.. <3 mwah

<b> I LOVE ALL 3 OF YOU.. YOU HELP MAKE UP ME.. ITS A NEW YEAR, NEW BEGINNING TO START NEW THINGS.. MAKE A WISH& BLOW OUT YOUR CANDLES.. <3
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[26 Aug 2004|11:28pm]
soo my summer has been absolutly amazing..
i have to say i've changed a lot.. not that people will notice, but i can tell i have..
i hope the change is for the good.. i mean i hope im not the meek, insecure 8th grader i was, because middle school down right sucked and that was probably one of the reasons. I think ive became a lot more independent this summer.. i mean you kinda hafta be if you go to a foreign country without your parents. my friends have been a HUGE part of my summer.. wow i could seriuosly go on and on and on about my friends.. and i will. I hate when people post everything they did that day.. but i wanna post pictures so i kinda hafta describe them by talking about what i did this summer.. so w/e




italia.. wow i had dinner with donatella versace in a graveyard at midnight )




insight two...the most amazing thing that ive ever done )




and then LAST BUT NOT LEAST.. SANTA BARBARA WITH THE GIRLS )

okay so thats pretty much a shitload of pictures................so comment on your summer memories, or just to say hey... i LOVE you all oh and comment on what SECTION your in if you go 2 oakwood....
xo xo

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[02 Jul 2004|08:06pm]
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what is was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hungit on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts

That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his litte sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of it's new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left the butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his siter got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his fahter never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year Father Tracy died
And he forgot how to end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three AM he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.
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[29 Jun 2004|05:25pm]
[ mood | I HATE MY BODY ]
[ music | coldplay ]

i
hate
myself
yet
i
love
you
so

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