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52.5%
11.02.04 (2:44 pm)   [edit]

52.5% on a purity test. im only half pure.


do you ever wish you culd take back chunks of your life.. or maybe just ten minutes of your life.. that one crutial moment, that one choice, can have the same impact on your life as an entire year of actions.


if i could go back and change two days... i would. then again, if i had not gone back to change those two days, id go back and change those other two days.. or maybe it would be... nah, not that night. i really dont care to go back to that. but to keep away from that in the first place i should go back to that second couple of days that i could change... but would i change it? if i did im sure i would have done the same thing again eventually, just in a  different frame of mind, and then i wouldnt be sitting here wondering what life would be like if i had only done that one thing different because id know that life.. and maybe, just maybe, i wouldnt want to go back.


an example: there was one night where i walked away. thinking of it now, i didnt have to walk. i could have stayed. i could have been a little late getting home, but come home safe, with things all worked out.. but i didnt. what would have happenned then? in those ten minutes where i could have just turned around back into that life i gave up because i was too scared to admit what i was thinking. is it just inevidable that I'd end up this way?


so im left here to wonder. im left here to dream. im left to think of what might have been, and comforted only but crude logic dictating that im better off as is.


-meeshka-jeremy-


 


"i try not to think of you, but then i see you and it all comes back"

 
shame shame
10.28.04 (2:35 pm)   [edit]

 


 


*tops herself with a paper crown*


i dub me 'queen pathetic'.


 


 


-jeremy-


 


 


 


 

 
of course not
10.25.04 (7:12 pm)   [edit]

I'v got homework coming out my ass. am i doing it?
Of course not.


i'v got a crush on a boy.. and a crush on another boy. am i trying for their aproval?
Of course not.


i'm broke as a hobo, and look like one too, most days. Am i doing anything to fix that?
of course not.


im overweight by about 30 pounds, with a bacon, cheese and potatoe pie baking in the oven. Am i going to turn down a second serving?
Of course not.


 


know why?
i guess im content with being a
fat
lonely
procrastinating
hobo.


*sigh* yeah for life. *woot* 


 


-Betty-


"this is a pretty pathetic resume i'v got here"


 

 
ew
09.29.04 (9:37 pm)   [edit]

so i should update, eh?


uh... stuff happenned.. i dont remember it...


yay me.


 


-Jeremy-


"oh, my love, my darlin' iv hungered for your touch, (something) lonely times... time goes by... so slowly and time can do so much. are you still mine?"


 


ok i do have something to update about. i feel stupid all the time... as if i have absolutely nothing good to say.. but i say something anyway so im not completely obliterated from the minds of my friends... then i just feel more stupid. i walk away when i feel stupid because the phrase is true. its better to be thought a fool then to open your mouth and prove it.


right now im blurting everything to sam and i think i sound bitchy even though i dont mean to... im just frusterated with myself and dont know how to words things. im sorry if i offend anyone. i really dont mean to.

 
uhm
09.20.04 (1:00 pm)   [edit]

yeah.... there's uh... kinda nothin' to say...


do you ever get that feeling that you're an ass? And no matter how hard you try to be someone that everyone else should like you still feel like an ass.... and then when you're yourself.. you know you're an ass? ugh..


 


Meeshka

 
enjoy the ride
09.03.04 (5:35 am)   [edit]

"another turning point, a fork stuck in the road. time grabs you by the wrist directs you where to go, so make the best of this task and dont ask why. its not a question but a lesson learned in time. its something unpredictable but in the end is right, i hope you had the time of you life.


so take the photographs and still frames in your mind, hang it on a shelf in good health and good time, tatoos of memeories and askin on trial, for whats its worth it was worth all the while.  its something unpredisctable, but in the end is right, i hope you had the time of your life.


its somthing unpredictable but in the end its right, i hope you had the time of your life


its something unpredictable but in the end its right, i hope you had the time of your life. "


 


 


so now that im bawling my eyes out i'm finally taking into consideration that this will be my least year as a 'child' in this society. denial is a nice little accessory that comes with life. i apriciate that gift. you might think that im in denial about the fact that we all grow. no. thats not it at all. im denying that im scared shitless of failure. of responsibilty. not being able to blame my oblivion, and my stupidity on my years. It's not like i had a sheltered childhood to blame it on.


four tiny years that take place at the beginning of everyone journey that lasts a good 60 beyond that. How come thats such a huge deal for everyone? HIGHSCHOOL. its so glorified... everyone feels like they missed out on something in highschool. everyone. therfore, no one missed out, everyones miserable... so why the hell is it so glorified? i think everyone in my year is expecting this grade to turn out to be like some scene from Greese. its really not. its gonna be just like the last.. and the last.. and so on and so forth. hell its like kindergarden, exept now i can reach the cookie jar and i get yelled at more.


Then theres college. whats that? Kindergarden, with rent. The Experimental Years... ooh, iv already been dubbed a lezbian by half the people i know, so whats the difference?


 7y6uh  &n bsp;  ty7y6u7y b  7y6yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy yyyyyy


that was me beating my head against the keyboard. im ready for it. im jsut as ready as ill ever be. ill take it day by day. step by step. next thing you know your looking back on it all going, saying 'where did it go?'


i hate that question. it went where you put it. i was sleeping most of it, drunk a good hunk of it, and complaining the rest.


yeah, school starts soon. then college starts soon, then job starts soon, then retirement starts soon... then guess what. your dead.


 


so enjoy the ride.


 


Jack Jeremy

 
two roads
08.26.04 (7:49 pm)   [edit]

iv found two roads i could follow.
neither are really all that great.
one is low, devious, and damaging, socially
the other is one a big person would take, full of pride and self respect, but damaging emotionally.


what do you think folks?


be a bitch and flip the finger where its been previously flipped by others?..


...or bite my tougue and smile?


 


-Jack-Jeremy-

 
gives you the finger*
08.24.04 (8:58 pm)   [edit]

Why do you think you know me so well?


I don't think you do.


I think you think you do.. but you dont.


Hell, maybe you do.. and I dont..


Maybe I'm just that godamn predictable.


I cant fuckin stand this.


But... I'm fine.


 


-Jack-


 


 

 
what the hell does my subconscious want from me?
08.06.04 (7:56 am)   [edit]

Alrighty, So I had this dream last night..
And in the dream, he told me he'd had a dream about me.. 
A rather Erotic dream.. I wont go into detail about it..
But why would I be dreaming of him dreaming of me? Its just not right..  


 


-Betty-


 


They pinch hard!

 
recollection
07.27.04 (4:29 pm)   [edit]
i read over a whole wack of this blog just now.. and earlier on, last week i read over my journals with a dear friend of mine.
skippin over parts that i dont want to remember, and parts that i would rather not reveal, and remembering parts inbetween entries that i dont even want to put in written word...
its amazing all the tiny insignificant events that make such an imact on your life, or the events that you think, at the moment, are going to change you forever really had to impact whatsoever. all the people that walk in and out of your life. the more brief the visit, the more you wish for them to come back, the longer the stay the less welcome the guest seems to be.. agh.

meeshka


[i]
you kind of inspired me to start up again[/i]
 
how should life be lived?
07.19.04 (11:58 am)   [edit]
i was up racking my brain for hours last ngiht thinking about this:

1. should life be lived day by day.. having fun.. make a few bucks.. try to get laid.. spur of the moment?

or

2. should life be lived with planning.. going to work.. living to make life in the future better?

everyone would say find a happy medium. thats a givin.. here's what kept me up for hours:


1. you wont have money. you wont have dreams. you will be nothing in comparison to what it would be with plan 2.

2. you might get hit by a bus next year and you'v spent your last days miserable, flipping burgars, and dreaming of a life you dont even know that you'll live.


Now we all know that you should try to avoid being hit by a bus... but its still a possibility. eh? bah!




Meeshka

 
argh!!
07.14.04 (11:11 am)   [edit]
you see iv got this problem..

im so hungry i'd eat anything right now. well maybe not anything, but almost. i really godda get me a personal chef. the thing with this is.. not only am i too lazy to go upstairs and prepare a little somethin somethin.. but id feel bad.. becasue.. well i just would.. its just not right.

bah.

ill have me some chicken noodle soup.



Henry




[i]go watch tv. it takes less brain power.[/i]







 
something hot
06.26.04 (1:17 pm)   [edit]
i found this.. it flabbergasted me.

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yeah i know, the font here makes it kinda wonky.. but thats ok.. its still hot.
 
reasons
06.26.04 (12:57 pm)   [edit]
The party was good. I'm glad I went. There were a few moments where things were kind of.. weird.. but all the while exciting.

Ok so the title: My mother came to me with a theory, some time ago, to help me understand better why and how people enter my life when really I have no use for them. She got deep into it and explained the purpose of almost every single person that has crossed my path so far. It all makes sence.. the problem is, I'm unaware of this grand purpose until these people have already left my life.. usually their exit involves termoil in my emotional stability... so.. if their entrance was to fix something wrong, then why is it that their exit has to hurt? To teach me a lesson to never talk to people like them again? ..But what if their "type" is needed again to fix somethign else.. Take Curtis and his crew.. Curtis was there to remove me from James and Matt and keep me away from hurting myself with them. Then what to do with Curtis.. He annoyed me, what now? Kathryn and Rebecca, They removed me from Curtis, somewhat. joy joy.. After a few weeks of drinking more and more everynight, Stewart came into the situation. A night with him, and some supplied liquid courage, and Curtis is removed completely. Another night with him and Kathryn ad Rebecca and their alcoholism are removed completely.. His job, which was there in the first place, removed him from me.. ending in that entire circle being away from me. In the big picture thats the best rout.. I'm sure my liver thanks me. I know my morals do.

I'm not sure if i believe in fate.. If I don't, its because i don't liek the idea of not being in charge of myself... or its because scientifically it makes no sence.. maybe a combination.. either way,. it freaks the hell outta me.. and it leads me to these next questons:

Does [i]he[/i] have a reason?
If he does, what is it?
How will he do it?
..And will it hurt?




-Meeshka-



[LINE]


[i]You're a really nice girl, he says, [i] As He throws his arm over my shoulder and kisses the top of my head[/i][/i]



 
*runs around in circles*
06.23.04 (2:28 pm)   [edit]
I'VE GOT A LOVELY BUNCH OF COCONUTS, DIDDLY DEE. HERE THEY ARE ALL STANDING IN A ROW.. BUMP BUMP.. BIG ONES, SMALL ONES, SOME AS BIG AS YOUR HEAD.. YES, IV GOT A LOVERLY BUNCH OF COCONUTS, DIDDLY DEE.. .... ..... . . .. . . .. .


summer begins.. and my brain begins to rot.. oh the joy the joy..




*starts to sing that annoying little diddy again*





I'M GOING FOR A TREK UPTOWN NOW.. to see my DADDY!!!! RABLE RABLE RABLE.

damnit.. why do i miss the rabler? i dont! thats why! wait that makes no sence....






yes yes.. its the brain rottage kicking in.. joy joy joy..




I'V GOT A LOVELY BUNCH OF COCNUTS.. DIDDLY DEE... BUMPA DUMPA DUMPA BUMPA DA... LA LA.. hmm hmm hmm hmm hm hm hm hm hm hmmmmmmm....... . .. .. .







-Tina-






 
popped beer
06.21.04 (4:08 pm)   [edit]


[i]I'm not trying to fool you, even though i would like to..
I think you are really fit, you're fit, but my gosh, Don't you know it.[/i]

its amazing how songs enter your head and then.. they dont leave.. they're like a really bad houseguest.. or that smell in the freezer when a beer pops..

[i]
Don't toch me.. Don't touch me.. Dont.. Dont--alright. Dont touch me..[/i]


indeed.. a popped beer..

[i]
yes yes oh yay.[/i]




-alfred-


[LINE]


[i]---seems like we're gonna have an audience today---[/i]

 
worst advice
06.18.04 (9:59 pm)   [edit]
so im sittin here talking to this guy. He's got some real issues, some identity issues.. some issues with people.
he thinks that if he's himself no one will ever like him. i exhausted every supportive response you could have to a person with low self esteem and no friends.. so i told him this...

[i]well uh.. then.. be like me and completely change who you are inside for who you want to be outside.. its horrible for your soal, but.. oh well[/i]

it took me a few sentences later before i realised how discusting that is that i would say taht to someone who was in such emotional trauma.
its discusting that this advise so poorly fit for this young person im talking to, is followed by me.

tragic? no.. logic? yes..

its 2 am. i think i shall post this now.



Meeshka



edit: 215 now.. i saw a picture of him a little while ago.. maybe around 1230. it almost made me cry. it made my stomach jump, and throat grow tight, it made a sudden burts of excitement grow and then crumble to brutal bitterness. Do you think he knows what he does to me.. even though he was before and this is now? Do you think even if he does know.. he cares? I dont think he does. i think he cares more for other things.. like making money to pay for his mustang cobra penis extension. the worst part is, i lost two good partyer friedns over taht stupid couple of nights.. smart move there little one. have a good time trying to swallow your stomack back down..

twenty
stranger
sweetheart
nigger
gasp
relief
garage
boose
friends
missinformed
talking
litening
walls
regret
stupidity
forgive
reason
overnight
drip
wet
sticky
naked
stoned
abandoned
speghetti
ideas
refused
spilled
fight
smug
security
false
disowned
hated
ignored
ignored
ignored
ignored

[i]i might give you a call on sunday, i might have a couple hours[/i]


-Jeremy-
 
a progressing headache
06.10.04 (5:57 pm)   [edit]
wow. 5 comments on a blog. im impressed.

so iv been in my basement for about 5 hours now... working on this health advocacy thinger. a waste of good cyberspace, i think. check it out if you care to bother. its still in the making. excuse the construction.

[url=]http://www.geocities.com/meg_...[/url]

he called me up last night. the storm hung up on him. was it wrong of me to neglect to call him back? do you think he cares either way? somehow i doubt it.

i have a pondering..

if computers (the internet) didn't exist, would the world be a better place? sure, there wouldn't be as much of an informationg flow, but is that really a bad thing? Knowing that everything i would ever want to inquire about is aproximately 3 minutes away takes away my desire to find out. not because i know it'll be there tomorrow, but whats the point if everyone else on the planet already knows?

another pondering..

is the previous pondering even relevant? yes, computers are a relatively new invention, invented by humankind, and ultimately can be terminated by humankind, but would it ever be? would, in any other senerio, the computer sease to exist? or is it innevidable that the invention of the computer would take over the lives of humankind in an information stage of economy, at one point in time, in every parallel demention, in every plain of existance..

sad really. not only that humans believe they cannot survive without the assisance of machine, proved solely by the fact that machine exists at all... but also that i sit here on this machine which i dispise so greatly, to tell the world of my ponderings... sad indeed.

either way, i'v updated, so now ill get back to puttering around with the advocacy thinger..


-Meeshka-



[i]
"I'm serious about this.. i mean, whats left out there for you guys? nothing really... im sorry am i depression you?"[/i]


 
fuck you
06.01.04 (6:00 pm)   [edit]
[i]"oh i love you leafer. you just make me happy"[/i]

where does this come from? im not differnt from anyone else.. infact, im a itch compared to what a i used to be (a slightly giddier less blunt bitch).. so whats still there to love? people confuse me..

so im talking to him, right? and he said he missed talking to me.. and i say "it must be weird, seeing as im so differnt" and he says "yeah".. that would be when the jolt goes through my body and theres a satisfaction i havn't felt in a while. i think it might be weird.

[i]*listens to the psychadelic music on the radio*
*spaces out*
*craves a good punch*[/i]

yes.. i was going to update on everything in my head, and in my life.. but seeing as no one asked in person i dont think i will. bedsides.. all these tblog people dont care about some chick and her bleek life in big bad brockvegas.

adue

i depart.

-Meeshka-
 
fuckin pool table
05.26.04 (5:19 am)   [edit]
i kicked it.. i kicked it last friday.. that was days and days ago.. NOW im hurting.. good fuckin god. goin' to see a doctor soon i guess.

so i was talking to someone last night for quite a while.. it was weird. as if i actually talk to this person on a regular basis. the thing is i dont. i barely do. i havnt in a long time. odd.. and the tables have turned.

i hate school. i really do. 25. kingston. my own apartment near queen street.. sounds nice, eh? drivin' arund in my little white two door pontiac convertable sunbird.. *smile* dang nammit i wanna drive it.

yes well.. seeing as i AM in class i should probably go before the teacher comes around andboots me out.

-Jeremy-
 
as i triumphantly wave my right middle finger
05.25.04 (4:00 pm)   [edit]
*breaks into song*

i dont fuckin care anymore.. do da.. do da..

i dont fucking care anymore.. oh do da day...

yup.. im in one of those moods that involve skipping around whilst spewing profanities at random inanimate objects. weee!

not sure what brought it on. possibly the bellville boy, possibly the garage dweller, possibly the stompy huffer, possibly me.. indeed thats the one.

*prance*prance*prance*

mm hmm, sad and pethetic how i have nothing better to do but to tap out random verbs.

fuck you

-Meeshka-

 
done
05.16.04 (10:46 am)   [edit]
Fuck It.

I'v given up the ambition to fight,
I'll cooperate.
Promise.
You're all assholes.

-Jeremy-











[i]"The next time I see you, I want to see a smile on your face"[/i]



 
balls weiner
05.15.04 (12:12 pm)   [edit]
I'm so happy right now.
I'v decided (for the moment) that life just has to be lived.
Whatever makes you feel good, you should do it.

*sigh*

I love this concept.
I'm sure I'll change my mind soon enough.
I'll be back into a miserable rut..
But for the moment,
I'm so content
that if I died,
I'd fight the gods
to come back,
and I'd fight
to come back as me.
That's a rarity.

*spins in a circle*




-Lucy-



 
NO! NO! NOT MY EYE!
05.11.04 (7:34 pm)   [edit]
hmm. dont ask about the title.. saw a first aid thing on eye injuries in health class..

well well well. im sitting here bored out of my fucking mind. iv only been home for a while, too, which is the sad part. not really bored though.. just edgy and thinking and wanting to be out and numbed from everythign in my head. fuck.

ill be there till the stars dont shine, till the heavens burst, and the words dont rhyme, and the day i die, you'll be on my mind, and i love you.. always..

iv been thinking about him a lot lately. its a bad thing, i know. i don't want him, i know. i don't need him, i know. I can do better, i know. I'v got others to choose from, i know. i know. i know. i know. well fuck.. where's my fuckin' knight? ..off getting stoned with his other knight buddies at the round table.... yup. he'll ride in eventually, but it'll be on a moped, instead of a white horse, and he'll bear muchies and beer, instead of gifts and kisses... meh. ill just have cats.

i miss everyone. i stood in the hall for a few minutes today. it was great. everyone joked, and talked and stuff like that.. but hen the bell rang, so i had to leave.

james freaks me out. it didn't really bother me until it hit me that im gonna be stuck with him for extended amounts of time. i don't think i'll work there too long. i was completely hyped a while ago, but now im just.. nervous.

yeah, well im gonna go veg on some toher websight now, as nothin interests me here, that would be of any benifit to anyone.

-jeremy-
 
chico rodreguez
05.10.04 (1:09 pm)   [edit]
does anyone ever wish they could go back and relive soemthing? even if they knew it ended in agony.. pain that never really went away.. that lingered for months and months.. just to have that good couple of weeks again? hell, i would. good god, i miss those couple of weeks. it was just so damn happy.

hmm, my weekend..
--went to jaidas
--went to andrews on moterbike
--hung out with Xavier, the most amazing guitar player iv ever seen
--went to sleep
--woke up, drew some doodles
--went to jaidas
--sat in the hot tub
--watched movies
--ate speghetti
--cried during monsters inc
--went to sleep
--watched more movies
--went home.

can anyone tell what the highlight of my weekend was?

hmm, now what?.. i was insulted. it was a tiny comment really. insignificant, i'd go as far to say. it still riped my heart out and splatted it against the bare jiprock basement wall.. yup. it was painful. *shakes head* dang nammit.

He hasn't called. i think i like this job of his. keeps him busy for a few days of the week. ill probably see him tomorrow.. ra ra. maybe K&R talked to mr mitchell.. shit i forgot his last name. i even went through curts wallet to find it... fawk. ah well. he's bad for me anyways.

yup. i lead a boring and uneventful life, so i better just shut up and post this damn thing.

-jeremy-