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oh my! that pic makes my heart aflutter! oh wait...is that arrythmia??!?


no..that was heart aflutter...whew!

*hugs*

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yes. I can spot the mispelled words.

I guess this journal entry was there over my birthday, so I can safely say those days were interesting of sorts as well. In case you havn't heard I:

-hit on a 16 year old.
-told a car full of very large gangstas "FUCK YOU" as loud as I could while flicking them off.
-tackled melissa joan hart.
-puked right next to the toliet in a stripclub
-took off my shoes and pants on Sunset Blvd.
-told a trilobyte he's sexier then billy corgan "no matter what that dumb bitch of a bassist says." Figure that one out.
-played Dance Dance Revolution for the first time even thought I even had tried to make a failed documentary on it years back.

and that was my birthday.

this is my daily journal entry...i miss you and you need internet NOW!!! why aren't you going to cat club sat nite?

I am Buttercup. How cool is that?

in all my life, I have never sung Karaoke.
I don't think that's a bad thing.








I did once however sing Nicole Kidman's part of the Elephant Love Medley as loud as I could in the middle of a crowded theater playing Moulin Rouge.

so, uh, where ya been? I've missed talking to ya! These nights when I dont get to bed make me ever so lonely and I need someone to talk to. Who better than you?

I've had a best friend since before preschool, joe. He moved off to Chicago for school. and to be honest, it kinda sucks but it gave me an excuse to visit Chicago over winter.

and when we see each other, it's all that much sweeter. We catch up on good times. and on bad. When I saw him in winter we both had some really bad times to catch up on. A cancer death in both our lives. One was a 3 year old bunny. One was a good friend of Joe's and aquantance of mine. Both far too young.

But life moved on. And he's back in town this week as a matter of fact. I saw him yesterday and he told me the greatest stories. The kind of stories that make me wish I actually did go to college. (I'm mostly self-taught because what good is college going to do an editor.) I usually don't regret that desicion. But I just...wish I could put a name to it.

I guess I want to have it all. you know? Have my cake and eat it too.

oh well.


Enjoy your life in England. It's a good place. So I've been told.

Never actually been there.
hmmmmm....

so I guess that finals are done kicking your ass?

I don't really know what to say because I don't go to the beach and I really don't remember my dreams very often so I can't relate.

I do know that I've become hungry. And then Dave_H is talking about corndogs for some odd reason. And L is talking about strawberry rhubarb pie and I still don't know what that is. and bankman is now talking about nachos.

mmmmmm....nachos. ok. food time.

ok. I ate a banana. I'm better now.

You are rad! We should hang out again.. I didnt talk to you too much at prom and I would like to! It really was a pleasure to meet you.
-Emily

AND I QUOTE
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anyway. You know that Anne NEVER played my song at prom even though I was one of the first people to request something? But that's ok. because I know she tried. and besides that, she kissed me.

I never got to dance with Mr. Satan at prom. I did get to bite the pillow with him later that night though. Oh, Satan, how I miss you.

Very nice meeting you also. I owe you one next time. Take care.

I can't wait to meet you at prom either.

wait...


what?

I'm there with bells on!...

Look at Ava's second comment on this page. That brings a tear to my eye. I'm still so proud of that. L and I did good.

reading this reminds me of a time that I read a while back ago. I don't actually get my nose in a book very often. I mostly just read the onion and the message boards. And the occational kid's book because that forces writers to write within the confinds of a child's understanding. It's interesting to see what sinks and what swims. I also read movie theory books. but that's hardly fiction

anyway, as I was saying. I was in Borders, wondering around killing time. And I picked some book of the shelves. Some recent novel. I don't remember what accolades it had that made me pick it up, maybe oprah liked it or it was a NYTimes bestseller or it won some award or it had a glossy cover. But nevertheless it caught my eye and I sat down and began reading it.

Being as I hardly ever read books like that, espicially modern ones, I was overtaken by the style and structure of it. Like Doctor Zhivago. Ever seen that? It's like it's almost just there to show off what a brilliant filmmaker David Lean is. And the book was just there to say "look how I can write." That's not at all a bad thing.

This reminds me of the feeling I got while I was reading that. I know I could never write like this. It's not my thing. And it just gives me this undying respect for people who can write like this. It's a weird feeling and I kinda had forgetten about it. I felt the same about actors after attending a large play's rehersal.

so there it is.





and I think you used the wrong form of "write" but maybe you were being funny. Let's just pretend you were being funny.

Blue is the color she saw when she closed her eyes. Not blue like the sky. Not blue like the ocean but blue like her insides. No one knew the blue she felt-the kind of blue that fueled that colored Picasso period. Beauty is only skin deep she knew but everyone else thought she was perfect because her beauty was matched only by the beauty of the sky and ocean. Outward beauty is like the closing winter's sky and snow. It's still pretty but it's fading quickly to make room for the warm sun and Blue skies.

yo. how'd your presentation thinger go?

Yeah i'm gonna keep on truckin'...straight out of this GOD FORSAKEN CITY!!! SHIT!!!

I really do need to get the fuck out of here.

To die with a belly full of the BEST nachos....might be woth it. Come on, tell me please....Is it El Farlito's? Casa Sanchez, they have great salsa...i dont know, but i need to.

stick to your guns, dear. it's not easy being beautiful.

"buckets of rain, buckets of tears.
got all them buckets coming out of my ears.
buckets of moonbeams in my hands..."

wow, I need yoga for 3 hours. even one hour... and dammit i left my yoga stuff at work, ugh! someone prolly threw them away or took 'em. oh well.

I was gonna recycle my prom dress but my boobs are too big for the empire waist so I bought a new one that hides it, haha.

PROMMMMM!

hey girlie! did we figure out that little problem we were talking about? email me...

Oh Oh you've been tagged !!!!!!! I hope it comes around to me! By Coke do you mean the drink or the drug?