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[Mar. 20th, 2005|03:18 pm] |
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Dude...yo...I feel like I am about to fall to sleep. But I can't because these pain killers aren't working and my knee hurts so bad right now because I knocked it on my freakin' car. Stupid Ranger Rover! I am going to New York next week for a few weeks to stay with my Mom...wihoo! Home sweet homee in Manhattan! My old bedroom and sound system and Ryan is coming over to CT for a week as well and staying with us -- yay! I am rambling. I need vodka.
Cheap pimp: http://www.amy-net.org
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[Mar. 19th, 2005|05:30 pm] |
Hey kids.
I'm bored.
I am jet lagged.
I am tired.
iPod's are fun.
Nothing much else to say.
Lyrics of the day:
I didn't come this far for you to make this hard for me.
And now you want to ask me "how"?
It's like - how does your heart beat, and why do you breathe?
How does your heart beat, and why do you breathe?
Why did you come here?
You weren't invited.
You were on the outside - Stay on the outside.
And now you want to ask me "why"?
It's like - why does your heart beat, and how do you cry?
How does your heart beat?
And there are some things that I'd like to figure out.
There are some things that I can do without -
Like you, and your letters that go on forever,
And you, and the people that were never friends.
With all the things that you could be,
You never could learn how to be me.
And now you want to ask me "how"?
It's like - how does your heart beat, and why do you breathe?
How does your heart beat, and why do you breathe?
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[Mar. 12th, 2005|09:49 am] |
Hey kids. I'm bored. Have not posted for a while because of knee surgery and constant bloody travelling between the States and OZ. I am so freakin' bored right now! I think I'm going to go and play some pool or go for a drive or somthing -- I am just so over Texas. Fucking rehab. Sorry for the swearing...I just need to vent.
Song Of The Hour:
Missy Higgins - Scar
He left a card, a bar of soap and a scrubbing brush next to a note
That said "use these down to your bones"
And before I knew I had shiny skin and it felt easy being clean like him
I thought "this one knows better than I do"
A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle
He tried to cut me so I'd fit
And doesn't that sound familiar? Doesn't that hit too close to home?
Doesn't that make you shiver; the way things could've gone?
And doesn't it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?
And so that I do remember to never go that far,
Could you leave me with a scar?
So the next one came with a bag of treats, she smelled like sugar and
spoke like the sea
And she told me don't trust them, trust me
Then she pulled at my stitches one by one, looked at my insides clicking
her tongue and said
"This will all have to come undone"
A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle
She tried to cut me so I'd fit
And doesn't that sound familiar? Doesn't that hit too close to home?
Doesn't that make you shiver; the way things could have gone?
And doesn't it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?
And so that I do remember to never go that far,
Could you leave me with a scar?
I think I realized just in time, although my old self was hard to find
You bathe me in your finest wine but I'll never give you mine
'Cos I'm a little bit tired of feeling like I'll be the bad fruit nobody buys
Tell me, did you think we'd all dream the same?
And doesn't that sound familiar? Doesn't that hit too close to home?
Doesn't that make you shiver; the way things could have gone?
And doesn't it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?
And so that I do remember to never go that far,
Could you leave me with a scar?
Could you leave me with a scar?
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[Jan. 2nd, 2005|11:34 am] |
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| | The Living End - Roll On | ] |
Yay.....I am in Denver; well, I am in Aspen after arriving in Denver from N.Y -- it is so good to be home. Damn, I have this sudden feeling of relief to be away from everyone else...
I really don't have a lot to vent right now except that my sister is going to Thailand tomorrow and I am kind of worried but at the same time I know that she will be fine because it's Elli and she has to be! Meanwhile, how cool is this sig?
*druels* TYLER *druels*
Yes, I am in a loving relationship but I can be in love with other men, right? Other men being Ryan Cabrera, hehe.
Kidding.
Me and Ryan are going out to dinner tonight, hehe, we have been going out three and a half years next week...that is so long and I just realised that...but I have not regretted a single moment of it.
Quote of the Day: "The bubble jet is right where my penis is...and it feels great!" - David Desrosiers...
Ryan is in the shower right now...I better hurry so I won't be late...
A bientot, J.
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| Waking up... |
[Jan. 2nd, 2005|12:31 am] |
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| | Sugarcult - Memory | ] |
I am about to catch a flight back to Denver in four hours with Ry, I am really excited to get back to the snow and away from everyone -- it is just Ryan and me for at least a week which is going to be awesome on so many levels, hehe...cough: bad words cough: -- kidding (not kidding).
At this current moment I just feel like jumping on him, lol, thank God he is in the kitchen with my Mom making breakfast or I guarantee that I would not be typing this out...I am just realising how lucky I am to have him; I mean, he moved to a different continent to be with me and he puts up with all my shit all the time and I don't think that I tell him that enough. He came into my room this morning at 7am and handed me a rose for the New Year, kissed me on the forehead and whispered in my ear, "I love you baby"...omg, I nearly melted in that moment -- I just love him so much.
Oh well, I am kind of rambling so I'll jet.
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[Jan. 1st, 2005|06:47 pm] |
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| | Tyler Hilton - Not Getting Your Name | ] |
Okay, I am like developing this odd obsession with Tyler Hilton (http://www.sovo.com/2004/3-5/arts/music/tylerhilton.jpg) who has an awesome voice and odd lyrics, lol.
Meh. I am so tired, it is like 3am and I just got home from Times Square New Years celebrations -- Lord Help us All...haha.
Not much is going on right now except I am glad to have had an actual good new years kiss for once (thanks baby) instead of some random person hugging me.
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[Jan. 1st, 2005|02:20 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Maroon 5 - Sunday Morning | ] |
You Are a Retrospective Soul |
The most misunderstood of all the soul signs.
Sometimes you even have difficulty seeing yourself as who you are.
You are intense and desire perfection in every facet of your life.
You're best described as extremely idealistic, hardworking, and a survivor.
Great moments of insight and sensitivity come to you easily.
But if you aren't careful, you'll ignore these moments and repeat past mistakes.
For you, it is difficult to seperate the past from the present.
You will suceed once you overcome the disappoinments in life.
Souls you are most compatible with: Traveler Soul and Prophet Soul
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[Jan. 1st, 2005|01:46 am] |
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| [ | music |
| | Kelly Clarkson - Because Of You | ] |
You Are a Liberal Republican |
When you tell people that you're Republican, they rarely believe you.
That's because you're socially liberal - likely pro-choice and pro-gay rights.
You're also not so afraid of big goverment, as long as it benefits people and not politicians.
You are the most likely of any Republican type to swing over to the Democrat side sometimes.
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[Jan. 1st, 2005|01:33 am] |
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| | Simple Plan - I Miss You | ] |
Okay...I feel like this...and it kind of saddens me that I am associating my feelings with Kelly Clarkson lyrics, lol.
"Addicted"
It's like you're a drug
It's like you're a demon I can't face down
It's like I'm stuck
It's like I'm running from you all the time
And I know I let you have all the power
It's like the only company I seek is misery all around
It's like you're a leech
Sucking the life from me
It's like I can't breathe
Without you inside of me
And I know I let you have all the power
And I realize I'm never gonna quit you over time
It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you
It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts
In my dreams
You've taken over me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm lost
It's like I'm giving up slowly
It's like you're a ghost that's haunting me
Leave me alone
And I know these voices in my head
Are mine alone
And I know I'll never change my ways
If I don't give you up now
It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you
It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts
In my dreams
You've taken over me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm not me
I'm hooked on you
I need a fix
I can't take it
Just one more hit
I promise I can deal with it
I'll handle it, quit it
Just one more time
Then that's it
Just a little bit more to get me through this
I'm hooked on you
I need a fix
I can't take it
Just one more hit
I promise I can deal with it
I'll handle it, quit it
Just one more time
Then that's it
Just a little bit more to get me through this
It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you
It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts
In my dreams
You've taken over me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm not me
You Are Socks! |
Cozy and warm... but easily lost.
You make a good puppet.
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[Jan. 1st, 2005|12:36 am] |
You Know You're Addicted to Buffy When... |
You look at pieces of wood, deciding if they would make a good stake
You decide that you will only see your boyfriend at night and in the graveyard
"A happy slayer is a good slayer" becomes your motto
You have the whole collection of Buffy T-shirts
But you won't wear them - you want to keep them in mint condition.
You've taken up karate and practise your Buffy moves regularly
You refuse to go out after dark... just in case
You have suddenly taken a liking to tweed
You start calling your boyfriend Angel
You prefer to watch Buffy alone because other people just "don't get it"
You find yourself quoting the show several times a day
You go shopping for clothes and only purchase things that have appeared on the show
You always say the words "the wacky", "wiggins" and "a happy"
All your user names on the internet are "Willow"
You start hanging around libraries
You love to hack into the coroners office
You have either a cross necklace or a Claddaugh ring
You decide the graveyard is really cool hangout
You look at abandon warehouses in a whole new light
You never invite anyone into your house after dark
You find yourself in a situation and say "This is something Xander would do"
You are secretly in love with your best friend
Your licence plates read "Queen C"
You think "Too much Buffy? Never!"
You name your puppy Willow or Xander
You recite Amy's rat-turning spell when in the company of your older brother
You demand that people call you Buffy
Every time you step out of the shower you say "I seem to be having an extreem case of nudity"
You appoint yourself a watcher and choose someone to study/train etc.
You stay away from your teacher just incase they turn out to be prey-matis'
Your room looks like a shrine, you have Buffy posters as wallpaper, a Buffy bedspread, curtains etc.
You won't take cookies or mini pizza's from your Mom's new boyfriend
You find a whole new liking for miniture golfing
You hear that song "I hope you dance" and think of fighting Faith
You cried two hours after the fifth season finale of Buffy was over because she died even though you know she is coming back.
You pondered becoming a vengance demon after your last breakup.
You own enough Buffy comics and novels to have your bedroom be considered a fire hazard.
You won't go out past sunset unless armed to the teeth with stakes, crosses, and holy water.
You have crosses nailed over every window and door.
You start tracking the local murder rates after a new girl moves into town.
You read all the occult books in the school library searching for the Watcher diaries.
To you, sexual protection isn't birth control, it's making sure you're partner is human.
You practice sticking thumbtacks through houseflies and mosquitos--"Just to be safe."
You perform the reverse invitation spell after every visit from some person you haven't recently seen in sunlight.
You insist on traveling from class to class via the ceiling.
You try to exorcise the possessing hyena spirit when your best friend gets PMS.
You cast a gypsy soul curse on the sadistic principal who gave you a suspension.
You whittle wooden stakes.
You kick doors open.
You carry around a stake, just in case.
You take long walks in the cemetery at night.
You have a strange fear of hospitals.
You don't complain about going to church anymore because you remember that your supply of Holy Water is running kind of low.
You wear crosses every day and have a vast selection of them.
You never verbally invite anyone into your home.
You keep all your important information on yellow disks.
You avoid fraternity parties.
As a rule you don't like to be surprised.
Your friends are fearful that if they call during "Buffy Hour" they'll be in for a long lecture the next day.
You bookmark the Coroner's Office Web Site as a favorite place.
When you hear that there's a new librarian at your school, you slam open the doors of the library and yell; "Okay. What's the sitch?".
You can recite a whole Buffy episode(s).
You wallpaper your room with pictures of the Buffy cast and complain when there isn't enough space to put them all up.
You ask a priest to bless your bottle of Perrier.
Just for the hell of it, you enter Moloch into several search engines.
You name your doll Miss Edith.
You let your bird die of starvation.
You paint your nails like Drusilla.
When your brother comes back from the zoo, you won't let him in the house.
The only way you know how to say the word bitch is 'bitca'.
You get your hair cut like Buffy's and your hairdresser keeps remarking that the picture you show her (for your haircut) looks oddly familiar.
Whenever you quote Buffy Verse, you laugh hysterically while your friends stare at you like you've grown another ear.
You always protest that Buffy is NOT a ditz's name.
When watching a new Buffy episode, people gawk at you when you manage to say the actor's lines right before they do.
You can't think of a thing to talk about with people who have never watched a Buffy episode.
You spend hours on the net looking for new Buffy pictures.
You get really really excited whenever you do find any new pictures.
You sit on a grave twirling a yo-yo and say: "Come on, rise and shine. Some of us have a ton of trig homework waiting at home."
You look for padlocked sewer access systems in mausoleums.
You decide to be Buffy for Halloween but your friends don't notice a change.
You own everything possible with the words Buffy the Vampire Slayer on them.
You get wigged out by mimes and dummies.
You have a chest in your room with a fake bottom that contains garlic, stakes, holy water and crosses.
You freak whenever you have a substitute biology teacher.
You never go out with your boyfriend on the night of the full moon.
You avoid supposedly empty warehouses.
You have a fear of railroad spikes.
You punish your dolls.
You get a wheelchair just so that you can be called "Roller Boy".
You never have sex with your boyfriend for fear of what might happen to him.
You take up tae kwon do, kick boxing, karate, street fighting and gymnastics.
You eye your librarian to see if they're trying to tell you that you're the next Slayer.
You sleep with a stake under your pillow.
You sneak out of your bedroom window at night and hang out at the park because you've heard that several people have died there lately of exsanguination.
You're horrified of people who have never even heard of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
You want to kill people who dis the show.
You dream of past lives as a Slayer.
Whenever you have a dream and you see your friend in it you run up to them the next day and choke them as you shout: "What do you know?".
You never sign in someone's yearbook "Have a nice summer!".
You don't like to use the word Master.
You write Buffy FanFic.
You date men whom you meet in dark alleys (but only after kicking them in the head).
You bring a fire extinguisher to cheerleading tryouts.
You get nominated at school as "Person Most Likely To Be The Next Slayer".
You buy knee-high boots.
You get five holes pierced in each ear.
You're on a first name basis with all the actors of BtVS except that you've never met them.
Though they used to appreciate your interest, the actors on BtVs are now scared to death of you.
You check people's lockers to make sure they don't have any books such as 'Gray's Anatomy' and 'Mortician Desk Reference'.
You read a Buffy transcript at least once a day.
You befriend a computer genius and her dorky friend.
You file complaints that the substitute biology teacher is harassing you.
When asked what your hobbies are you answer; "Slay...slay...slave to the television".
As far as you are concerned, Buffy and co. are actual people.
You drive to California to look for Sunnydale, you dial operator and ask him where it is, operator says there is no such place and you yell back at him that he's probably in league with some demons to keep you out of Sunnydale.
You enroll at Torrance High School.
All the actors on the show are shown a picture of you and are told to stay away at all costs.
When asked what you'll do when you're older you answer either dead or it's already been 'sealed in fate'.
You tape all Buffy episodes, then retape them so they're in chronological order.
You buy all the CDs of songs that have ever been on Buffy.
You've been to all 1000 or so Buffy sites on the net.
You legally change your name to Buffy Anne Summers (or another character from the show).
You practically had a nervous breakdown when the series ended.
You cannot remember what you did with your life before Buffy.
Your motto is 'Life is short' or 'Seize the day'.
You never bring your date to the morgue.
When buying your Halloween costume you make sure it's something you'd like to be in real life.
You always beat up a snitch.
You nail crucifixes to your wall.
You needed to visit a grief counselor when Tara died.
You make sure your parents never come to Parent-Teacher night at school.
You watch, mock and laugh at talent shows.
When given an egg for parenting in Sex Ed class you boil it or smash it with something heavy.
You're frightened of cheerleader wannabes.
You avoid saunas, who knows what they put in the steam?
You don't let people with long fingernails get too close to your throat.
You use a Thesulan Orb as a paperweight.
Whenever there's a Sadie Hawkins dance at school you lock yourself in your room.
You refuse to buy any candy being sold by the band at school.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to Buffy. |
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[Jan. 1st, 2005|12:26 am] |
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| | Missy Higgins - Ten Days | ] |
I just posted but I am really bored...what can I say?
I really want to go back to Colorado right now, I just feel like I need to get away from everyone right now. When it is just me and my snowboard and the wind I feel like there is a major sense of clarity that I can't get anywhere else. It's like I am stuck in this really small bubble, people have all these expectations of me and I am afraid that I will not be able to live up to them.
God, I got into Princeton and I start in the fall of 2005 because I graduated in the Australian school year and now I have like 7 or 8 months to burn and I don't know what I am going to do...I just want to get away for a while, to breathe for a bit and not have everyone telling me what I should do with my life...
...But then there's Ryan who I love so much and I can't be away from him because it kills me inside knowing that I can't touch him but at the same time I feel like I am 17 years old and totally dependent on this one person and that is really sad to admit...I love him with all my heart and more than I could put into words but at the same time...I don't know...I need to breathe as I said but I can't breathe without him; does that make sense?
I am rambling.
Sorry, J.
Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence |
You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well.
An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly.
You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view.
A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary.
You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.
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[Jan. 1st, 2005|12:17 am] |
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| [ | music |
| | Evanescence - My Immortal | ] |
Okay, I have not posted for such a long time -- meh. I am kind of home sick right now, I kind of miss Australia. I am currently in NYC with Ryan and so forth but it does not feel right being away from everyone at this time of year, I am with the people that I love most in the world but at the same time I feel intensely lonely and listening to Amy Lee.
God, I feel like a beer...J.
Are You Gonna Be My Girl by Jet |
"So 1, 2, 3, take my hand and come with me
Because you look so fine
And i really wanna make you mine"
You impressed almost everyone in 2004 - and surprised yourself.
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[May. 26th, 2004|07:17 pm] |
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Nothing interesting. School is good. I am walking.
It is really depressing but I have been waiting like the whole week for the next RAW to see what happens with Matt and Lita! I really want to see where that angle is going -- like real bad.
I'm going to the J.T concert. I have always been in pop denial but the Timberlake concert in Melbourne is going to kick ass. Go Fesival Hall!
I am in the biggest mood for a vegemite sandwich. It is so salty and the average American would hate it, but for some reason I love it -- rock on disgusting Australian food.
Links to check out:
http://www.sensationalshannon.com
http://www.wwemattitude.com
http://www.peroxwhygen.com
http://www.amy-net.org
http://www.mattandjeffhardy.net
http://www.shanehelms.com
That's it.
Have fun.
Upadate later.
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[Apr. 24th, 2004|06:33 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Rollover DJ - Jet | ] |
Hey kids, Word Life. Just hanging out, thought I'd post. If any one saw Raw they'd be really excited about the iminent 2/3 TX reunion. I totally marked out when Matt saved Lita from "The Big Red Machine".
SOTW:
JET:
"Look What You've Done"
Take my photo off the wall
If it just won't sing for you
'Cause all that's left has gone away
And there's nothing there for you to prove
Oh, look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
Oh well, it seems likes such fun
Until you lose what you had won
Give me back my point of view
'Cause I just can't think for you
I can hardly hear you say
What should I do, well you choose
Oh, look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
Oh well, it seems likes such fun
Until you lose what you had won
Oh, look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
A fool of everyone
A fool of everyone
Take my photo off the wall
If it just won't sing for you
'Cause all that's left has gone away
And there's nothing there for you to do
Oh, look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
Oh well, it seems likes such fun
Until you lose what you had won
Oh, look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
A fool of everyone
A fool of everyone
Random Thoughts:
-How much does Aussie music fucking rock? The Living End, Jet, The Vines, Powderfinger...they all kick ass.
-I am tired. I got a new car. Yay!!! Black Land Rover. Rock the fuck on!!!!
-It's got 6 stacker, revolving hub caps, the whole freakin' shabang.
-Me and Ryan have been going out 2 years and 9 months now. A long time.
Wrestling rules. Rock on WWE. AFL rules. Rock on Essendon Bombers. NFL rules. Rock on Panthers and Broncos.
Not much else to say. I was bored so I posted. No-one really reads...so....
A bientot. |
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[Feb. 22nd, 2004|06:36 pm] |
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Well, as popular as I am ( sarcasm ), I am back. I have moved back to Melbourne, I am living with my dad and my baby brother Matt. Happiness.
Life is real good right now. I love my friends so much and I don't know what I would do without them. Alex. Tim. Nicole. Charlie. Andrew. Sam. Mike. Ali. Danni. Thankyou all so much, words cannot express how much you guys mean to me.
Cheap Plug Alert: http://www.eXtremepassion.cjb.net <<----Matt abd Lita Fan Fiction
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[Dec. 15th, 2003|05:57 pm] |
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| | Someday | ] |
I have spent my whole day watching a dodgy wrestling p-p-v of Armageddon. It is not 5:58 in the afternoon. It is 82 degrees. Sunny. And I should be getting my tan back any day now.
Song of the week: Gay Bar by Electic 6
Song of the month: Hello Hello by The Cat Empire
Movie of the week: Lantana
Movie of the month: The Original Texas Chainsaw Massacre
Wrestler of the Year: Shawn Michaels
My laptop has this html virus which has infected Frontpage which means no html editing for J.C. Damn it. I am attempting to avoid getting drunk tonight as we are having a "barbie" aka b.b.q. with snags ( sausages ), onions and steak. Oh what a class bunch we are, lol.
News of the day: My Dad has just told me he is getting engaged to this chick named Jordan. She is five years younger than my Dad, she is 28, gorgeous and works at my Dad's law firm in Melbourne. I am happy for him but I just don't want him to be 'married' because I've always been the cool one around, where my Dad was young and hip and loaded and single -- and now he is going to be married and settled. It changes my whole view on who he is and who he is becoming...for the better I hope.
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[Dec. 14th, 2003|11:32 am] |
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| [ | music |
| | Outside - Staind | ] |
So while I am in Australia, my boyfriend is having this massive family reunion / x-mas party / celebration of boredom AND guess what....I am invited.
It means that I have the 'privelege' of being interigated by every old person this side of Melbourne, lol : sighs :
Brighter news: I slept 13 hours last night and I am less pms-ish.
I am going back to N.Y in six days and I honestly can't wait. Today it is 84 Degrees here -- I am so not in the mood for tropical weather. I need my cold snow and ice.
I am tired. I am rambling. I need more sleep. I'll update later.
J.C |
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[Dec. 13th, 2003|11:33 pm] |
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My dad just totally threw a tantrum over money. Okay, picture this.
Here is my dad:
Name: Edward ( Eddie )
Age: 33
Job: Lawyer
Marital Status: Single
Lives: Literal mansion
Guess what he is bitching over and I quote, "J...I am not made of money. Babe, I can't afford you."
I was crushed. He responded, "Just kidding."
Okay:
Advanced Maths: A +
Classic Literature: A -
History: B +
French: A +
Chemistry: A +
Physics: A
Legal Studies: A
Now, my parents react by saying, "Well done sweetie." .....That's it? Yep. My days of being the golden child. Reality has kicked in. Last year, I got a Jaguar. This year, I get a hug.
Okay, I admit...I am being a snob. But that is such a drop in my expectations. Damn me for being spoilt.
Better news of the day: Ryan. Ryan. Ryan. Ryan.
I need sleep. Rest Well. Goodbye from Down Under. |
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[Dec. 13th, 2003|12:22 pm] |
Okay, so first entry. I am in Melbourne right now. Attempting to sleep at 12:17 am on a Friday night/Saturday morning....due to the fact that Raw screens on a friday night...@ 9:30 at night. Damn Foxtel, damn it to hell.
I have spent a good part of today on the phone, catching up with friends, and then I realised, who needs friends when you have not seen your boyfriend for two months? I no I don't, lol. Okay, guys...Alex, Nic and Danni - I love you all dearly, but priorities are in order kids.
Tomorrow, a movie - not that we are going to watch it; joke.
Bottom line is that I am happy to be home for a couple of days then back to N.Y. Damn.
Later. J.C
16 / f / aus...usa / taken ;) |
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