Call me morbid, call me pale. I've spent six years on your trail. Six long years... on your trail. Call me morbid, call me pale. I've spent six years on your trail. Six full years of my life... on your trail. And if you have five seconds to spare, then I'll tell you the story of my life. Sixteen, clumsy, and shy. I went to London and I, I booked myself in at the YWCA. I said, "I like it here, can I stay?" I like it here, can I stay? Do you have a vacancy for a backscrubber? - The Smiths.
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is my absolute favorite smiley. Which one is yours?
I volunteered yet again tonight for the Kerry campaign phone bank. I was only there for about an hour but I got a lot more accomplished than I did last Monday. There were a few more Kerry supporters than before which made me happy. My dad was suppose to come and get me from the Democratic headquarters at seven. I waited around for him for about 20 minutes outside, and getting pretty fed-up, I decided to walk home. It was 39 friggin' degrees outside and I was not very happy. Luckily my Ani Difranco concert-going buddy drove by and offered me a ride. He's sweet.
When I got home my dad told me he had waited for me in the parking lot for nearly 20 minutes. I found that rather strange considering I was in the exact same spot at the exact same time as him and I never saw him. 
People should really give credit where credit is due.
Jessica and I only have seven more days to work on our music video and that scares me. We were going to go to the cemetery and film some of it today after school but it was rainy and cold and nasty, so we didn't. And we were going to do some of it after school tomorrow but we both have to tutor and then we're going to a quiz bowl match. So it looks like Wednesday is our day. And that means we better get ALL the footage done on Wednesday so we have plenty of time to edit it in class on Thursday and next week. We don't have school on Friday. I hate deadlines. I hate projects. I hate the responsibilities of high school. But it only gets worse.
I love that tingly sensation your cold hands get after they start to warm back up.
I tend to worry about my friends. And I tend to overextend my support when it's not needed. I tend to get a bit discouraged when that friend tells me, after I haven't heard from him/her in over a week, that everything is "just fine" now after I've already went out of my way and worried to such an incredible extent. I tend to feel like the ass who has too much time on her hands.
You only call me when you're feeling depressed...
...When you feel happy I'm so far from your mind.
This guy -->
is my absolute favorite smiley. Which one is yours?
I volunteered yet again tonight for the Kerry campaign phone bank. I was only there for about an hour but I got a lot more accomplished than I did last Monday. There were a few more Kerry supporters than before which made me happy. My dad was suppose to come and get me from the Democratic headquarters at seven. I waited around for him for about 20 minutes outside, and getting pretty fed-up, I decided to walk home. It was 39 friggin' degrees outside and I was not very happy. Luckily my Ani Difranco concert-going buddy drove by and offered me a ride. He's sweet.
When I got home my dad told me he had waited for me in the parking lot for nearly 20 minutes. I found that rather strange considering I was in the exact same spot at the exact same time as him and I never saw him.
People should really give credit where credit is due.
Jessica and I only have seven more days to work on our music video and that scares me. We were going to go to the cemetery and film some of it today after school but it was rainy and cold and nasty, so we didn't. And we were going to do some of it after school tomorrow but we both have to tutor and then we're going to a quiz bowl match. So it looks like Wednesday is our day. And that means we better get ALL the footage done on Wednesday so we have plenty of time to edit it in class on Thursday and next week. We don't have school on Friday. I hate deadlines. I hate projects. I hate the responsibilities of high school. But it only gets worse.
I love that tingly sensation your cold hands get after they start to warm back up.
I tend to worry about my friends. And I tend to overextend my support when it's not needed. I tend to get a bit discouraged when that friend tells me, after I haven't heard from him/her in over a week, that everything is "just fine" now after I've already went out of my way and worried to such an incredible extent. I tend to feel like the ass who has too much time on her hands.
You only call me when you're feeling depressed...
...When you feel happy I'm so far from your mind.
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keep you head up chicky...it can only get better
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