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Monday, May 19th, 2003
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7:03 pm - PLanes MistakeN for sTars
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Hey kids, Planes show was canceled. We talked to them and set up a new show, its at starry night in provo at 8o'clock come or....else.
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| Sunday, March 23rd, 2003
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1:24 pm - Temporary GoodBye's
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I would like to temporarily say goodbye to my LJ.
Until the war is over I don’t really feel like I have anything of importance to say, so I say adieu.
current mood:  discontent
current music: Billie Holiday
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| Wednesday, March 19th, 2003
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7:44 pm - My My My
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Well Blake it appears that you are wrong, it's not just that I am self-conscious.
current mood:  confused
current music: Cursive
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| Sunday, March 16th, 2003
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12:06 pm - Take My Revolution
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My first crush was on a blond tomboy who called herself snow. Once bedecked in black military surplus, a no-nonsense anarchist tomboy with a spray-can tucked under her sweatshirt. I'm am now that girl, only in lip gloss; prone toward plastics and thrift-store cottons, dropping words like "epistemological" toward stunning effect. I wear heels and lip-gloss while I theorize, boots and cuffed jeans while I play pinball. I climb trees and fences in anything.
I'm blinking, rubbing my eyes, looking around and saying
I have small breasts and an ample ass; high aspirations; secrets; there is my equilibrium.
revolution is my name.
current mood:  touched
current music: boysetsfire
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| Thursday, March 13th, 2003
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11:30 pm
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I fuck up everything I touch.
current mood:  melancholy
current music: Judas Factor
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| Monday, March 10th, 2003
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7:59 am - Lousy Dee's
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Last night was fun, me and Elmo went out to Satan’s land, and then to then to the swing, and the dock which was fucking awesome, we tried to go to the waterfall, but then....we had to go to stonecutters because stupid Dee's was closed, isn't Dee's supposed to be open 24 hours? It was only three in the morning, part of 24 hours includes three. All I wanted was a vegetarian, but instead I had to have a wheat scone that was swimming in honey butter, I swear there was more butter than scone....stupid Dee's
current mood:  tired
current music: Cursive
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| Saturday, March 8th, 2003
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9:47 am - You can dance if you want to.
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I love that game so goddamn much, I wish I had it. I drive to salt lake just to play it, I forget what it is called, but it is such a work out. If I had the boxing game and the dance-mania-craze-whatever it's called, I would be the happiest most in shape girl in the world. I can never beat the boxing game though, I will beat the last guy but then somehow I don't have enough points to continue, which is okay because I am pretty worn out by then anyway. I wish I had that stupid boxing game, or that someplace in the provo/orem area had it, so I wouldnt have to drive to gateway.
current mood:  chipper
current music: Kittie
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| Wednesday, March 5th, 2003
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11:22 pm - Dear Crazy Face
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Crazy Face, I just had the worst dream, it was so terrible.
I dreamt that I went back in time so that my mom would marry Bill Gates. While I was in the past hooking my mom up, I some how fucked something up and made you forget all about me. When I came home from chillin' in the past, I was playing around in my mansion, and decided that you would love it, so I went to go get you. When I got to your house you didn't remember me, and I tried to make you remember and you wouldn't. No matter what I said you just wouldn’t remember me, I tried telling you everything about you, I told you everything you hated, I told you about the potbelly pigs, and the pig-rat-dogs, and the grossness, and everything and you just thought I was a crazy stalker or something I don’t know, you just didn't remember me. And, we couldn't hang out anymore, its not like we could get to know each other all over again, it was to weird, because I remembered and you didn't.
So, what we need to do, is build some kind of time capsule thing, and you have to write a letter that says you know me and that you will always remember me, and what ever else you want to put in it, just in case I do decide to go into the past.
current mood:  restless
current music: Orchid
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| Sunday, March 2nd, 2003
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12:05 pm
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MUAHAHAHAHA! Crystal forgot to sign out, so now Forrest can type! Type type type...
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| Thursday, February 27th, 2003
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10:34 am - What is the C in KFC for?
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Yesterday was so fucking cold. I went up to salt lake for the peta protest...it was so funny. the KFC owner came, and he was all like "god put animals on the wonderful green earth so that we could eat them....blah blah blah the whole god talk...and the thing is we werent protesting eating animals we were protesting the way that they were killing them. I never really thought I would get into the whole protesting thing, but it was fun, I chanted my little heart out, my voice was gone at the end of the day, and my hands were so cold. I didnt have gloves, note to self, next month if you go wear gloves.
but anyway, if any of you want to go, they are going to be protesting once a month, until there is change.
It made me actually feel kind of good about myself, I havent done anything that is productive lately or anything that made me say to myself "Crystal, life just might not be worthless after all" and while I was there I felt like I was making a difference....anyway, not that any of that matters, but I suggest you go next time, it was fun and the people there were really cool.
current mood:  accomplished
current music: sinister fox
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| Tuesday, February 25th, 2003
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1:18 am - I'd sell myself to John Walsh
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being by myself wasn't/isn't as great as I thought it would be. I don't feel like thinking or doing anything productive, so I play stupid internet games and watch TV. while watching TV today, I happened to stop on the John Walsh show--you know Americans Most Wanted--anyways, it was on internet prostitution, and it was supposed to be deterring people..God, all I want to do is be a prostitute now, money for nothing $400 dollars an hour, it takes me 54 hours to make that kind of money, plus I get taxes taken out.
God I want to be a prostitute.
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| Sunday, February 23rd, 2003
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10:29 pm - I'm Outtie
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Fuck everything, I'm leaving. see ya'll when I get back.
current mood: Fuck Everying/Everyone
current music: Slick Ant Da illfiguh
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| Saturday, February 15th, 2003
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12:26 am - anyone have anything original to say, ever?
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I was sitting at this coffee shop on ninth and ninth in salt lake, its something coffee or other, not the point...anyway, I was sitting there listening to the people around me, and thought to myself where the hell has all of the original conversation/thought gone? A great deal of what I was hearing I had heard in a movie, was something that would be said in a movie, some kind of cliché, or something I knew I had heard someone say before. God, it is like people cant take words and form a sentence, it has to be one that has already been formulated for you. I could finish probably a fourth of what was being said around me, and thought I had heard around three-fourths of the conversations before. Some of it was so goddamn cliché too, stuff I would kill myself for if I were the one who uttered it. I would really love to just sit with someone, and be completely into whatever they were saying, not just sit there and place which movie I had heard the conversation in.
current mood:  contemplative
current music: Coheed & Cambria
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| Monday, February 10th, 2003
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10:24 pm - your mother
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so me and joz are sitting in this little mexican restaurantin salt lake, when all of a sudden, wait the story should start sooner than that...we are on trax going up to salt lake when these two boys from germany get on and sit in front of us, and their in those seats that face you. So, I kept making eye contact with the one and looking away really fast, cause thats how I am, and me and jo fucking start giggling like little girls, which was lame. we get to our stop and get off and go to the little mexican restaurant that I was talking about, and in walk the two guys, and then right then and their we all start fucking. And they kicked us out can you believe them, the owners of the restaurant said if we did not get out they were going to call the police.
god, I wish that is how my night really was, instead we never talked to the boys again and went out separate ways.
current mood: crushed
current music: sage francis
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| Sunday, February 9th, 2003
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3:52 pm - RIOTERS RIOTERS RIOTERS
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God, if sitting here for 6 hours and not being able to leave, or do anything is not enough, I have to read about how I should feel ripped if I do not enjoy every second of whatever I am doing....thanks sex master.
luckily I only have 3 hours to go.
I think I have decided to not play "tether-ball." I thought it was a really cool idea, but I think that people have become much too obsessed with it, to the point where that is pretty much all they talk about and it has really turned me off to it.
sorry blakeums.
oh and blake you are a poser....(just thought that I would beat you to it.)
current mood: bored
current music: the bled
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| Thursday, December 19th, 2002
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9:46 pm
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so I hate everything/one.
I fucking get a promotion and everyone says it's because I flirt with the boss. I get a massage from the office masseuse and everyone says its because I flirt with the boss. I know that they think I do other things as well, but my boss is 45+ years old, married, children, not to mention not at all my type (mostly due to the age thing) and I am scared to death of him (because he is my boss). I have worked for everything I have, and I deserve everything I have as well
I wish people would die.
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| Tuesday, December 10th, 2002
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10:44 pm - Ain't nothin' but a hoochy Momma!
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he didn't think I would do it, but I did. I went to work wearing a skirt that barely covered my ass, and fishnet tights. It was fun, it made me feel a little self conscious but pretty at the same time.
I wish I was a slut.
current mood: nostalgic
current music: rocking the converge
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