So Much Change.Some things will always stay the same.
But, a lot has changed. I seem to hate that person I used to be, and don't understand why anyone put up with me. :]:] But I'm thankful they did. We all have our hells to go through, that was just one of mine.
So, what's new, you ask?
I hardly ever write any more.
I don't have a camera to take random-ass pictures. (But, if I did, there would be a plethora on here.)
I became increasingly independent (sort of) upon moving out.
God, really, I don't write any more??? The thought sickens me. I try to get back into it, all the time. Writer's block really punched me in the face, really freaking hard.
But I've been working on it, and perhaps one of these long, dreary winter days I will produce something worth somewhat of a while (haha.).
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"I'm gonna be a star and people will crane necks to get a glimpse of me and see if I am having sex.... And when it's party time like it's 1999, I'll party by myself because I am such a special guy!"
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"I'm gonna be a star and people will crane necks to get a glimpse of me and see if I am having sex.... And when it's party time like it's 1999, I'll party by myself because I am such a special guy!"
1. Right this very instant, go listen to all the horrible songs on the Mika soundtrack.
2. Look up random pictures of Conor Oberst. -after, not during listening to Mika.
3. Doll yourself up. Now walk around the house in one of your dresses.
4. Buy some coconuts
5. Return home and change into your most gangsta looking clothes and start doing some hardcore dancing to some Cobra Starship.
6. Repeat instruction 4.
7. Go for a mile walk.
8. Take some self senior pictures leaning casually against a tree or some such non-sense.
9. Write a horribly depressing story about a mom losing her eight year old daugter to AIDS.
10. Play some Bright Eyes and then some FOB to remind you of the great times at concerts and the times when you wanted to go to jail for murdering Pete Wentz.
11. Write a happy poem about overcoming the feeling of assassinating Pete Wentz and rainbows and butterflies.
12. Go pick up the guitar again and learn a new song.
13. Go buy some fruit juice.
14. Go dancing in the night.
15. Finally, get on Facebook, MySpace, Blogger, dA, My Yearbook, etc.... and screw the night away.
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"I'm gonna be a star and people will crane necks to get a glimpse of me and see if I am having sex.... And when it's party time like it's 1999, I'll party by myself because I am such a special guy!"
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Don't listen too close, their words are like guns
With bullets that fly and kill what you've won.
Some love to hate and some tell you lies.
~Paper Walls, Yellowcard
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"Even in my silence there is something to be said.."
Love always,
*upside down exclamattion point* Rachel!
(see that's my name in Spanish!!)
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"I'm gonna be a star and people will crane necks to get a glimpse of me and see if I am having sex.... And when it's party time like it's 1999, I'll party by myself because I am such a special guy!"
(dA didn't send me a message that I got this comment. Stupid thing.)
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Don't listen too close, their words are like guns
With bullets that fly and kill what you've won.
Some love to hate and some tell you lies.
~Paper Walls, Yellowcard
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"A truly selfish man cannot be affected by the approval of others. He doesn't need it." --Howard Roark, The Fountainhead
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