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Monday, August 25th, 2003
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3:51 pm - every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end.
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Call to order. I have an announcement to make. This livejournal has been fun. But, I need to move on. Actually, I have a new LJ at livejournal.com/users/blameitonmychi. This place of journaling seems to be much more fitting to me. I have added my current friends to the list and therefore, hopefully, livejournaling will be much more enjoyable for me and I will want to participate in the LJ fun. Hey everyone, come by and see me.
Love, Holly
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| Friday, August 22nd, 2003
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9:00 am - manifesto mutha-fucka.
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I just arrived at school. My first class of the day, is actually second period. I am blessed with a few extra minutes to sleep in, but somehow...I am more tired than I ever knew myself to be at school.
Fucking. Blah.
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| Thursday, August 21st, 2003
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8:54 pm
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I'm hot and sweaty and tired. This is, of course, not for the reason that I am normally hot and sweaty and tired and...of course, in need of a cigarette, but y'know, whadda ya do?
My girlfriend made me melt with her trumpet solo. Ah, she is simply splendid.
Must go. Must watch Queer Eye and cross my fingers that no queeries interrupt me for the next hour.
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| Wednesday, August 20th, 2003
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10:27 pm - ain't no sunshine when she's gone.
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10:50 am
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I am so vague in my journal. Little of my life is recorded here. I am hoping that I can change that. Give me time.
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8:58 am - Over the Edge
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Over The Edge
Hole
It’s not the truth I say
It’s just a mockery
Don’t need to waste my time
You know I really try
You take and never give
It gets so hard to live
I’m hanging on a ledge, push straight over the edge
Grow up and be a man
Drop dead right where I stand
I’m hanging on a ledge, push straight over the edge
Don’t do the things you do
Don’t have to oblige you
Make choices on my own
Don’t buy the shit they sell
You take and never give
It gets so hard to live
I’m hanging on a ledge, push straight over the edge
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| Tuesday, August 19th, 2003
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10:15 am
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Using 'gay' as an adjective and making lesbian stereotypes seems to be the thing of the day.
Fun.
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| Monday, August 18th, 2003
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10:25 am - without you
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'Tis my first day back at school. I have 1st period and 7th period release, which is indeed a good thing. The bad thing is that, I cannot walk down the hall with my girlfriend without fearing that the authorities are on our watch. Her father warned her that they may be.
Three friends of mine picked me up this morning. We car-chalked the seniors' cars in the Veanos' parking lot and paraded to school.
I don't know that I'll be able to concentrate on school, on graduating...when I can't even sleep at night, anymore.
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| Saturday, August 16th, 2003
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8:34 pm
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For minutes, it was all better. I was smiling. I was happy. And, then, they took it all away...for their reputation.
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10:51 am - rainbow mural on my wall
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I was told that I am the "perfect girl for a lesbian, that all the lesbians want".
I have to disagree, because short of my girlfriend and a small select few, I only attract the thirty year old bull dykes.
But, it is nice that they think so.
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| Friday, August 15th, 2003
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3:50 pm - what
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My the-rapist is nice. She's married to a guy named Bill. Bill reminds me of Clinton.
I'm still banned from love. I'm still banned from being.
She's not going to try to change me.
It seems like I did more entertaining than the-raping.
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| Wednesday, August 13th, 2003
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11:11 pm - you've got perfect fingers
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I am being sent to therapy on Friday. This week, since Tuesday, has been the worst. My mother and father don't care. They choose my hurt over theirs.
My eyes are still puffy from crying. The skin on my face is flaking off because of all of the tears. I haven't eaten. But, I have relinquished my guts several times.
My dog has become my best friend.
I'm dying inside.
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| Tuesday, August 12th, 2003
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7:46 pm
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| Monday, August 4th, 2003
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7:00 am - "And we're on our way..."
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| Saturday, August 2nd, 2003
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8:07 pm - the devils henchmen
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9 a.m. brought upon a ride in Diana's mosquito infested car on the way to a friend of mine and Katie's sisters h-iz-ouse.
I was greeted by the goofy gals, sitting in the front yard, attempting to conduct a yard sale.
The friend, whom we will call Lauren, did her fair share of selling the yard, as Katie and I enjoyed the comfort of the air conditioner and the big puffy couch.
We watched Fox News to wait on the Gay Marriage segment. I still have my panties in a wad over the Dubya.
Afterwards, Lauren ordered a pizza from Domino's, while Katie and I bombarded her with our homosexual-ness, as we so often do.
The neice got on the nerves of us all. But, I like the cat...she likes me. She likes Katie too, but Katie took joy in slinging her around and shaking her in the air and then I called Katie an "asshole" and...it's funny, how no one takes me serious when I am mean.
Katie took a shower. I helped her find her way to the tub and helped her get in. Mm.
During sex, it is quite normal that we get a lot of yells toward us in the background, a lot of people walking in on us (well, hell, normally there's atleast one other person in the room) and a lot of odd cramps in odd places due to the positions and locations we seem to choose.
Moving along, Katie, Lauren and I watched But, I'm a Cheerleader. Katie and I benefitted from the couch and our liking to such odd..um..
Katie fell asleep with her arm wrapped around me at some point. She clung to my waist and leg as I tried to pull her off to get up. She made another one of those funny noises, that she does so often when she sleeps. She woke herself up this time.
I then fell asleep, sitting up, resting my head on her shoulder. I woke myself up with a twitch. Continued the movie. the smoking. the sex. the giggles. the picture taking. the guarding the cat.
And blah, blah, fucking blah.
We then took in the Japanese symphonic ensemble at the Civic Center, alongside my brother-who-isn't-really-my-brother, Jack.
On the ride home, I got in trouble by him for sticking my ass out of the window.
I lost the back of my 2nd cartlidge earring.
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12:16 am - The world could be yours, if you want her.
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I think one of the best compliments' one could give me is that I am funny. A lot of times, I just feel like a dumbass. To know someone thinks I am funny, is just a really grand feeling. You know?
It's like New York City on a Sunday afternoon right after it snows and the sun is shining through, slightly melting the frozen percipiation on the ground. It's just nice, real nice.
Especially, when it's coming from your darling girlfriend. Then, it is extra nice.
So tonight was a night of many planned plans gone bad. It was a night of many unplanned plans gone slightly a little better.
It is now the end of my planning nights on the town or having any participation in such. They always fuck up.
But, when we just go...to go, because we can...it's always better. It's always great.
The official plans made by a friend were fucked because she had no meat behind these plans. I can't really go into it.
At any rate, Trey and his friend, J.J. (or Jayj, as I so oddly named him upon our first meeting, tonight) picked me up from her sisters' house in West Memphis because she could no longer go to Memphis with us (for reasons, I'd rather not say). Evidentally, the tits have to sit in the front seat. So, I sported, alongside Trey in the front seat of the flamimg below-E Lumina. The three of us picked Katie up in Marion and hit it over the bridge.
Only we didn't really hit it...we slowly crawled over. The traffic was backed up out-the-ass and it took an hour to get downtown, while Marion to downtown is never any longer than a 20 minute drive (including parking garage mess).
I threatened to get out and do a little dance on the interstate, even piss over the bridge into the Mississippi River with Jayj. Turned out, I didn't get to do either of those things, because of some reason or another.
When we made it, the guys went to see American Wedding, while Katie and I daunted off to pass time.
We had dinner at Napoli's in Peabody Place. Veggie Stuft pizza is good, it's even better with a fork. It's even better when the creepy greek male with the ugly face isn't staring at you like he's in the eye doctor for a check-up, squinting down the eye chart. Smoked in the Peabody garage, watched the valet parking and the wide array of funny people who passed by in the few minutes. We had ice cream at Maggie Moo's. I chunked my cone into Katie's face, leaving her with a Butter Pecan'd nose. We talked to some guys from school. Then had all intentions of playing pool at The Putting Edge but some hogs were hogging the table as always. We smoked a cigarette, along the way to Beale Street. We took some more goofy pictures at the photo booth. Using all of my quarters and all of hers, she won me a purple gay bull dog in the machine outside of the store. We went back to Peabody place and sat around..sat around until Jayj and Trey completed their entertainment rituals.
6th level parking garage parking is never fun when you are below empty. It took 45 minutes to get out of the garage. Downtown Memphis was fun. I talked to a nice man from the window. He reminded me of Ruben Studdard's brother. I got honked at when I sat on the passenger seat window and honked at even more when I stuck my ass out of it. Jayj and Katie were playing act-like-you're-throwing-the-dog-out-of-the-backseat-window-because-Holly-will-freak-or-jump-out-or-something on the way to the gas station off of Adams street.
I crawled over Trey in the drivers' seat to stop Katie from throwing the thing out. He liked that more than I would like to have realized.
Gas getting was interesting. Trey didn't know how to pump, so he paid, bought cigarettes and food. Jayj, Katie and I fought off the crackheads and pumped some gas. Katie and I made out and got a honk for an encore from some guys in a luxurious ghetto sled.
We raced home.
And, here I am.
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| Tuesday, July 29th, 2003
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3:19 pm - cabelo tingido vermelho
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My chi plant is dying. My death might as well invite itself along. That chi plant has been my superstitious superstition for many-a-morning, after morning.
I enjoyed a Red in the afternoon rain only just moments ago. I chatted with a couple of friends that I have not chatted with in quite sometime. T'was nice.
It has been a day of leisure, as it has also been a day of frustration and angst.
And the afternoon is still premature...
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| Monday, July 28th, 2003
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2:49 pm - Tater Red's
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| Thursday, July 24th, 2003
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11:32 pm - terrible storm
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9:30 pm - put on my blue suede shoes
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Walking in Memphis
Katie and I had dinner at Pancho's. I wiped out my plate of rice & beans and a cheese & onion enchilada. The greatest thing about Pancho's is the cheese dip. I would dare say it beats all cheese dip on the face of this earth and beyond. No, really.
We ventured off to Peabody Place and wandered about the halls of southern goodness, dreadlocked kids, and bums.
We moseyed over to Beale Street in search of my cousin, Jessica, who was to meet us at the corner of Third and Beale. I stopped for a pit-stop at Elvis' Cafe, only to be bombarded by the shaking bathroom stall door of an overweight lady in a (god forbid) blue jean jumper. She was stuck in the stall, for god knows why. I crawled underneath to her rescue, then went about my business.
It wasn't until Katie's pit-stop time back at Peabody Place that I discovered my cousin. She was screaming my name from across the self-titled Avenue.
We went back to Fat Tuesday's, while Jessica ate something carnivorous (but of course it consisted of good, hearty lettuce and an excess of ranch dressing). I threw a crouton at a group of underaged boys who probably deserved a good crouton in their empty crown. However, to their own luck, I missed my target.
We acquired good media from Tower Records. Then, hit it back to the heart of the city of Blues...Beale Street. There is anything and everything to do there. Yet, as an unfortunate underage, there is absolutely nothing to do on Beale Street. And of course the sorry after-effects of Summer Storm 2003 left only half of the excitement at our finger tips.
Katie and I took some pictures in a photobooth at Tater Red's. They came out quite beautiful (solely because of her astonishing beauty). But, my fucked-up beyond belief hair made them quite humorous.
I nearly jumped off of the 5th floor of the parking garage. But my caring company didn't not allow such a thing.
And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo.
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