Thursday, July 22, 2004

   Egh
*sigh* last night sucked! Oh, wait, no, yesterday sucked. I get up due to the yelling of my mom and my father at 6:00 in the morning, and then I'm yelled at. Well sometime in that day around noon, my dog goes outside in a storm and decides to swim after something. So, I ran out, and began swimming after him fourty feet, with my eyes kept on him and a water twister! Argh...v.v;
So, after that, my dog has a broken leg, so we have to bring him to the animal hospital. Well the day after that is fine, I 'spose because I was freaking asleep! Well I get on the internet at night, and then my boyfriend, decides to go, "I need a break."
I ask him what he means and viola! He needs a fucking break from us. This was around 11:00 at night, so I being really exhausted still, I go outside, sitting by the river, and I soon fall asleep. Well my day ends there. But anyways, this morning I woke up with a complete headache....argh.
Oh, and I won't be posting any of my 'art' on here because none of it's fan art...blah.
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Tuesday, July 20, 2004

   blah
oh..I'm so freaking....tired! I sat up all night in my bed, hugging my knees, coughing. I gagged about 2 times too... but what ever. Currently on television, Yellowcard is on. Yay! I like Yellowcard! I should get off to call my best friend, Ross, and see what the hell muh buddy is up to. So.. yeah. Right now, my room smells strongly of Lillies, because...I have a buncy of Lillies in my room. I want Brody to get on right now also.....well he's on, but he's busy with his college stuff. Bwa..<.< I should post his picture on here. He's hawt. XD lmfao, and maybe his friend's picture also. His friend, Jasper, likes my friend, Katrina, and so they're going out..*nods*
bwa! Lola Ray! Anyways, I shall go and call Ross. Who knows, maybe I'll get the courage to post some of my art work on here...v.v; Art..pfft...
oh yeah, here's a poem I wrote quite some time ago:
I went to a party, and remember what you had said.
You told me to be a good girl, and not to drink and drive.
I did what you said, and got a Dr. Pepper instead.
I felt proud of myself, and you said I would.
I made a good choice, and your advice was right.
When the party finally ended, the kids drove out of sight.
I got into my car, thinking I’d get home to you all right.
I didn’t see it coming, Mom. But now, I’m lying on the pavement.
I hear the policemen say, “The kid that hit her was drunk.” Mom…
What is happening to me?
The doctors, the sirens…they all seem far away.
I can hear the paramedics say, “That young girl is going to die.”
Is it true, Mommy…can they do nothing to save me?
I can’t feel my injury, not where it happened because all over my body it hurts.
I’m surrounded by my own blood, and more flows painfully out of my body as I try not to cry.
I had no idea…the guy was flying high, and he chose to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had talked to him, I’d be kissing you goodnight.
Maybe if his parents had told him not to drink, I’d be helping my sister get tucked into bed.
Maybe if his parents had told him to be a good boy, I’d be having Daddy walk me down the aisle on my Wedding Day.
But that won’t happen, Mom….my breath is getting shorter, and Mom, I’m so afraid.
Mommy….these moments are my last; I feel so unprepared
I didn’t see it coming, the guy was flying high, and now I’m dying because he chose to drink and drive.
Mom, when I go to Heaven, put ‘Daddy’s Girl’ on my grave, and tell sister not to be afraid.
I wish that you could hold me Mom, so I can say I love you, Mom, as I lie here and die. I wish I could stay alive to see sister grow up. I wish I could see Daddy retire, and live out his days and have me care for him to return the favor for raising me right. Once more, Mom, I wish I could say, “I love you!” and “Goodbye”

Ja...it's sad. I need Brody to teach me some German. Well like I was saying, I'm going to go now.

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