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So i hate chesterfield.
This summer is boring the hell out of me.
Honestly there is like 3 people keeping me here.
Im so sick of all of chesterfields bullshit.
What is honestly wrong with these people.
I know its not just me either because im not the only who feels this way.
Ahhhh, oh this is helping me not completly hate life.
Check it outtt...www.myspace.com/__trigger
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[02 Jul 2006|03:37pm] |
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I just re-did my livejournal.
I have no idea why.
I like it though.
So i would advise you to like it too.
Im bored as fuck.
I hate sundays.
I really have nothing whatsoever to update about.
I spent the night at my cousins last night.
It was fun.
I went bathing suit shopping today.
My boobs are too big to actually fit into a top.
Last time i checked that wasnt possible.
Oh well im over it.
Im done.
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[21 Jun 2006|12:36pm] |
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It all started as a normal day to me. I got on the bus to go to school and aimlessly had a cigarette shoved into my face as I was getting on. Alex’s of course. I took a small hit to get him out of my face and continued walking to find a seat with Maureen as I felt the smoke slowly fill up my lungs. I didn’t know where to blow the smoke out so I blew it above the girl across from my seats head to an open window. I apologized and told her it wasn’t my fault her window was the only open one. She took it like an asshole and bitched at me about her asthma. Of course I therefore got offensive and told her that the smoke hadn’t even got into her face but completely over her head. And this is when the dreadful day started. We began raising our voices at each other and soon enough we were yelling. Before I knew it I was hitting her again and again and as fast as it had happened it ended and I got off the bus. Later that day once I began forgetting it had happen my econ teacher, Mr. Lynch came up to me and told me I was from here on out not aloud on the bus. Well I truly wasn’t effected considering it was the last day of my sophomore year and I had barley been on it at all and next year I would have my license. I then went to find Maureen to tell her what had happened. When I told her she said she had already heard and also that the girl had not got in any trouble, which pissed me off greatly. The rest of lunch was extremely blurry and very odd. The bell finally rang and I walked to my locker. I tried so many times to open it and I couldn’t seem to get it. I started getting aggravated and wished for the day to end. I tried the lockers around me, maybe there was a mix up. None of them were mine. I began noticing signs among the lockers like “#3 and #5 have been switched” The locks must have all been checked because the school was being remodeled. My lock had definitely been on the wrong locker all year and I still had a lot of stuff in my locker. I knew I wasn’t about to get any of it out anytime soon. I heard people coming up the stairs and hoped it was someone I knew, I needed to complain to someone. Well sure enough it was Chris but he had some stupid counselor with him, who knows why this time. It was Chris and all. So I ignored her and went up to him and started telling him about what had happened all day just without any details and then for some reason I burst out crying. He let me cry for some time until finally we both realized that the counselor was still there and I needed to go get my locker deal sorted out. Instantly I seemed to be in the office telling them my problem. The lady said they are normally suppose to give us 15 minutes to try and open are locker but she figured that I had already attempted to open mine for long enough. So she scrimmaged threw her purse and gave me a handful of change with a smile on her face as if she was the nicest person on the face of earth. Well I was completely lost, why did I need change? That wasn’t close to the amount of money I needed to replace everything in my locker. I didn’t feel like bothering her so I turned around to leave with a fuck it attitude and of course someone bangs into me and the change goes flying everywhere. With a heavy sigh I began picking the change up. I then realize there is exactly 3 dollars worth of change and that you can buy a new lock with in one of the machines somewhere in the school. So I assumed that’s what I was suppose to do. I got up and from the doorway I asked if I was thinking right and she said I was. I gave her a blank stare, she realized I didn’t understand why I needed a new lock. “There is a key in the box Courtney, one key fits all.” She said calmly. “Come back here once you have the lock” So after searching for the machine it the strangely empty and quiet school I found it, got the lock, and went back to the office. When I returned she pulled up a chair and told me to start working. I gave her yet another blank stare. “Don’t tell me you didn’t read how to get the key out in the last school newspaper” She said with a bit of aggravation in her voice. I smiled shyly at her. She sighed and walked into the backroom. A few minutes later she came out with the last issue of the school newspaper. I flipped threw it looking for the page on the school locks. When I found the page I was taken aback by how extremely difficult the maze to how to find something as simple as a key in a box. I was going to be here a long time. There was only an hour left of school and I wasn’t close to being done. Natalie, who was helping out in the office said she wasn’t going to be done by the time school was out and offered to stay with me. Once everyone was gone and the school was empty Natalie announced she needed to use the bathroom. 10 seconds after she left two men working on the school entered the building. I got a horrible feeling. They were heading towards the bathroom Natalie was in. Something wasn’t right. I kicked the chair out from under me and ran out the door, cut in front of them, and they followed running just steps behind me. I was running with everything in me screaming for Natalie to hurry and run. They were just feet behind me. I got to the stairs and noticed the color of the stairs was oddly strange, a weird dull black yet shiny at the same time. I didn’t have time to look closer. The closer I got to the bathroom the slower everything around me got. I kept screaming to Natalie but I couldn’t get my words out right. I felt like I jell-o. Before I realized it Natalie had burst out the bathroom screaming if they were upstairs I screamed too late as the guy slid on the floor past her. Natalie bolted for the stairs, one man right behind her, and me right behind him. Natalie burst threw the door with the man too close behind her. He was able to shut and lock the door as I hit it. There wasn’t time for me to pry open the door without him getting to lock it. I screamed and hit the door. This powerless feeling was too overwhelming. Everything seemed to be closing in. I could hear Natalie screaming and I knew I had to do something. I felt that I could tear open the door. In my head I knew I could. I screamed and hit and scratched and pulled at the door until finally the door began to come apart and I tore a hole in it enough to get threw it, the whole time Natalie’s screams bouncing off walls. The man saw me and hurried threw the closest door. As the door closed everything went completely dark and silent.
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[22 Apr 2006|02:08pm] |
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So pfff.
Vacation has been pretty good.
I for some reason dont remember much.
Haha.
Im finally getting my head out of my ass.
And realizing alot.
It feels good to be happy.
I got my nose pierced and i re pierced my tongue web.
I love new things.
It feels gooood.
lol
Hmmph.
I dont have much to say lol.
So yeah i guess ill end this.
Gooooodbye.
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[02 Apr 2006|01:36am] |
Idk why i update this.
me and brian broke up
JOy, life.
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