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I've decided... [24 Jun 2007|10:29am]
I might just make this a community journal. Since I never pay attention to my journal, I just pay attention to the communities. I don't know. I might be too lazy to make another journal though. Ha.
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join if you please [07 Jun 2007|12:24am]
An exclusive rating community!
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Join miniaturess today.
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[29 Apr 2007|02:28am]

123insert. Spread it like Herpes.
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My DNA [29 Apr 2007|01:05am]


I was really surprised. It actually described me word for word. Kind of weird.
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Wow [29 Apr 2007|12:18am]
I've really got to start updating this thing. I used to update everyday, but then I stopped using LJ. Now I'm back in action! Hopefully I'll keep up with it. I'll try to since now I have friends on here again. I wouldn't want to keep them or myself bored.
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join [23 Apr 2007|10:32pm]

hotfussxx: 80% LOOKS // 20% PERSONALITY
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ya [08 Nov 2006|12:26am]
I know I don't know everything. No one does. I'm ignorant, you're ignorant, we're all are. Some more than others though. Some can't see past a number. What about experiences?? Hardships??? Sure, I haven't had to take care of kids or run my own business but I can gaurentee I've seen, heard, and delt with more things than most kids see in the movies.

All I ask for it an equal opportunity to make an impression. Usually when people talk to me and then ask for my age, I leave them in awe. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to say I'm better than anyone but I do believe I deserve some respect. Is that so hard to ask? I know a lot of people that have been spoon fed all their lives. Their rent's always been paid for, laundry done by practical slaves, a new car provided whenever their "old" one was no longer in season. They may have been given everything to them materialist wise but they don't know a damned thing about the real world. If ever they left somewhere without their credit card they'd freak out in a heartbeat.

I'm a real person on the other hand. Yes, I get my expenses paid for as well, as of now, but that doesn't mean I can't go out there and make something of myself. That doesn't mean that I don't want to. Whatever twists and turns list has to throw at me, I feel I'm at the point in my life where I can take them. I've already practically had to raise myself, so what's there left to do? Find a job? Big woop! Some people see the aspect of working and being a "grown" person in society such a hardship and scary concept. I welcome it with open arms. If I could, I would be working right now. But that's where the idea of age all comes into play. Because I am a teenager, I can't work certain jobs, do certain things. They leave the petty jobs like baby sitting to us, like we're fuckin' illegal immigrants.

Oh and then, on top of it, they have ridiculous age laws on piercings and tattooes. Are you kidding me!? I'm not saying there shouldn't be a standard set somewhere, I'm just saying it's rather high. 18 is not what I would generalize a mature age. I've got a tattoo. People told me I'd regret it soon after. Do I regret it? No. I love it and will continue to for the rest of my life. Piercings are an even better example because they're not such a permanant concept. But same thing. I love my piercings and can't wait to get more.

If people think teenagers aren't capable of making such "drastic" decisions to their own bodies mind you, so what!? If you get one of the stupid ones to go in a shop, get a tattoo or piercing and then say "Damn, I don't like it anymore," let them deal with it. That's not your problem. Maybe that'll help them learn from their mistakes and hopefully build some character.

So please, nect time you meet a teenager, talk to them, find out who they are first before you go on judging them because I'm telling you, we're not so bad after all. Well, not me anyways.
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[31 Jul 2006|05:49pm]

prettylegends
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[28 Jul 2006|12:09pm]

fast growing active community.
application short as fuck
fun chat
no fuglies
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[27 Jul 2006|12:56pm]

123insert, Join now bitch!

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Nine to Five [08 Jun 2006|09:35am]
So a lot of my entires are either going to be transferred from my myspace blogs or just completely new ideas. This one happens to be a transfer. It's kind of a poem thing I wrote about my father.

Nine to Five

Heroin is his choice of drug. In the light of day, in the darkness of night, he is shooting, always shooting. He did have a job, as a taxi-driver, but he was too unstable to drive any longer. Fedex was there after, but that didn't last long for his body couldn't handle the hard labor. of carrying havey boxes.

This man is a son and a father. He is a person, just like any other, which means he makes mistakes. His biggest mistake was not paying attention to his one and only daughter. As a young girl, she depended on him, looked up to him.

This little girl is now a young woman and still his daughter. She is a person, just like any other, which means she feels. She hurts. She wishes. But overall, now she knows what she was to him, just another responsibility, another nine to five that yet again, he could not maintain.

One day she hopes he will realize that his daughter is there for him, even after all the hardships. She does need a father. Not just for eight hours in the day but for every moment she takes in the sunrise and the sunset; for every moment she cries and laughes; for every moment she loves and hates.

I will never leave his side. Through all the hardships to come and even after all the mistakes he's made. He is my father and I am his daughter.

Love is my choice of drug. I am addicted; a fiend in fact. My love for him is not just a nine to five. It's twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, until the day I die.
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Yeah [05 Jun 2006|09:46pm]
So I've decided this journal is going to be used for critical writing/picture posts only. No whining about how much my day sucked or glorifying how wonderful it was. Just plain ole' poetry and shit like that. And the occasional strange picture. Dig?
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Testing Testing [04 Jun 2006|11:35am]
ONE...

TWO...

THREE...
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