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[Mar. 15th, 2009|05:37 pm] |
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reading shit in this journal is really weird. |
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[Sep. 13th, 2006|03:48 pm] |
WHY THE HELL DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME DISALIGNED ISN'T A WORD!?!?!
(wow I'm an idiot) |
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[Jul. 31st, 2006|05:17 pm] |
Gulfport/Biloxi's airport is the absolute most pitiful airport I've ever seen. It's an international airport which makes me feel sorry for anybody who is coming to America for the first time and has a destination in this airport. Can you imagine coming to visit America from a beautiful country and walking out of the plane into a shithole like this and having that be your first impression of America? I mean honestly theres no ceiling, there's water dripping down next to my seat on the raw dirty cement floors, theres wires hanging over my head which scares me and if I removed the people from the building and turned the lights out I would think the place was abandoned. Although...it does have free internet...
My mom watched me go through security. We had some gumbo and a beer and talked about our family and made fun of the people around us. There was this big capsule looking thing like the one in the movie The Fly except a little more high-tech. We were joking about how I'd be when I exited it. We watched people for about an hour wondering what the hell it did and were a bit overly excited for it to be my turn. The Security guy told me to take my sweater off and I said in return to his request "Getting girls undressed, huh?" He was an adult man so that made him sort of uncomfortable and he wouldn't look at me. I stepped into the booth/fly capsule thinggy and my mom was watching me through the glass. I wasn't expecting it but red lights flashed and huge puffs of air hit me and made a loud noise. I screamed and dropped my sunglasses and was laughing histerically. My mom was yelling "WHAT DOES IT DO?! WHAT HAPPENS??!?" I called her on the way to my gate and we were laughing about it all.
She didn't cry and I'm surprised. She's happy for me.
My plane just got here. Byebye. Oh shit all I heard was "unlimited alcolic beverages" over the intercom in regards to my flight. ohhhh girrrrl.
p.s. I might be coming back to Bluereyes. I sort of miss it. |
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[Jul. 30th, 2006|10:47 am] |
( intense dream )
Daila threw me a surprise going away party last night. All my favorite boys were there. I got soooo many bear hugs, it was amazing.
This is my last day. |
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[Jul. 29th, 2006|04:51 pm] |
24 more hours.
Tick-tock-tick-tock |
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[Jul. 28th, 2006|10:23 am] |
I'm pretty nervous for my mom to see my bank statement. I've been a bad girl lately.
It's Michael's birthday; 21st.
I think on my 21st I'll go hiking, kayaking, get some good thai, have a glass of wine and watch a movie with a friend (of which will probably be a dog). I love having a summer birthday. I wonder if my birthday would actually be a good one if I spent it alone. I'll have to try that next year- fall off the face of the earth, shut off my phone and be completely alone for my birthday and force myself to have a great day. My 16th birthday I was in Seattle, and I was in the bathroom the whole time crying. Seventeenth birthday I was in an apartment with about 100 people who I didn't know and sure as hell didn't know me and woke up on a fouton, spent the rest of the day sleeping in my car in front of a random house.
I'm thinking seriously about getting a dog, a small one, even though I really would love to fulfill my dreams of having a pitbull.
I had some very bad dreams this morning, morning dreams are always the worst, they hold you under and taint your day.
I woke up feeling a little sadder than usual, wait, what's usual? I don't even know.
I'm not really in the mood to go to the beach, but maybe I'll be surprised, maybe the water will do something for me. |
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[Jul. 24th, 2006|05:14 pm] |
Time is just about out.
I need some icecream
and a movie. |
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[Jul. 19th, 2006|08:23 pm] |
This little boy is waiting for me in a shelter in Seattle. He needs me and I think I'm going to need him very much. We could go to the park and he could romp and bite the homeless man on the bench/under the tree/in front of me asking for cash. Look at his little face, he's saying "Whitty, come get me!"
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[Jul. 19th, 2006|07:26 pm] |
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This waiting period is excruciating. I feel as though I've been sitting in the airport for the past two months. |
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