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Monday, 23 March 2009

  • So, I'm pretty good at forgetting about my xanga.  But I'm sure you are all well aware of it.


    If anyone would like to send me $850 that would be awesome, but if you can only manage $500 or so, that's okay too. And if you really really wanted to send me a couple thousand dollars, I guess I could accept that.

    I don't really know what to write. Not too much going on. Lost my job, getting very little work and no steady job, moved in with my girlfriend and worried about rent. My violin teacher has taken me under her wing and is giving me free lessons, and teaching me to teach. Basically said I could inherit her whole studio when she retires. Or croaks. She will probably die before she retires, but that's still at least 15 or 20 years from now.  Either way it's a pretty good opportunity.

    I just read some discouraging news. I think I'll stop typing and further research this news thing. ttyl

Saturday, 22 November 2008

Wednesday, 19 November 2008

  • venting

    I feel really hurt and upset with you right now. I don't know what you are up to, you refuse to acknowledge me when I'm around. I thought we were supposed to stay friends? Don't friends say 'hi, how are you?" Because you leave me with so little information, and I only know what people tell me, I feel really hurt and upset with you.

    Do you call her 'babe' and 'hon' like you used to me? I'm sure you used to call her that as well, but did you fall right back into that? It hadn't even been a month  you bastard. What did you think I'd think when I found out? What do you do or say when she trash talks me? I'm sure she does, I know she hates me. Do you just sit there and listen? Do you even try to defend me? Or has she whipped you in that aspect as well? The damn floosie was just waiting, wasn't she? Just waiting in the wings for when she could pounce, and you just let her.

    My respect for you has dropped. It is fucking lame that I have to let you know if I'm coming over to hang with Jarod, or coming to pick him up. You aren't my fucking father I don't have to let you know anything I don't care. If you're so worried about a hissy fit from her, then.. fuck you're just a wuss. Grow a backbone. I have lost so much respect for you. Maybe you should, you know, BE A FRIEND and let me know what's going on. Or just say "hey" once in a while. Or at Least stop avoiding eye contact.

  • Life's Lovely Surprises

    I wrote this a couple weeks ago while sitting at school:
    I really enjoy being single at the moment. I can look at whoever I want and think whatever I want about them and not feel guilty. It’s pretty great. This guy sitting across from me is really cute. He’s got full lips and gorgeous eyes. His eyebrows aren’t really thick, but they’re dark and nicely shaped. His sideburns are just the right length, to the bottom of his ears, and he’s wearing sexy wire rimmed glasses.  He seems stressed about something, probably school since he is working on homework right now. Some kind of presentation I think. He’s thin, has long thin fingers, and looks pretty tall. He’s sitting down so it’s hard to tell, but his legs look pretty long. He dresses like my brother, old, black skater shoes, plain straight jeans and a hoodie. He has a dimple in his right cheek. I can tell his thinking really hard as he stares into the mailroom across the hall and plays with his mechanical pencil.

    I want to see him smile, I bet if he did I would melt inside. I feel like I look really gross.  Hopefully I don’t look too terrible. I’d like to think that the reason he decided to sit here was because of me. That’s very egocentric of me, but it’s a  nice feeling to know that someone finds you attractive.

     He’s really pretty, but I think he’s getting ready to leave, and that makes me very sad. I like him there! I wish he would just smile once before he leaves, but alas, he just walks away. He is decently tall. Farewell tall handsome stranger! I hope we meet again!
    ---
    So I went to Jarod's today to watch a movie with him and Maria, and lo and behold, the beautiful stranger was there and is a friend of Jarod's roommate. I just about died.

    Then I found out he smokes pot.  damn.. but well he's still pretty, and I still haven't seen him smile.. and I haven't lost all hope on him yet.

Tuesday, 18 November 2008

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    • Name: Janna
    • Location: Champaign-Urbana, Illinois, United States
    • Birthday: 7/2/1987
    • Gender: Female
    • Member Since: 1/31/2005

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