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[27 Nov 2004|09:29pm] |
Wow, how long has it been? Two months? That is the longest I have ever gone without updating a journal. Shall we pick up where we left off?
I was going to go to the movies to see The Incredibles, but the theater was crowded, so instead we rented a few movies and I watched Bridget Jones's Diary along with a big bowl of popcorn and a vanilla Pepsi. I went bowling today too. I did terrible. I played 3 games with my mother, and got 110, 112, and 109. Mom didn't do too well either. She said we did bad because of the lanes. I think she was right, since I pretty much hit my mark every time.
Thanksgiving was nice. I hung out with my cousins Michele, Erin and Danielle. Michele and Danielle are both 12, and Erin is 10, she being Michele's sister. We played Blink, this one friendship board game, and Garbage. Who knew card games could be so much fun.
Homecoming went well.
I have friends.
I wish I didn't have to put up with this...thing that's hindering me. I thought I was over it.
Umm, I think I'll stop now.
I think I'll get a new journal and not tell anyone about it. This just seems awkward. Oh well, this one was never mind, anyway. I guess Abby can take it back.
Farewell, I suppose.
~Anastasia
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[15 Sep 2004|09:26pm] |
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Ahh, what a week. Tomorrow is my father's birthday, so I suspect there will be much celebrating to take my mind off the pain and internal suffering that I may or may not be suffering from. I don't know. I'm really tired. I just wanted to say something since I haven't in a while. I think I am going to fall asleep now.
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[06 Sep 2004|06:15pm] |
I, as well as many others in my area, am very aware of summer's ending. And I too am very sad to see it go. But an ending can only mean a new beginning, and that will mean a new beginning for many people, including myself.
This past year was not my best, I must admit. I got into fights, conflicts and deep spells of depression at unexpected turns. I have learned to control my outcomes, and I will remember the past so it can guide me to my highest point.
I'd post my class schedule, but I know that people would figure out who I am if I did that. Just keep a lookout for me. You never know what you have until it may be gone. If you are kind, kindness will come back your way. If you come across me, and are nice to me and while around me, you will be repaid with kindness. You never know when you might need me. So, my point is, just be nice to everyone. Unless of course you already know who I am, then you can just be nice to me. Nah, I'm kidding. Kindness makes the world a better place. Trust me on that.
I will tell you one thing, however. My locker is in downstairs gold.
I will see you all tomorrow.
~Anastasia
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[05 Sep 2004|06:57pm] |
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It hurts to see. Every ounce of effort I put towards gathering information through the use of my eyes hurts to a terrible extent. My head aches as the sides of them are being forced together, causing horrible tension, and the headaches increase. Therefore, I cannot see without pain. Never take your eyes for granted, or any other part of your body, for that matter. You may not have it long, or have it work properly forever.
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[03 Sep 2004|09:00pm] |
Well as you may (or may not) know, school starts in four days. Four short days that will seem like meer hours knowing that school is looming ahead not so far away. I for one do not want to go back. It feels like it is too soon, even though I know very well that it isn't. I am also sure that unexpected dangers as of now are just waiting to meet me, like they did last year. Only I believe there are even more of them, and more people will be out to ridicule me. I think I got lucky last year, being away from a good amount of people that I despise. But now I don't think I will be so lucky for some reason. It's hard to luck out two times in a row. But maybe just the opposite of what I fear will happen. Hopefully my fears are not met, and I can avoid the people that I choose to avoid.
I know it maybe a little early to be thinking about it (or maybe not, I wouldn't really know) but I am not sure if I will be going to homecoming this year. What's the point? Maybe I should just stay home and contemplate my thoughts, my many numerous and infinite amount of pointless, never ending thoughts...
Or maybe not. Maybe I will just go and lean against a wall, observing everyone else. I have noticed that about myself lately, that I am an observer. So many girls wear makeup to the football games, girls that just want attention. I was so glad to find out that I wasn't the only one who didn't. I don't really like make up. Looking all pretty for what? False attention? No, if I really want attention, I will leave that to my diverse personality, thanks.
Yes, this was a pointless entry. It may be pointless, but I like it.
~Anastasia
Oh, I mentioned earlier I may have another AIM for you contact me with later on. Well I have it now. And that AIM sn is Lifeless Upturn, in case anyone cares. Farewell now.
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[01 Sep 2004|09:01pm] |
I need an icon. If someone could make me an icon containing bubbles. that would be very cool. Thank you.
And now, wow I really don't know what to do. Since the majority of people don't know who this is and therefore cannot confirm it, just take my word for it that I have been depressed this past year. Probably because of grades and all this random stuff that kept popping up everywhere that didn't seem to want to leave me alone. But I think I'm coming out of it. But I'm afraid things might be like last year again if I don't do something about what I am about to reveal. I have a little problem. I have liked this guy (I am female, for the people who couldn't figure it out. Haha, Robin thought I might be Jake Howell! Man that is hilarious. And Robby, wow I just don't know) anyway, I have liked this guy for well, since last november at least. I have a strange history with him. Practically anyone who knows him will agree with me that he is a pompous, arrogant son of a bitch who thinks he is so much fucking better than everyone else that whenever I fucking heard him speak I wanted to strangle him so that he would fucking end up...
Right, let's just say that in the beginning of last year, I hated the kid. Seriously. I HATED him. He was mean to everyone, would not stop bragging, and ugg I had to deal with him every day more than any other person in the school. I got so annoyed that he was practically everywhere. Eventually, he found out that I hated him. I told him straight to his face. He was shocked. (yeah we were somewhere at the time as a group...don't ask) and I told him that it didn't matter what I thought of him because he probably hated me back as well. He then said "How do you know that?" And then another girl shouted out that maybe he liked me. Well, his reaction was to chase her around the place. Well then we went back on the bus. He kept repeating "she hates me" a few times. That was not the reaction I expected from him. It was just...weird.
In time, I grew to uh, not hate him. He got nicer for some reason. And eventually, I started to like him. A lot. And yeah, it has been like this for a while. I never thought I would end up liking the guy I hated not so long ago. I know I'm rambling, so I'll get to the point. I don't know what I should do. It's been a long time, I don't know if I should tell him, or just try to forget about it, or what. I don't know. I can't ignore it, but I feel like I might have to. I don't know. All I know is he doesn't have a girl friend (yet) so I guess that is a plus. So, anyone know what I should do?
Yeah sorry to have to make you all think. Whatever. I'm tired. And rambling. And Britney figured out who I am, so I bet she's thinking "Who the heck is she talking about?" Yes, I'm sure you are. Good night.
~Anastasia
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[01 Sep 2004|09:04am] |
Ahh yes, I am back. *kicks the lab ray* It will die. I will conquer the world and own it...
Right, sorry. However, I am, again, extremely tired today. My brain doesn't appear to be working right. So I will leave now. Farewell.
~Anastasia, the non stalker
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[31 Aug 2004|09:57am] |
I am very tired today. Not that I am any reason to be, really. Hmm, let me see...
First order of business: Some of you don't read the fine print. I said I am not going to tell you who I am. So don't bother asking. Save your energy from typing extra keys. For those who like my mysteriousness, well, that's actually kind of cool. Thanks. Not that anyone has tried this, but just in case you didn't already know, the AIM on the profile page does NOT belong to me. It belongs to the actual legitiment owner of this journal.
Just how did I get in here, you ask? Well, when my friend created her live journal, she of course needed an email address to sign up with. She didn't have one of her own, so I let her use mine. Therefore, I know the secret word of life that lets me in here. I'm sure she won't mind this though. She has never used this. Yes, the information on the profile page is information about her. I have debated whether or not I should change it. No, I think I will leave it. I will not tamper with what she has already done.
Enough rambling. I'm done. I may, in time, provide another AIM if you wish to contact me. I'm kind of preoccupied at the moment, however.
~Anastasia
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[30 Aug 2004|08:37pm] |
I have acomplished the impossible. I have achieved something that I never thought that I could before. I am not exactly sure how it happened, or why, but I definately noticed a difference. I do not think anyone else has, or even could, but it doesn't matter. I have changed. I am strangely free. Something inside myself has been freed. I have reverted to an earlier point within my the past few years of my life. However, this is good. I was happy back then, and care free. I am that way now again. But I am more aware of the world around me. I am not afraid to take charge. I have made many a mistake during these few years and have learned many lessons about people. I am not a bad person. I am going to do better. I have changed, and will continue to do so even more. I will succeed. I will flourish. I will prevail.
A note for those I have added to my friends list. I am not going to tell you who I am, so don't ask. If you ever find out, consider yourself lucky. Good night.
~Anastasia
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[29 Aug 2004|05:20pm] |
Hello. I am back again. Since my friend doesn't seem to actually be using this journal, I think I might just take it for myself. Or at least until she takes it from me. So for a bit of personal touch, I will need a layout. A layout containing...bubbles perhaps? Or at least a background of bubbles. Now, to do that...hmm. I need a decent picture.
I went to Cedar Point yesterday. I think I'm getting hooked on Country music. Normally I don't like it. But I find it strangely soothing. I now have nothing more to say.
Perhaps I will let out a little more personal information once I get my layout going.
~Anastasia, a not so temporary occupant
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[26 Aug 2004|09:25pm] |
Chaos and confusion? Yeah, I really stirred up a lot of it. That was sarcasm. Whatever. I am bored again, as you can see, so I am back in this here journal. I feel the need to repeat the fact that I am not the owner of this journal. All the information on the profile pertains to my friend. Only the journal entries are mine. I don't really want anyone to know who this is for a few reasons, one being that I don't want them used to the idea of me using this journal, and two, I want to remain anonymous just because. So I am going to make entries in here as least personal as possible, if that makes any sense.
Let me start by saying a few things about the regular occupant. She is my friend as I have stated. We live nearby. She can be very amusing and crazy sometimes. She once pretended to be a house elf and that I was her master. She wrote me a series of letters in a very technical way to me. Too bad I lost them. They are very funny, might I add. Come to think of it, I haven't seen her since the time I walked over to her house and we watched the ring. Then she came over and she wanted her own journal, her knowing I had one too. I had read it because of one of my other friends. I don't know what else I should reveal to her about you. I don't know what she would tell you herself. So maybe I will end it here.
Instead of signing my entries with "A temporary occupant", I realize I need a name for myself. I cannot use my real name of course, it would be easy for people to eliminate a few people to figure out who I am. I cannot use any of my nicknames either, as it would definately pinpoint my identity. Nor can I use my middle name or last name. So what name can I use? I recall my mother telling me of the other name she thought of using as my middle name. She thought it would be embarrassing to me, so she decided against it. Personally, I think I would have liked it better, but I think the name I have now flows better. None the less, it is this unused middle name I shall sign my entries with. And with this, I bid you farewell.
~Anastasia, a temporary occupant
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[25 Aug 2004|07:46pm] |
*logs into bubblesunwanted* Hello! I am not the regular occupant of this journal, just so you know. This journal belongs to my friend, you see. She created her journal a while ago, but I don't know if she has any intention of using it regularly or at all. Since I am bored, I think I will make use of this journal temporarily, just to amuse myself. Stir up a bit of confusion maybe, as no one will know who this is. I am, as far as I know, the only one other than its regular occupant who knows about this journal. I could, technically, use this journal for my personal use, that is if its regular occupant doesn't return, which she may do in a period of time. Besides, I already have two. I'm sure she won't mind me making this small entry, I could erase it if she wishes. Ahh yes. So now, what to say? I do not know. I think I will stir up a bit of chaos and confusion now, for my amusement. Farewell.
~A temporary occupant
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