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[12 Aug 2007|10:44am]
I shacked last night at Kelly's apartment, right, and when I came home, I had just entered the door code and was halfway through the door when she calls my name from her room. I was like O_O Mrs Palmer is a fucking ninja.
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[05 Aug 2007|05:31pm]
I just saved my house mom's phone number in my cell phone, and I gave her "SexyBack" for a ringtone.

lmfao. Mrs. Palmer is definitely bringing sexy back.
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:) [25 Mar 2007|12:12am]
[ mood | loved ]

GRACE: Hello :3
TARYN: *koala*
GRACE: o.o hi!
TARYN: 'sup 8D
GRACE: What an enthusastic greeting :3
TARYN: ^-^
GRACE: Any particular reason you're so happy to see me?
TARYN: Just that you're the most amazing person in the world 8D

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ARGH [10 Feb 2007|04:02am]
[ mood | pissed off ]


Louis, the ex-boyfriend, IMed me tonight, apparently both drunk and high. He never smoked weed while we were together, and it really bothers me that he's doing it now. I lose a lot of respect for people when I find out that they smoke. (If you, the reader, smoke weed, don't take offense to this. Just make sure I don't hear about it and we'll be fine, lol.) In fact, my best friend in high school, Joel, went to great lengths to keep it a secret from me for three years that he does it.

Anyway. Here's the conversation.Collapse )

I can't believe he called me dumb. The rest of it I can deal with. But I can't believe he called me dumb. I know no one actually thinks that they're dumb, but I know I'm smart. I was in the gifted program in school, and I took a couple of honors classes before I got lazy and decided that the regular classes were less work. That's my problem right there, is that I'm lazy and I don't like to put forth tons and tons of effort for school. The way I see it: in an honors class, I could bust my butt and get an A; or in a regular class, I could do a comfortable amount of work and still get an A. The A looks exactly the same either way, and it's worth the same amount in my GPA. And it's actually more likely that I'll get a lower grade in the honors class. What's the point of working my ass off for a B or C which will only hurt my GPA?

In the conversation, I told him that it would have been nice to be friends with him, but after he said those things to me, I don't think I want to be his friend ever again. It really hurt me. I haven't cried, but that might change in a little bit. I had no idea he was capable of being so cruel.

The worst part is that we have class together on Tuesday and Thursday mornings. And it's not in a big lecture hall; it's a tiny little classroom even smaller than the ones in high school. There's maybe fifteen people in that class. But there's no way I'm going to drop out of the class. That would just mean he won.

Okay up until this point I've remained really calm and collected and now I really just want to swear and bang on the keyboard, so I'm gonna do that now.


I feel a little bit better now.

I hope Louis finds his perfect clone girlfriend. I hope he finds her and she finds him, and I hope that he falls hopelessly, irrevocably in love with her. I hope he feels that passion that I once felt for him, I hope he finds out what it feels like to need somebody. I hope she's intoxicating. I hope he can't get rid of his addiction. I hope she makes him feel high above the clouds, like he's flying, like all of his problems are insignificant. I hope he can't stop thinking about her no matter how hard he tries. And once she's got her claws sunken deep into his heart, I hope she leaves.

I hope she leaves him without warning and without remorse. I hope she detaches herself from him like he was nothing more than a passing fancy. I hope it kills him inside. He'll still wake up in the morning and go to sleep at night, he'll smile and say that nothing's wrong, but inside, his heart has stopped beating. I hope he discovers what it feels like to have nothing. I hope it haunts him for the rest of his life. I hope his existence becomes an empty one, devoid of meaning, devoid of happiness. I hope that all he becomes is an empty shell.

And I hope he dies alone.

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hal ketchum and shelby lynne [20 Jan 2007|03:20am]
[ mood | sleepy ]

If I never knew you
If I never felt this love
I would have no inkling of
How precious love can be

If I never held you
I would never have a clue
How at least I'd find in you
The missing part of me

In this world so full of fear
Full of rage and lies
I can see the truth so clear
In your eyes
So dry your eyes

I'm so grateful to you
I'd have lived my whole life through
Lost forever
If I never knew you

If I never knew you
I'd be safe but half as real
Never knowing I could feel
A love so strong and true

I'm so grateful to you
I'd have lived my whole life through
Lost forever
If I never knew you

I thought our love would be so beautiful
Somehow we'd make the whole world bright
I never thought that fear and hate could be so strong
All they'd leave us were these whispers in the night
But still my heart is saying we were right

If I never knew you
If I never knew this love
I would have no inkling of
How precious life can be

And I thought our love would be so beautiful
Somehow we'd make the whole world bright
I thought your love would be so beautiful
We'd change the darkness into light
But still my heart is saying we were right

And if I never knew you
I'd have lived my whole life through
Empty as the sky
Never knowing why
Lost forever
If I never knew you

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