compie's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- and im never real, its just a sketch of me hey everyone. not too many people..if any..but hello. aaah...im shaking..brandon was just on. i got the balls to im him. all he said was that he was at the library and to not tell amanda he was on..and i was going to tell him how i really like this piece that hes doing near the music tech room..but then he left..sigh. im such a loser. "but do you know we're in high demand? us, people who suffer..cause we dont take to arguing..and we're quick to surrender." sara got me the new bright eyes cd, lifted. just cause ive helped her out a couple times with english hw and stuff. haha. shes so awesome. Ahh, no tennis today. im pretty happy about that. I was actually better the first practice outside then i am now. i hit a couple great forehands..and now i just suck..i got to play with all the better kids, but last practice i was even below amanda holtzner..ergh. that sucked. see, i dig myself in these holes..im okay..until i fuck something up, and my whole morale is easily defeated, and then i just start sucking more and more..and then suddenly i feel so bad i dont care..and then i do okay again. haha..i really do need to get over that whole thing..i need to relax..rellaxx. cant relax. Well anyways..im kinda sad jeremy isnt playing this year..mr jett gave him shit cause he couple show up for the practices cause of band and the play and stuff..but yeah. mr jett is a little bit of a prick. thats another good reason that theres no tennis today. well brandons back on. and i told him that i really like that drawing hes doing, but he hasnt said anything..he probably doesnt care. "if it hurts too bad, then well just wait for it to pass, and i will keep you company, for those days so long and black..and well keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve, of love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole..but if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall, then i think we'd see the beauty then, we'd stand staring in awe...at our still lives posed, like a bowl of oranges, like a story told, by the fault lines of the soil" god. i love this cd. i want to shoot myself in the head. 4:05 p.m. - 2003-03-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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