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I am at amelia's
we saw stereophonics at the exit in
we got home around 20 min ago.
we have to go eat food now

I wonder what daniel is up to lately..

did you miss me

Oh the high school kids they're all fucked up
Touching each other, oh my god
Yeah and forty ounces was never enough
We want to pass out in your yard
We want to pass out
Dressing in drag your best friend's clothes
While boys kissed boys in hotel rooms
Oh and just when we thought we were no longer lost
They kicked us out into the dirty streets of Atlanta
So it's Friday night down on North Avenue
Where gas station parking lot prostitutes
Tried to fix their hair in our rearview mirrors
You know we're just trying to get to the club and shake our asses
A caravan of kids, some big old mess
On an old wooden dock, oh we're bored to death
We've got a bottle of wine, a fresh pack of smokes
We're going to end up screaming about some midnight garage sale
So god, put down your gun, can't you see we're dead?
God, put down your hand, we're not listening
Oh, the microphone cut off so we're screaming at the top of our lungs
You are born so fresh, a golden prize
Until you scrape that knee and quickly realize
That you're lost in a fog on your way to death
Oh a thick black line, a thick black line
So you better speak up, better raise that voice
Come on, scream loud all you girls and boys
Let's get wild, wild, wild, let's rejoice
Come on, come on
I want to hear that fucking noise
Oh the push and pull of everything
Oh this nightmare of electricity
We are the living dead, yeah the living dead
That's the way it is
That's the way it's always been
Oh that snake slithered past my house today
Oh I heard he caught you on a dark highway
No the clouds didn't part they just grew into a storm
I can still hear the sound of the rolling thunder (thunder!)
God, put down your gun, can't you see we're dead?
God, put down your hand, we're not listening
God, put down your gun, can't you see we're dead?
I said, god, put down your hand, we're not listening
Oh, we never were
I want to fuck it up
I want to fuck it up
I want to fuck it up
I want to fuck it up
I want to fuck it up
I want to fuck it up
I want to fuck it up
I want to fuck it up
And I feel so alive
And I feel so alive
And I feel so alive
And I feel so alive
And I feel so alive
And I feel so alive
And I feel so alive
And I feel so alive
And I feel
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my birthday presents are amazing,
i basically got over 100 dollars this week from my parents and grandparents.
from amelia I got a painting and 18 burned cds
from chris I got 2 movies, a journal, pens, and a tv dinner
from paige I got a smiths shirt and a ring
from daniel I am gonna get a painting
wow birthdays are fun

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so I can't do anything today- reason still unknown
or sunday- reason unknown
or monday- 4th of july, aka my birthday.
or tuesday- vacation
wednesday- vacation
thursday- vacation
friday- vacation

i think i might just die.

july 4th

Everyone has something to do right now.
Amelia is at target
chris went out to eat
I talked to daniel a lot today, but he is offline right now
paige is at her dads
so..
my birthday is monday, what are you gonna get me?

oh bad news. I have to go on vacation... next week