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Sunday, September 21st, 2003
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i have a new live journal.
it is cleverly called..
brianiac
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Thursday, September 18th, 2003
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i am looking forward to this weekend; it should be spectacular. if everything works out according to plan that is.
i am sorry.
SORRY THAT GIRLS ARE SO CAPRICIOUS!
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Tuesday, September 16th, 2003
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so i was asked today to join my soccer team again, they need me. i already knew that. but do i really have the time right now, time to devote entire weekends to soccer, and nothing else?
i need input. everybody says i should just play, but i am afraid i will have no time left to be a teenager, because it will be consumed with school and soccer.
i do love soccer, oh how i miss it so.
i love my friends.
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Monday, September 15th, 2003
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oh the girl drama, it is funny in its own way, because guys would never do this. oh man, looks like its just you and me natasha.
on another note, if you have the chance to take IB/AP English, don't.
thats all.
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Sunday, September 14th, 2003
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i tried saying goodbye to digital, but he shocked me. hes going back to ultimate electronics, where he belongs.
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Saturday, September 13th, 2003
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uhm. so. well. ok. i am happy.
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Thursday, September 11th, 2003
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sights now changing. light now leaving, but i see a new one, it is fairly dim though. i dont like white lights, they bother my nose. white is pure, but it is not pure at all.
i like the lights that are always there, the lights that dont dim when you need to read.
you see? no? think about it.
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Tuesday, September 9th, 2003
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| Subject: | ny |
| Time: | 8:37 pm. |
| Mood: | poopoochoochoo. | | Music: | bright eyes. |
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so my trip was beautiful. i stayed on the richest lake in america, with the high rollers. mmmmm. so many billionairs, and i even met one.
but anyway, i stayed at this place that was built in 1892 and there was no heat, so i learned to start a fire. but before learning how to start a fire one must gather wood, so i did just that. i found a dead tree and chopped it up into pieces. boy was it fun, i could only handle it for a week or so, then i would get tired of it because there is no phone reception. damn t-mobile. anyway.
i went swimming in a lake for the first time(yes i am a loser)and then i talked to my cousin from jersey, i told him how everybody thinks NJ is the best place in the world. and he was like, what the fuck, it sucks. so take that you midtown/saves the day fans. and my other cousin got a 1600 on the SAT's and she is going to yale, i think i am jealous.
i didnt get to talk to my opa very much because his accent is so strong you cant hardly carry a conversation with the great man, when ever i do understand what he says, it always makes me laugh, i love my opa, he had triple heart bypass surgery and i probably wont see him again. that made me sad. but the rest of my family is boring as usual, with their intermitent spurts of dutch conversing. just out of nowhere they will change a conversation from english to dutch, and i just sit there and listen, trying to catch the little that i know.
gahr what a boring entry, i am bored, when really i am busy. this week will blow,suck,blow,suck,blow,suck,andblow.
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Monday, September 8th, 2003
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i am back and in good form, so far anyway. i missed all of you. and will do my best to see you before weeks end. i am a hard working boy after all.
i am sorry rocky racoon, maybe next time daniel wont be so hot, and you will draw first.
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Wednesday, September 3rd, 2003
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well. im off to the dutch family reunion tomorrow in upstate New York, in a mansion. mmm.
i have given all my goodbyes, adieus, and farewells.
i am anxious to get on that plane, for more than one reason.
this trip should be nice.
♥
oh yeah no digital camera, but if you want to see it badly enough, you can come over and watch the footage that i get.
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Tuesday, September 2nd, 2003
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why does brian always get off task when he writes essays? because essays suck. especially when they are compare contrast about two poems you could care less about. GAHR.
slackers unite tomorrow!
no really. i will see you tomorrow.
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met good person today.
talk to that girl the way it was before, which is nice. she is nice.
i cant wait for NY, i will miss a fair amount of people, you know who you are.
i am in a good mood right now, and i like it, even though i have an essay to do, i just am still happy.
I AM SMART BECAUSE I AM IN COLLEGE LEVEL CLASSES, SO BEAT THAT MOFO'S!
english is getting harder. and harder. and harder.
one more day and then im going. i need to see people, but i just dont know if im going to get to see them all.
pic ♥
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Monday, September 1st, 2003
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my emotions constantly change, i hope i stay this was for the rest of the week, and on my vacation.
just incase anybody was wondering, my last entry was about not having anybody to talk to at the time. about everything.
and the guitar thing is because i am hardcore and dont pick up my guitar pics when i drop them mid-song, and i end up strumming with my fingers. it is my form of self-mutilation.
drag her towards the kitchen, hide the evidence...
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how dare you turn on me now. right when i need it most...
the person that knows me best isnt there for me anymore.
this scab on my thumb keeps opening. there is blood on my guitar strings.
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I love you Brian!
We went out this morning and he ordered a fruity breakfast. However, it was more cute than it was gay.
Love,
Chelsea
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Saturday, August 30th, 2003
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omg. i'm so tall.
omg. we're so speechless/embarrassed.
that was thursday. this is now.
oh yeah
i thought they were funny.
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the library is closed, godamnit.
today was my grandmas birthday, and the whole famn damily was there.
everybody asked how school was going,
so i told them, and i guess i taught them the characteristics of romanticism.
so they all look at me like i am a genius.
and then theres my cousin.
we play one on one football in the pool, and he kicks my ass,
but i did do that thing
where you jump over their shoulders and get a touchdown.
he is going to be the goalie for the pheonix coyotes.
ow ow owwoooo.
almost time for new york. ooo i can't wait.
opa's dry sense of humor kills me.
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Thursday, August 28th, 2003
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my intestines are lined with chocolate and peanut butter.
my stomach has evolved to the shape of a butterfly, and it is flap flap flapping it's wings.
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Wednesday, August 27th, 2003
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| Subject: | blurp |
| Time: | 6:02 pm. |
| Mood: | garfunkalaloin. | | Music: | no telefono. |
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today i brought my new camera to schoolio, and boy oh boy was i coolio. so was natasha!
dont kiss me while im eating!
that muffin cost me a whole goddamn dollar
i was going to take a picture of this girls horrible hairdu. but no, teacher teacher!
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Tuesday, August 26th, 2003
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