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[01 Sep 2003|02:43am] |
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sighs tapping her fingers on the desk flipping through the channels finding nothing to watch. Boots up her computer loading her journal client.
I'm super mega out of my mind bored. Anyone wanna do anything?
clicks update going back to her tv watching waiting for replies.
[anyone wanna be super nice and make me an i.d. card?]
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[27 Aug 2003|05:10pm] |
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Hilary Duff-Come Clean |
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walks into her room throwing her bag on the floor dancing around with her headphones on. starts up the computer pulling her journal up sitting her walkman on the table beside the keyboard.
I went out today and got Hilary Duff's new CD, yes it rocks! It just makes me feel all happy and stuff. Even though she wrote none of the music I would still like to know who did. It's well done. Today went through another day of useless classes. School is such a drag. This weekend I was working on one of my new songs that I think needs some bass in it. Maybe I should take up bass too. Humm.. oh well. I miss my piano, thats the one thing I regret about having to come here. No piano. frowns Maybe I could find the music department around here and go in and play when there are no classes? I dunno, not to smart on all the rules yet.
not thinking of anything else to say, clicks the update button putting an away message up. Lays on her bed listening to her CD again.
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[19 Aug 2003|06:03pm] |
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Something Corporate-Konstantine |
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debates if she should update or not wondering around the room. Thinks of something to say sitting down at the computer waiting for it to load. Taps her fingers on the desk, opening her journal
My name is Keely Mae Enders and I'm from New Jersey. I'm 17, in the 12th grade. It was my mother's choice to send me off to school. I hated her for it but then realized the good it would do me. I have no friends and no one can ever seem to call me by my name, so its not like I was leaving anything. I should call my mother and thank her. I grew up with my mother, my father I'm not very sure where he is. I've heard he's dead, living on the streets, some big corporate leader. I don't really know, no one will ever tell me the story. From the way I understand it I was a 'mistake' and I can't help but feel that way sometimes. I come off as the shy sweet little anti social girl who hasn't got a clue what's going on in the world. And that may be right. But who am I to say? I don't feel like typing anymore so I'm going to sleep.
yawns reading over what she has just written. Happy with it, clicks the update button. Shuts off the computer, doesn't bother to change. Wraps herself in her blanket going to sleep.
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