"Motorcycle Accident"

By Duane Hanson

I Am Explaining The Circumstances Of My Grounding And Then:

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boscoseveN: is this the kid you called earth boy?

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.....WHAM! ...........BANG!

Owww. Don't make me cry. I wasn't thinking about it at all. . .
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Tee-Oh-Em...

You know the day that comes after today? There are no "a"s in that word! All the vowels are "o"s!

Okay?

Geez, why is that so hard to remember?

Crystal And I Plan Our Futures

CrystalLite176: how 'bout you and me just move down on elliston place and just be groupies for every band that plays ... just go to shows and work at the little guitar store right there
Closer To Regret: We don't know anything about guitars. =(
CrystalLite176: ummm
CrystalLite176: it's called Rock Block Guitars, tho!
Closer To Regret: =)
CrystalLite176: and thats where i saw jonathon hawk nelson
CrystalLite176: ok, so we could work at .... the book store?
CrystalLite176: Oh the flying tomato pizza place!!!!!!!
Closer To Regret: Flying Tomato? I'll take the bookstore.
CrystalLite176: it's like antique books
CrystalLite176: you have to be SILENT or the lady yells
Closer To Regret: Nevermind.
Closer To Regret: I don't wanna be a pizza girl tho!
CrystalLite176: me neither
CrystalLite176: we could.....OH there is a old school soda fountain/diner-y place
Closer To Regret: Soda fountain sounds......like something I don't want to be doing for the rest of my life.
CrystalLite176: or we could be bartenders at The End or The Exit/In
Closer To Regret: Crystal, I'm 17.
CrystalLite176: oh yeah
CrystalLite176: or we could wait tables at this place called the gold rush
CrystalLite176: that's about the only options on the rock block
CrystalLite176: OH!!!!!!!!1
CrystalLite176: the french restaurant called Le Peep!
CrystalLite176: HAHAHAHA!!!!
Closer To Regret: What?!?!
Closer To Regret: Is it really called that?
CrystalLite176: it's called Le Peep!
CrystalLite176: for real!
CrystalLite176: we always laught!
Closer To Regret: heeheehee.....That's great.
Closer To Regret: But......waitressing?
Closer To Regret: =/
CrystalLite176: thumbs ....... down!
Closer To Regret: Yeah.
Closer To Regret: Hmm.
Closer To Regret: Maybe we should just get a van and go to California.
CrystalLite176: ok
CrystalLite176: sounds better than being a flying tomato pizza waitress
Closer To Regret: =D
Closer To Regret: Yeah, it does.
Closer To Regret: That takes money though.
Closer To Regret: Darn. The everlasting problem.
CrystalLite176: stupid dinero
Closer To Regret: ::nods sadly::

A couple minutes pass. . .

Closer To Regret: So.
Closer To Regret: Where does that leave us?
CrystalLite176: umm...somewhere between elliston place and downtown san fran.
Closer To Regret: =D
CrystalLite176: i guess that's about......nebraska
CrystalLite176: or oklaholma

Guess What?

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I can be pretty sometimes.

Here Are My Hands

I don't know what to say.

I'm so unprotected here. Like my guts are all lying out on the table for your sticks and metal rods to poke into.

So. . . I'm a sucker for--. . . I hate the way I want your arms to bend at the elbow, like so--. . . I'm going to the doctor's, later today.

We'll see what the diagnosis is.

Today is January 21st, two-thousand-and-six.

I am graduating in 131 days.

I couldn't care less.

I am moving out in 132 days.

Yessssss.

Looks Like Letter M, Smells Like Letter M... But Does It TASTE Like Letter M?

Ice-Cold Coffee Drink! MMNUAM mmnuam mmnuam mmnuam mmnuam!!!!! *that was the Cookie Monster sound*

Quote (Sorta) Of The Day: "Hey, it's that white trash girl that I look like! Wait- she's Korean? I thought she was white trash."

You know what I don't like? Teenagers who put their GPA in their Xanga profile. It's like, how much lame-r can you get? (Like saying "lamer" isn't.......well, lame.)

Point being, ladies and gentlemen, that I have nothing to say. Looks like I already broke my promise from the last post. Looks like I pretty much suck at everything.

~|~|~*j*E*f*F*e*R*s*O*n* *A*i*R*p*L*a*N*e*!!!!*~***

On top of everything, my EAR IS SQUEAKING!

Yes, you heard me. Squeaking. Don't ask. It has something to do with me holding my nose and attempting to blow air through it, but it's really not a very good story.

So I spared you.

After that she went crazy.
I don't like the way you've been making me feel since the end of October.
And now I'm all slashed up.
And if tomorrow I'm listless with dirty black eyes, don't think it's because of you.
Because honestly, it's not. I'm not trying to say anything. It's just not.
Oatmeal tastes better when you're sleepy and chocolate doesn't heal wounds.
A walking, talking biohazard!!!!
No no no no no.
::sigh::
I'm BORED.
1:25 AM
Uf, save me from school tomorrow.
A thoroughly unproductive weekend, I have nothing done.

Woohoo! I am tired. Sleepy-wise. That's why I am acting like this. That also accounts for the funny title.

Goodnight. I'm shutting up now, I promise. No more useless rambling posts where I say essentially nothing.

The You-Won't-Think-It's-Funny-But-I'm-Telling-You-Anyway Quote Of The Day

Condensed for your convenience.

Shano1324: im freaking starving
Closer To Regret: You could always eat Crispy Hexagons. =P ('Crispix' knock-off cereal I found at their house a couple weeks ago.)
Shano1324: lol very true
Shano1324: why would they buy that?
Shano1324: i dont understand my parents sometimes

heehee, I love it! Crispy Hexagons. What a great name.

Not Dead!

But certainly not feeling very alive right now.

January 1979 Saw A Terrible Crash

Here's letting you know that I might be dead in four-and-a-half hours.

Why is it empty when I need you/him?/them the most?

My hair feels messy and I can't work anymore. I don't want to be here but I can't stand that house. Europe sounds good. Wine and fresh bread and food with weird sauces, right Sam? But you don't know me, you don't know me. And you'll never, I'll never, I'll be this way forever.

25 feet in front of me she is perfect and boring.

//My fingers click idly. I find this boy I know and ask him to come over. I tell him I can't be alone. . . agrees and scurries. . . We eat. . . I rub my nose. . . Such a marvelous. . . I want to cry. . . These. . . will have to do. (12,13) //

//. . . always the clean one. My digital clock ticks. I am left alone in my empty. . . bed. . . her mother walking in on her when she was having sex. . . drown me in a spoonful of water. . . I have no chance. . . a poem in black ink. (14,15) //

I want to make art. I want to make art so bad. Please, can't I be beautiful?

Without You

We draw demons today.

Even the goth girl is make-up-less and earthy.

Identity Crisis Averted

I finally found my place in life!

I am a misanthrope!

Oh

I was going to mention this yesterday, but wound up not getting on the Internet.

Porcelain Lips has cut his hair.

::sobs::