Where you can read the emo life of Stacy.

Monday, December 20, 2004

random update bitches!

shanked it from m*sak (there's one on my xanga, but it sucks.)

wanna be cool like me?
[Step 1] Get your playlist together, put it on random, and play!
[Step 2] Pick your favorite lines from the first 25 songs that play!
[Step 3] Post and let everyone you know guess what song the lines come from!
[Step 4] Cross out the songs when someone guesses correctly!
P.S:for participants, no cheating and pasting the lyrics into a search engine!




"Kiss with open eyes and she's not breathing back..."

"You don't really know why but you want a way to justify ripping someones head off"

"I'd like to clip your wings so you can't fly"

"It's thoughts like this that catch my troubled head when I am missing you to death"

"It said you surely know how to fuck but I gotta go"

"I'm dying to find some innocence tonight..."

"But clothing is the closest approximation to God and he only knows that drugs are all we know of love..."

"It won't be right if we're not in it together"

"It's a shame that we gotta spend our time being mad about the same things"

"It must of been some kind of kiss I should have walked away"

"The worst is over now and we can breathe again"

"Don't feel bad for me"

"She's been drinking and it doesn't get me anywhere"

"I can't believe that I'm not ashamed to be the person that I am today"

"I got the talk when I was younger and understood"

"Say it but I'm sure you knew you are what I look most forward to in coming back to where I've been"

"As we go thru traffic lights I watch them glimmer in her eyes"

"You are to my life what the sunshine is to the day"

"We will laugh away the night and the good times will never end"

"I saw the world spin beneith you and scatter like ice from the spoon"

"The best day of my life is all thanks to you"

"Tell me what you thought about when you were lost and so alone"

"Now you can't find what you've left behind"

"If I had my way, I'd never get over you"

"She grew up with the stars in the Hollywood Hills and the boulevard"

Tuesday, October 26, 2004

The world is full of douche-bags...

I just had no idea that most of them were my fucking friends.


Tell me I'm crazy, but seriously.


I was in the auditorium atrium this morning, as per usual, sitting with numerous amounts of people. I was telling Rachel a story about a guy who had his testicles chopped off and committed suicide after realizing he wasn't female, and she just kinda walked away. So I was like, what the fuck, I'm talking. And Brady was like, well, maybe you just tell really stupid stories that have no point. And I snapped. After that, I'd say something, anything, including to tell people that I liked their outfits, and no one would respond. So I sat with Sharpie because he loves me, and talked with him.

Marcus is a douche because he hasn't talked to me in over three weeks.

Chris is a douche because he signed off without telling me bye.

My mom is NOT a douche, because she is letting me go to a party AND a concert this weekend, AND is helping me make my kick-ass fairie costume.


Ben Taylor is NOT a douche, because he's helping me with my Sociology project in November by pretending to be my fake baby's daddy.

I hate crying.



Fuck you all, and if you care enough, you'll call and apologize for your douche-ee-ness. Douche.



This is exempt to all of my U-High Friends and co-workers, and Marion, and Shane and Ben Sharples and Ben Taylor.


Monday, September 27, 2004

Death to Alice Walker...

Oh wait...maybe she's already dead. Well, still, death to her, because she has made my life hellish for the past week. I really don't care to write an essay about her short story "Everyday Use", which was about QUILTS. I also didn't want to write one about "The Black Cat", "Charles", or "The Veldt". Whatever...

Anyways, I'm über pissed at Joe right now. In the past two weeks he has:
~Gotten into a fight
~Lied to me
~Lied to Kimii
~Lied to Shireen (our BOSS)
~Lied to the cops
~Pulled the "pity me" card whenever anyone called him on one of his lies.

He's so stupid. On a scale of 1-10 (10 being terrible), his lying to me was a 10, lying to Shireen was an 11, and to the COPS was A BILLION. That's freaking ILLEGAL. How dumb can you get?! I hope they catch him, and I hope he gets fired. Retard.

Well, I guess I'm gonna go before I get caught...I'm in the computer lab at school "working" on my essay.

By the way Kiri, my link to my xanga is www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=stacyb

<3
Stacy

Wednesday, September 15, 2004

*growls and glowers*

FUCK YOU ALL and your "HAVING FOOD" and "EATING IT TOO".



i want macaroni....*cries* someone give me macaroni....*cries some more*....macaroni? *looks in garage* no macaroni *cries some more*

AGAIN FUCK YOU ALL WITH YOUR "HAVING FOOD" AND "EATING IT TOO".

ALSO, FUCK THE WHOLE "WANTING TO GO TO HOMECOMING WITH SOMEONE TOTALLY NOT EXPECTED" *AKA (don't kill me kiri) DAVID LAMMERS*

Thursday, September 02, 2004

Two Days of Updates

TODAY:
AHHHHHHH! I HATE MY BROTHER SOOOO MUCH. All he does is bitch about me. Okay, so I simply asked him to remove himself from the computer, which he'd been on since I left for work, and he all flipped out on me, and then my mom came and they fought, and he finally got off, after which he came up to me and said "And for your approval, the only fucking working computer on the planet", and then he stomped upstairs and now I can hear him bitching about how I'm the favorite and he's a bad kid and blahdeblahblahblah, and how I"m such a bitch and I lie and I should just be shot and pushed off a cliff...grr. I'm gonna go cry now. Asshole. Fucking ingrateful bastard.

I hate living in my house, because this is what happens every fucking day. And my parents wonder why I'm so goddamn depressed.


AUGUST 31ST
Grr. This so totally sucks. While we used to fight occasionally....it's turned into every fucking time we see eachother, we're fighting. I don't know...he's just turned into such an arrogant bastard, and I can't stand it. I wish I had my old brother back...the one who would sit in my room with me and play Barbies or make up stupid games to play, or just hug me when I would cry and tell me I was so much better than what people said. Now all I have is this angry, dark guy who yells at me, and tells me the things I like are stupid. I can't take it much longer. It's gotten to the point where I'll tell him how I feel...and dinner turns into a yelling match. And as weird as it sounds...I want my brother back, not this shell that looks like him.

I still need a Homecoming Date. Not really all that important...just something I'd like to experience...you know, a REAL date...where he buys dinner, and treats me well, holds the door open for me.Whatever.

Concentrating on getting over what my dad fondly calls "Illinois Syndrome". Basically, as the seasons change, I get stuffed up and I sneeze a lot. It sucks.

Sarah Jane cracked my back today. It felt really good, but it still twinges in my chest and upper back when I turn right.

I'm applying at Chuck E. Cheese tomorrow. Well, getting an application. I'll go in for open interviews in two weeks, since I have some sort of appointment after school next Tuesday.

I guess that's it for now.


<3

Monday, August 30, 2004

Grr....emo

You promised me starry night skies
They just remind me of your shining bright eyes
I'm missing your voice at night-time
This seperation seems a sad crime
But don't you forget about me
You are so sweet
I know that if you were here
Things would be more magical
If I were there
Right now would be more radical
You're so not near
I'm wishing I could place a call
And feel closer to you...
Say that you're into me
Let me know how it will be
If you don't know DON'T SAY SO
Wait til the perfect time
Think of all the perfect lines
Make sure that I let you know...
~"Call and Return" hellogoodbye

Saturday, August 28, 2004

WTF!!!!

Too many damn popups, biznooch. So yesterday turned into the worst day ever. I found out Joe's going to homecoming with my good friend Sarah Hernandez. While I still have yet to meet my potential homecoming date. Fuck it. Boys are a pain in my ass, and I'm done with them.











For today at least. Joe's like crack. I don't know if I'll be able to quit. I might need a 12-step program.








And while it seems like I'm joking...I'm not.