September 2009
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There needs to be more after 9pm Atomicing in my life. I keep spontaneously laughing at random memories from last night/this morning.
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shoes.
I need to start takig more pictures of everything: my ‘09 folder on my computer is… well, practically empty. haha.
I shall start tonight. :D
http://imaletyoufinish.com/ →
epic toast?
DEAR ASHLEY
^____^
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Let the jealousy begin. HAHAHA
remembering Saturday pt1
According to Patrick Stump, (after I asked him to actually write ‘Evie’) his next door neighbor’s name is Evie.
I’m highly convinced it’s not spelt the same way, but that still made me feel like that somehow, I now kind of know somebody else in the world named Evie. And it’s pronounced that way too. {ehh-vee}.
Ok, my Evie mini-rant is over.
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saturdayyyyyyyyy
chas: will you take a picture with my girlfriend
me: ah, the perks of dating an Atomic employee
joe trohman: see, dating a nerd is ok!
me: oh it's awesome
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My first born’s first Halloween costume has already been decided: a zombie.
Unlike most people, I can actually tell when somebody is being sarcastic, is dissapointed or upset and pissed off in a text message or email. I guess I know it all too well.
It makes so much more sense not to live life on a timeline. I have spent the last two weeks in absolute ecstacy, falling in love with somebody that has the power to make my smile larger than it’s ever been before. I’m just thankful that I was patient for 17 years of my life, because now, everything is perfect. I have two “sisters”, a “brother” and a...
Confession Two:
orangejuiceandnovocaine:
I wish I was pale. Porcelain pale.
Well then, let’s switch. XD Cuz I don’t.
“The hospital was too bright for my liking and the nurse at the front desk had...”
– An excerpt from “23”, an essay by me.
bold the true
orangejuiceandnovocaine:
thosetiredeyes:
molliesfairywings:khallelalaine:shakingtambourine:
I‘ve never watched Titanic. I’ve never read Pride and Prejudice. I’ve never been drunk. I’ve never played Laser Tag. I’ve never skipped in a public place. I’ve never sung at an inappropriate moment. I’ve never cried over a movie. I’ve never cried reading a book. I’ve never cried while watching a TV...
“You know, you don’t have to tell each other you love each other to be in...”
– moo (didn’t post the first time for me)
I asked my mother about a tattoo and she said it depended on what I got. Then I told her what if I listened to Keelan and got House’s cane on my forearm, in which she epically high fived me, then said no.
I think she secretly agrees with Keelan.
it’s good having somebody good for a change.
23
There is always a shrill, ear splitting beep that rings out in my head every time I think about my grandpa. It’s ironic; I never even heard the sound that signified his death, and yet, that is exactly what fills the corners of my mind. I assume that when you visualize a person dying in a hospital, the all-to-familiar mechanical cry comes to mind. No matter how hard I try and shake the...
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