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Created on 2001-05-16 13:47:30 (#137041), last updated 2004-10-11
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Basic Info| Name: | i.am.not.your.senorita |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 10-11 |
| Location: | Sterling Heights, Michigan, United States |
| Website: | *public journal* |
BioI took a quiz but accidentally took it out. Lost the address. My results said "You are a small purple paramecium. Amoebas suck."
i took your nights
you took my star
one i wished on last year
tell it to the sky
for no one
so you fucked all
all that we had
Now anyways... for a bio what do I say? I mean sure I could babble but who would be interested... I do enough of that anyway. Well lets see. Me. In how many words? Lets say ten.
childish, immature, semi-intelligent, empty, numb, torn, indecisive, following, pretender, bitch.
Well that's somewhat me. I could elaborate. For instance:
able to pretend, confused, missing you, missing me, missing the person i thought that that person was.
you took my star
one i wished on last year
tell it to the sky
for no one
so you fucked all
all that we had
-Tracy Bonham
Now anyways... for a bio what do I say? I mean sure I could babble but who would be interested... I do enough of that anyway. Well lets see. Me. In how many words? Lets say ten.
childish, immature, semi-intelligent, empty, numb, torn, indecisive, following, pretender, bitch.
Well that's somewhat me. I could elaborate. For instance:
able to pretend, confused, missing you, missing me, missing the person i thought that that person was.
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<small>I took a quiz but accidentally took it out. Lost the address. My results said <font color="purple">"You are a small purple paramecium. Amoebas suck."</font>
<center><font color="#FF9999">i took your nights
you took my star
one i wished on last year
tell it to the sky
for no one
so you fucked all
all that we had
<blockquote>-Tracy Bonham</blockquote>
</center></font>
Now anyways... for a bio what do I say? I mean sure I could babble but who would be interested... I do enough of that anyway. Well lets see. Me. In how many words? Lets say ten.
<font color="gray">childish, immature, semi-intelligent, empty, numb, torn, indecisive, following, pretender, bitch.</font>
Well that's somewhat me. I could elaborate. For instance:
<font color="gray">able to pretend, confused, missing you, missing me, missing the person i thought that that person was.</font>
<center><font color "maroon">
And I don't know why I can't tell my sister,
He spat in my face again, and I don't want to die here.
You know that dream when your feet won't move,
you want to come but his body won't let you.
He steals it from me, He steals it from me.
It shines like sweat, like jewels,
Like something that has died too soon.
He fucks with a beauty.
A kiss, a kick, a kiss, a kick, a kiss kiss kick.
He steals it from me.
It's out of my hands again.
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you<blockquote>-Heather Nova</blockquote></font></center>
I don't know where I'm going with this. Do you? I didn't think so. I don't think most people know where I'm going with this. If I'm going anywhere at all, that is.
I'm scared of rejection and afraid of success.
one <i><font color="orange">warm</font></i> body is as good as another if you have your eyes closed and are pretending. I'm good at that. Pretending. I do it all the time. Crack a smile, fake a laugh. Everyday.
<center><font color="#CC0099">
It's a death in our love that has brought us here
It's a birth that has changed our lives
It's a place that I hope we'll be leaving soon
And I fear for the year in his eyes
And it goes around in circles: one night is lovely, the next is brutal
And you and I are in way over our heads with this one, it's hard
To admit it, but you hold me and I can't feel you
We hurt but we smile
I promise I'll make it back when the summer has warmed me awhile<blockquote>-Liz Phair</blockquote></center></font>
My journal tends to be mostly friends only. Add me. I'll probably add you. I'm always looking for someone new to dump my misery on.
I'm intelligent. I daresay. Rather, I'm just good at pretending [oh look theres that word again] that I am. And mostly everyone believes it. Which forces me to keep that up and not tell people that I just wish I was a normal teenager. Now that would be a good life. But no. I was actually cursed with a brain. dammit.
<font color="#00CCCC"><center>And she is your holy Mary
And I am so ordinary
And she is your Queen Cleopatra
And I'm just your morning after
And she is your Star Spangled Banner
And I am just Frere Jaque
And you can lose me if you want to <blockquote>-Paula Cole</blockquote></center></font>
headed for the anywhere.
anywhere meaning your backyard. be afraid. be very afraid. deal with my stupid problems and my fake teenage angst. i wish it was.
i enjoy music that actually means something. yes.
<center><a href="http://www.d0rkgirl.com/clique" target="_blank" onmouseover="window.status='dork.';return true" onmouseout="window.status='' ;return true"><img src="http://www.d0rkgirl.com/clique/button2.gif" alt="i'm a dork." border=0></a></center>
I go to MST.
<center><font color="#3399CC">
I die everytime you walk by
I can't hide that I'm drawn to you
Desire is such a wicked little high
when the one you want is blind to you <blockquote>-Bird York</blockquote>
</center></font>
i have nice friends.
i'm average.
nothing really special here.
i excel in no areas.
<I>I enjoy pina coladas and walks in the rain...</i>
+I tend to let things get a little too personal a little too quickly...+
<font color="red">
<center>
I watch the tv, realizing you're for me
And i watch my skin, watch my skin crawlin'
When i'm thinking of him
He's everything but beautiful<blockquote>-Holly McNarland</blockquote></center></font>
You'll have to excuse me for being me.
Otherwise, all bets are off.
<font color="#FF66CC"> And we know I love betting on things I really shouldn't bet on.</font>
</small>
<center><font color="#FF9999">i took your nights
you took my star
one i wished on last year
tell it to the sky
for no one
so you fucked all
all that we had
<blockquote>-Tracy Bonham</blockquote>
</center></font>
Now anyways... for a bio what do I say? I mean sure I could babble but who would be interested... I do enough of that anyway. Well lets see. Me. In how many words? Lets say ten.
<font color="gray">childish, immature, semi-intelligent, empty, numb, torn, indecisive, following, pretender, bitch.</font>
Well that's somewhat me. I could elaborate. For instance:
<font color="gray">able to pretend, confused, missing you, missing me, missing the person i thought that that person was.</font>
<center><font color "maroon">
And I don't know why I can't tell my sister,
He spat in my face again, and I don't want to die here.
You know that dream when your feet won't move,
you want to come but his body won't let you.
He steals it from me, He steals it from me.
It shines like sweat, like jewels,
Like something that has died too soon.
He fucks with a beauty.
A kiss, a kick, a kiss, a kick, a kiss kiss kick.
He steals it from me.
It's out of my hands again.
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you<blockquote>-Heather Nova</blockquote></font></center>
I don't know where I'm going with this. Do you? I didn't think so. I don't think most people know where I'm going with this. If I'm going anywhere at all, that is.
I'm scared of rejection and afraid of success.
one <i><font color="orange">warm</font></i> body is as good as another if you have your eyes closed and are pretending. I'm good at that. Pretending. I do it all the time. Crack a smile, fake a laugh. Everyday.
<center><font color="#CC0099">
It's a death in our love that has brought us here
It's a birth that has changed our lives
It's a place that I hope we'll be leaving soon
And I fear for the year in his eyes
And it goes around in circles: one night is lovely, the next is brutal
And you and I are in way over our heads with this one, it's hard
To admit it, but you hold me and I can't feel you
We hurt but we smile
I promise I'll make it back when the summer has warmed me awhile<blockquote>-Liz Phair</blockquote></center></font>
My journal tends to be mostly friends only. Add me. I'll probably add you. I'm always looking for someone new to dump my misery on.
I'm intelligent. I daresay. Rather, I'm just good at pretending [oh look theres that word again] that I am. And mostly everyone believes it. Which forces me to keep that up and not tell people that I just wish I was a normal teenager. Now that would be a good life. But no. I was actually cursed with a brain. dammit.
<font color="#00CCCC"><center>And she is your holy Mary
And I am so ordinary
And she is your Queen Cleopatra
And I'm just your morning after
And she is your Star Spangled Banner
And I am just Frere Jaque
And you can lose me if you want to <blockquote>-Paula Cole</blockquote></center></font>
headed for the anywhere.
anywhere meaning your backyard. be afraid. be very afraid. deal with my stupid problems and my fake teenage angst. i wish it was.
i enjoy music that actually means something. yes.
<center><a href="http://www.d0rkgirl.com/clique" target="_blank" onmouseover="window.status='dork.';return true" onmouseout="window.status='' ;return true"><img src="http://www.d0rkgirl.com/clique/button2.gif" alt="i'm a dork." border=0></a></center>
I go to MST.
<center><font color="#3399CC">
I die everytime you walk by
I can't hide that I'm drawn to you
Desire is such a wicked little high
when the one you want is blind to you <blockquote>-Bird York</blockquote>
</center></font>
i have nice friends.
i'm average.
nothing really special here.
i excel in no areas.
<I>I enjoy pina coladas and walks in the rain...</i>
+I tend to let things get a little too personal a little too quickly...+
<font color="red">
<center>
I watch the tv, realizing you're for me
And i watch my skin, watch my skin crawlin'
When i'm thinking of him
He's everything but beautiful<blockquote>-Holly McNarland</blockquote></center></font>
You'll have to excuse me for being me.
Otherwise, all bets are off.
<font color="#FF66CC"> And we know I love betting on things I really shouldn't bet on.</font>
</small>
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