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[ written on
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06
08 @ 20;52pm ] |
so i fucked up my back.
it's really all my fault, i went way overboard on the 4th and wound up passing out in my bathroom up against the wall.... it didnt start to hurt until saturday night at work, and now sunday evening later i'm in agony. i cant stand up straight cant walk cant fucking PISS. so i have to wake up tomorrow, see how i feel, and if its not better or bearable i have to go to the dr, and worst case senario, hospital for an mri. i didnt do anything crazy so this fucking sucks. i cant take time off in the city either, i need the full 2000 stipend. fuck.
brigid- 0. life- 354645
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[ written on
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12
08 @ 06;21am ] |
i like interning in the city. i just don't know if i could do it the rest of my life. id have to live in the city, not commute.it's a fucking bitch to get up at 6 every fucking day and go to bed at 11 every fucking night.
i should probably be getting ready right now.
but 2 good stories...
1.....so i'm in my cubicle yesterday entering sean pauls shit into a data base to see which of his songs are unlicensed when all of a sudden an explosion goes off and the building shakes... so i jump up, myself and the other interns yelp, and some employees run over and they're like don't worry it's fine they're building a subway station down the block so they have to blow things up underground. GREAT. could have told us in the morning it was going to happen! i seriously thought we were going to die. i couldn't calm down for the next 2 hours, all i could think was "what the fuck would i do if it was a real explosion and i'd have to escape." then i decided i need an escape route. more on that later.
2.......we're allowed to play music in our cubicles, however 2 employees are in the cubicle next to me and theyre really fucking loud so i had my headphones on, few minutes later one of the other interns, matt, who is quite the tool taps me on the shoulder and says "hey, what are you listening to?" i guess first i should say, that the first day we had to sit with the interns and get to know each other for an hour. the first question he asked was who plays an instrument, then he started with himself then we went in a circle to answer and i was last. he tells us he "plays guitar, considers himself a guitar player, but it takes him a while to pick up on things, dabbles in piano but cant read music." so everyone says something along those lines and i'm the only one who ACTUALLY plays an instrument, can read music, and is NOT CREEPY. ANYWAY......................ah, yes, i'm the only female intern, i'm used to being the only female in pretty much all i do in life, SO, excellent. fuck.
anyway, continuing with the story.... so in response to his "what are you listening to" question, i said radiohead... he said "ah nice what album" the bends i said AND THEN........ he said "classy.." so i asked what his favorite radiohead album was and he named A NON RADIOHEAD ALBUM..................bAHAHA.. i didn't call him out on it i just made fun of him with the other intern that's not a tool who heard him say it. i probably should have called him out on it. what a twat.
3- so then later in the day he comes over and says "you're from LAWNNGGGG GUYYYYLANDDD... right?" and that pissed me off so much all i could do was say it CORRECTLY, and reply with "i don't know what that is but im from lonG (pause) Island" and he was shocked. i guess he was going to bash me for our accents and attitudes but i put him in his place. WHAT A TWAT AGAIN.
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[ written on
Aug
19
07 @ 21;22pm ] |
so this semester there will only be 6 people in studio. fabulous. Nottttttttt. i'm glad that i get along with the 5 other people really well, and that the people that were douchebags got weeded out....however, it would have been nice to get to know new people and/or more FEMALES. shit.
its almost monday which means its 6 days till potsdam. as usual these are the pros and cons of going back to school:
pros: veronica, mags, kathleen,the sisterhood, some other people, studio, more weed for cheap, canada, and parties every weekend (this summer seriously lacked parties, the 2 day party at my house was rated number 5 in wantagh.) and i guess maybe theres like 2 other pros.
cons: leaving steve, seeing him once or twice a month for a weekend, back to work, being away from my family and worryingabout them, getting a job as soon as i get back to potsdam, bass every day for atleast 3 hours because i really didnt do jack shit bass wise this summer, being so fucking far away, and then snow in like october. theres plenty more cons. oh yeah, showering with flip flops. but whatev.
i kind of, sort of, started packing today. really im just sorting out what clothes to keep home and what to bring, but it's depressing.
AT LEAST MY RINGTONE IS NOW SMILEY FACES BY GNARLS BARKLEY. it's a good song. download it.
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[ written on
Jul
29
07 @ 13;03pm ] |
rest in peace william glennon.
priscilla, my boss's father passed away. some of us will be attending the funeral. im not really sure how ill handle it, i mean i didnt even go out to syracuse for jeffs funeral because it was too close to my dads. i just hope priscillas okay. and this is another thing that will bring the bellmore playhouse family closer.
rest in peace jodi tilton.
i wasnt really sure where to put this, but i knew it was necessary somewhere. she wasnt a friend but someone i knew.one of wantaghs own, and was in my gym class in 9th grade when she was a senior. it just hurts to know some of my friends are hurting.
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[ written on
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20
07 @ 09;54am ] |
i got a puppy! it's a black lab and it's name is bailey.....i think. idk how i feel about naming a lab bailey, but the fam likes it.
pictures soon.
oh yeah and i hope it doesnt ever eat a family of birds like kathleens dog =(
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[ written on
Mar
19
07 @ 00;39am ] |
+passed my national exam
-i get along with 3 people in my pledge class
- i hate pretending like i like everyone. pretending to like people is not how i do things.
+i like all the sisters, and i just want to be initiated already
- not digging the chorale, hello, not everyone is a voice major. thanks.
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[ written on
Sep
27
06 @ 19;22pm ] |
so i just got back from alans falls with veronic aand jay.
its about 10 minutes out of potsdam, you park your car and then walk through a trail along side the water... water goes from calm, to cliff, then rapids, it's amazing. we walked to the bottom, where the waterfall fell into the basin and it was fucking otherworldly. i love moments and feelings like this where i feel infinite. like i own the world, and everything for a little while is good. everything falls to place, and things just make sense.
it was also the first time i felt like i was in the real woods. this wasnt twin lakes back home in wantagh, this wasnt like the woods at mount misery, this was some real shit, with real crazy animals.
so then we decided to walk through the water to gosee if we could sit under a rock under the waterfall. the current wwas really quick so we gave up half way through. good choice considering i cant swim.
smoked a lot of fine weed, and then i felt like i was apart of the earth. some trippy shit. fucking amazing. and if its nice this weekend im definitely going back.
i am in love with this life.
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[ written on
Sep
13
06 @ 09;00am ] |
veronica, kathleen and i are going to canada on saturday.
= OH SHIT MAYHEM.
more in-depth update soon.
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[ written on
Aug
20
06 @ 09;48am ] |
July 22nd, 2005, 1:00 am.
Setting: mount misery, underneath the bridge
Status: active, still in use
Three cars are lined up, parked underneath the bridge, with their lights off, but break lights on. Dead give away that they are newbie’s. We pull behind them and get out of the car, and start dancing under the bridge. This is a no-no, something not recommended if you know every single story, fact or fiction, to this road. Boys get out of their car; always need to fee superior even though they look terrified. Then, screeching tires, and SMASHES. One guy grabs a med kit from his trunk, and we start running towards the accident. People are screaming at this point. We stop, ears pointed towards the sky, listening for where they are. Two steps back and we realize it’s coming from on top of the bridge: the northern state parkway. So, we tread through the woods, no flashlight, up the hill to get on top of the bridge. I hold my breath. There’s a car taking up both lanes, three flat tires; two front, and the right back. It’s an infiniti G35. The front is smashed in, headlights gone, hood bent, grill in pieces, the back of the car smashed up as well. This isn’t what scares me though; it’s the smell of alcohol that has me wanting to throw up. It’s the tire marks that started in the right lane and ended up stopping at the divider in the left lane, at least fifteen feet in length. It’s the staggering driver who’s slurring his words, staring at his hands as if they don’t belong to his body that has me worried. I ask them to tell me what happened. It’s the girl who said she was sitting in the middle seat in the back, who tells me the story. They’re all fifteen years old, driver is sixteen. The story was that they were coming back from a party, doing 120 on the parkway, when the driver lost control and spun out, the front of his car slamming into the divider, which spun the car around, letting the back of the car slam into the divider, spinning the car around once more, which landed the car perpendicular in the middle of both lanes. Her story was that she had no other ride home, and her parents would kill her if they knew where she was, so she felt she had no other choice but to get in the car. It took all the strength I had not to punch the driver in the face. Then, the girl who was sitting in the seat behind the driver, with her skirt practically over her head, looks at the exit sign she’s sitting under, and screams, “Oh my god, do you guys know where we are? Mount Misery! Oh my god, the ghosts will get us!” This instantly puts all the others in frenzy, and I reassure them that this is the least of their worries. Then, flashing lights, sirens. The boys we met under the bridge told us to get out of there, because it was going to get ugly. We turned to hop the divider, and the girl who was sitting behind the driver said, “Watch out for the headless policeman that haunts mount misery!”
“Don’t worry,” I sigh, “I’ve seen it all.”
It was a silent ride back to our homes that night.
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[ written on
Aug
17
06 @ 23;08pm ] |
summers coming to an end.
all i want to say right now, pretty much a reminder to myself...
i need to be more involved this semester.
need to get my ass in gear and stop being so lazy.
to go to crane 2 times daily, atleast.
yep.
that's all for now, going to explore long island!
oh yeah, i miss mags.
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[ written on
Jul
28
06 @ 12;46pm ] |
i only feel otherworldly when i'm playing bass in an orchestra.
i wish i could feel this in other situations.
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[ written on
Jul
26
06 @ 03;16am ] |
SEVEN qualities you need in a partner.
1. Intelligence
2. Humour
3. Creativity
4. Reasoning
5. Love
6. Support
7. Spontaneous
* mags i kept all your answers.
SEVEN things that scare me:
1. the ocean, considering i can't swim.
2. walking into my house when it's pitch black
3. walking home alone at 3am
4. cats
5. heavy traffic when i'm driving
6. underestimating how much gas i have left in my car
7. the songs at the end of incubus's "science" album
SEVEN random songs of the moment.
1. signed sealed delivered- stevie wonder
2. black holes and revelations- muse
3. pachuca sunrise- minus the bear
4. goin' to california- led zeppelin
5. the spicy mchaggis jig- dropkick murphys
6. crazy- gnarls barkley
7. dont wait- dashboard confessional
SEVEN things i like the most.
1. beach
2. nice weather
3. sun
4. best friends > mags, mj, steve, vik, darlene, and po5
5. getting a call from dave, jeff, and weeks at 145am to come walk around town with them and bond.
6. exploring long island
7. food
*note- bass was not in this.
SEVEN important things in my bedroom.
1. stereo
2. clothes
3. bed
4. computer
5. tv
6. money
7. pictures
SEVEN random facts about me.
1. i love to read
2. i really like potsdam. it's an acquired taste.
3. i smoke a lot of pot
4. im going backpacking around europe next summer with mags and anna
5. i cant wait to go to california in october to see mags and meet anna
6. i like chocolate icecream, however vanillas refreshing from time to time
7. im excited about the future
SEVEN things I plan to do before I die.
1. TRAVEL TRAVEL TRAVEL
2. have my own business (recording studio/ bar slash venue place)
3. learn to swim
4. start a jam band
5. live in the city for a while, move out east where it's quieter.
6. get married, maybe have kids
7. stay married, not divorce
SEVEN things i say the most.
1. balls
2. whatev
3. true
4. savy?
5. yeah man
6. dude/ man
7. shit/fuck
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[ written on
Jul
17
06 @ 19;20pm ] |
(Click here to post your own answers for this meme.)
| ✓ I miss somebody right now. (mags mostly. and how my friends from home USED to be.) |
× I don't watch much TV these days. |
✓ I own lots of books. (i love to read and escape reality.) |
| × I wear glasses or contact lenses. |
× I love to play video games. |
✓ I've tried marijuana. (two to three times a week.) |
| ✓ I've watched porn movies. (oh dear.) |
× I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship. |
✓ I believe honesty is usually the best policy. |
| × I curse sometimes. (all the time.) |
✓ I have changed a lot mentally over the last year. (yeah, going away to school really helped.) |
× I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me. |
( it goes on... )
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[ written on
Jul
14
06 @ 00;53am ] |
shits better.
saw reel big fish, streetlight manifesto, mxpx wednesday night. helluva show. i have a lot of bruises from the pit, which was a lot more brutal than any other ska show ive ever been to, but it was good.
tonight i was supposed to go into the city to see ani difranco, but that didnt work out.
so instead me, jen, kel went down to the beach and saw kelly clarkson.
sunday i'm seeing dropkick murphys at mulcahys, this will be the first show, aside from the old knightsofcolumbus shows that i'll be able to walk to. i'm really pumped. dropkick murphys are playing two blocks away from my house. thank you long island.
27th is bloc party in asbury park.
28th is catch 22!!!!!!!, big d
august 3rd is muse!!!
then a bunch more for august.
but yeah, i feel more at home at these shows, its awesome.
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[ written on
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14
06 @ 17;41pm ] |
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this slowing down suites me.
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[ written on
Apr
25
06 @ 06;46am ] |
i'm so fucked.
20 days to juries or something and i dont have my solo down, kind of know my etude, and havent even started working on the scale package.
i wasnt able to practice this week because i've been sick with god knows what
week before i was home, practiced once up at the school.
ugh.
this week is a new week.
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[ written on
Mar
01
06 @ 12;16pm ] |
i want to go to six flags, and ride every roller coaster over and over until i throw up!
COME ON SUMMER!
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[ written on
Feb
26
06 @ 21;31pm ] |
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i've been listening to a lot of as tall as lions, copeland, and cursive lately.
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[ written on
Feb
26
06 @ 17;42pm ] |
i hope no bass players come to crane next fall.
11 is enough.
figure out who this post is directed to, and you get a dollar.
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[ written on
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12
06 @ 08;48am ] |
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things wont ever be the same.
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[ written on
Feb
07
06 @ 07;41am ] |
first off,
i keep telling everyone how much this place and people suck, and everyone keeps saying "either make it better or get out, youre supposed to enjoy college." a ridiculous statement, maybe, but these next two vacations, im going to sit my parents down and talk to them about transferring.
secondly,
the picture. mind you its 7:42 am, i went to bed at 830 PM, with an intermission at 2:30-3am.
around my neck recently ive been wearing THE frog, and a hemp necklace with three beads on it, BOTH of which have sentimental value.
frog---east meadow; got it out of a 50 cent machine, laura and darlene were there, that was when we stopped going home after school and just drove around aimlessly, because it was senior year for us, and sophomore year for laura, but we got her home by dinner time. frog=freedom and youth and HAPPINESS. remember the days? i sure as hell do.
hemp--- senior year, once again, november, me brian ryan and danielle were driving around kings park, pilgrim state, all of the "scary" places on long island, and danielle was sitting in the front "Brig what color beads!" we got out of the car to go look around, didnt stray far from the car, and she continued making the necklace, cracking up while doing it saying "you boys are shitting yourselves and im making a necklace!" necklace= no fear.
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[ written on
Jan
05
06 @ 12;22pm ] |
8:39 am, barely awake, kidneys are about to explode.
walk down the hall, no toilet paper.
walk back down the hall, down the stairs, miss the last step, fall, just make it to the bathroom.
come out, sit down on couch.
ryan comes in, "bye brigid have a good day, i'll see you at 3:30."
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[ written on
Dec
19
05 @ 13;31pm ] |
UPDATEUPDATEUPDATE.
well this is the 4th time ive been home, but the other three times i had no time to just sit and chill, i was always on the go with friends and family until some strange hour of the morning.
so today i slept till 11, then watched tv until now (1:30), bonded with my mom.
it's weird noticing how i have two different mind sets; potsdam and long island.
it's also weird being 19 now, and for the first time since like 9th grade, noticing how much ive changed since i turned 18.
yeah.
last night was an "open house" at my house, if you will. i invited a lot of people over, but everyone either had finals to study for, projects to do, had to work, or are still at college, so there were only a few people. jackie a and chelsea came, i havent seen them since we went to kings park in august, i missed them a lot, and both have grown up and changed on me while i was gone. Elissa was there too, i havent seen her since july, so that was amazing.
casey and i are going to the city on wed. and we are pumped.
tomorrow i have to get my bass checked up on.
wed and thurs i have work 8am-1. to fill 200 popcorns and drinks for some school thats coming in. i love how gail thinks, "oh great! brigids home for a month! lets rape her and take advantage of her!" yeah i was never able to do backflips until i started working at the bellmore playhouse.
rhode island the 26th, checking out an abandoned amusement park called rocky point. me, darlene, vik, steve, casey.
HA, last night rob and i toilet papered kevins car, then we went to show jen vik cait and jon the backyard of the vampire house in massapequa, however while we were in their neighbors backyard, coincidently at that exact same time, the old man who lives there just so happened to look out his window, and jumped because he was shocked to see 6 people in his backyard, so it was a wild goose chase back to the van, where i drove without the lights on so he couldnt see our plates.
speaking of driving, since i live in potsdam now where theres no traffic whatsoever, being back on long island and driving everywhere since no one else wants to drive so i get nominated, i feel the pressure and the tension. i've also noticed our horrible, HORRIBLE accents. ugh, some people's are gross.
i'm glad i went away to college, it's nice living in bumblefuck where its not all about the hustle bustle, and no one knows your business..
i think i'm done rambling.
i'm bored, really bored.
now i guess ill go get dressed for the day and then twiddle my thumbs until people get out of school.
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[ written on
Dec
13
05 @ 17;55pm ] |
it was -17 degrees this morning when i had to walk to take my string lit final.
my nose hairs froze, weirdest feeling ever.
yeah, it's pretty much time to come home.
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[ written on
Dec
08
05 @ 11;28am ] |
LIFE IS GOOD.
im taking clarinet lessons.
ive noticed how much ive improved on bass since august
i have my jury on monday or tuesday (you have to memorize/play a scale package, etude, and a piece) however im still working on memorizing the scale package.
all im doing this weekend is studying for psych and string literature.
i have three finals next week: string lit, piano, and psych.
i come home in 8 days.
i go on a date in 9 days.
my birthdays in 10 days! <-- which is kind of depressing, my last TEEN year. the big 19.
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[ written on
Oct
26
05 @ 18;39pm ] |
it snowed here in potsdam last night.
this winters going to be bad.
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[ written on
Sep
03
05 @ 13;23pm ] |
AnotheRoundMusic: last night me and john did a brigidy thing
AnotheRoundMusic: his dorm room # is 126 and he wanted a route 126 sign off the side of a road...but the nearest one was in CT
AnotheRoundMusic: so we drove there and got it
moondancr20: for real
moondancr20: i look at rob
moondancr20: and i'm like i miss brigid
moondancr20: then i say
moondancr20: Do you find urself having no life b/c brigid is gone
moondancr20: and he says yes
PoisenMyst: but I say I love this girl whos away right now
PoisenMyst: and then they call me fag
QuickDraw1331: i miss you tho
QuickDraw1331: i was talking to steve and i'm like dude last night i was bored and just drove around and thought too bad brigid isn't here cause i'd be hanging out with ehr and he was like yeah that happens to me alot
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[ written on
Jun
15
05 @ 09;46am ] |
so, senior year is officially over.
while i'll still call myself a senior of WHS until june 26th, graduation.
the long full(well not full for me, i cut at least 1/2 classes per day) school days are over.
it's like in garden state when they talk about how their home isnt theirs anymore...
"You know that point in your life,
when you realize the house you grew up in isn't really your home anymore?
That idea of home is gone.
Maybe that's all family really is;
a group of people who miss the same imaginary place."
That is what it feels like to graduate from high school, ladies and gentlemen.
The whole day i got by without crying, and then the bell rang 9th to end the day, and i started bawling, because it was officially over.
I made courtney cho cry, and that was not my intention, at all.
So then i wandered on down to the gym, where kevin said he'd be playing his guitar for all to hear.
Kimma and jackie were bawling their eyes out, so i just held them, and tried to stay as strong as i could.
everyone was feeling the exact same thing and we all just bonded.
it was the most beautiful thing, and it's times like these that i'm going to miss.
I definitely never ever let it occur in my mind that we were leaving ,and i wouldnt be able to see all my friends every day, anymore.
I warned jackie a about growing up.
I warned a lot of underclassmen about enjoying high school and the freedom they have now, while they have it, so they have no regrets when they're in my shoes.
Most of them told me that i was crazy, but they held me as i bawled my eyes out.
I went to the beach after snotting all over the place with darlene, jenny, dave, roger, al, rob, ben!, and some other annoying boys. Keith jacobs was there. We were going to play frisbee, and the sand was really really hot, i admit, it was, but he was screaming and complaining like a little girl, ABOUT EVERYTHING.
so i yelled "THANK GOD WE'RE GRADUATING HS NEXT WEEK!"
and that's something i wont miss, all the people that just complained about everything, bitched about everything, all the bitchy people, the wastes of space, the people at the parties that were there just to cause a rukus.
I'm going to miss being the queens and kings of orchestra.
I'm going to miss being able to cut whatever class i wanted, coming up with some lame excuse for the teacher the next day, and not getting written up for it.
I'm going to miss being 10 minutes away from the beach.
I'm going to miss being 45 minutes away from the city.
I'm going to miss the "HEY soandso COME PICK ME UP I NEED TO GET OUT"
I pretty much have an idea as to who i will keep in touch with, and who i won't.
That part doesn't scare me.
The greatest feeling though was reading (even though i said i was gonna wait until after graduation to read what everyone has written in my yearbook so far) through whatevery one wrote in my yearbook. I have made an impact on so many peoples lives, and the way they viewed me as was just this happy go lucky, knows how to have a good time, gets what she wants, knows what she wants, and how im a role model just really got me. That, and using all the extra pages they gave us to stick onto the back cover of the year book, i went through, and i had to pick up another set of extra pages because i was out of room. Made me feel good, like my job and my mission for high school was finally completed. And it was.
so, with that being said.
Congratulations seniors.
i love you all, and thanks for an amazing year, and all the memories.
And helllooooooooooooo potsdam.
august 26th is going to come too soon.
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[ written on
May
20
05 @ 06;38am ] |
It's been an exciting week.
-cramming for the pre-calc final at nassau.
-last concert at wantagh high school, ever.
-getting a phone call from tower records that said, "congratulations, you've been chosen to work at tower"
-Witnessing some strange shit, beach house on fire, car flipping over and ending up in the bushes on ocean parkway, someone drove into 711, and a accident on park avenue.
.... i was going to put some pictures up, but photobucket's being a dick.
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05 @ 11;23am ] |
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[ written on
Jan
21
05 @ 19;06pm ] |
so i'm getting my haircut on january 27th.
i'm going to dye it brown, cause i'm done with the red.
but i don't know how i should cut it.
here is a picture of my hair, pretty much, from february 24th 2004. almost exactly 1 year ago, while hiding in sarahs backyard, in an attempt to scare the shit out of her...
should i do something like that again?
help, pleaseeeeee.
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[ written on
Dec
27
04 @ 09;56am ] |
new layout.
i like it a lOt
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[ written on
Dec
22
04 @ 06;52am ] |
like kerri said, january first brings in a new year.
i can start over.
god i cant wait to start over.
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Auto response from NotAmber530: A good way to start off the day is by dropping brand new hair gel that you just bought 3 hours ago in the toilet and not knowing what to do. I feel really gross and dirty after boiling it for like 45 minutes. I'm soooooooooooo dirtyyyyy.....
So if that's a good way to start off a day, I know today's gonna be great
HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY BRIGID!!!!
Auto response from KiM LuVs 2 DaNcE:
goin to bed. . jersey tomorrow
gettin shittie w/ the fammmm:-D
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRIGIDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i cannot believe u r 18 u little slut!!! love u!!!
. . i love you jaya im here always
bR0K3N d011: happy birfday
X The Warmth X77: happy b day
X The Warmth X77: ho
Auto response from SoundOfSilence x: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRIGI
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM
fadedmemories02: HAPPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY TO THE BIGGEST SLUT IN WANTAGH. you turn 18..go out..go to those porn shops and show the world how much of a slut you can truly be;-)anyway happy birthday have an awesome day<33
Auto response from nixydust87: happy birthday brigid and sam!!
Ladiebug58: H to the APPY B to the IRTHDIZZLE!
AnotheRoundMusic: happy fucking bday. now cook me my breakfast woman
moondancr20: HAAPY BIRTHDAY BRIGID!!!!!!!!!!!
Q PrettYinPinK Q: alright have a happy bday and good luck making porn
downtown hips: happy birthday brigid my LOVEEEER
...just to name a few.
TODAY IS MY 18TH BIRTHDAY
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15
04 @ 17;45pm ] |
Friends only
you know the drill,
comment, add, ill add you back.
..let's see how this goes,
i'm getting sick and scared of some people that tell me "oh i read your journal all the time" or ill be just about to tell them about my weekend and they'll say "yes i already read it on your journal"
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