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Name: Bills <3
Location: Little Rock, Arkansas, United States
Birthday: 10/8/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: -computers -video games -flowers - Good Muzak -talking on the phone -just walking around -sitting in the sun -Penny Squashing Machines -Bubble Umbrellas -Xanga Stalking -Drawing -Writing Poems/songs/stories whatever.. -Movies -Reading -Rubber Ducks -Black -Red -Atumn -Anime -Manga -Painting -Snow -Buttons -Porcupines -The word 'banana' -Bass Guitar -Pins -Patches -Skanking -Sunsets -Daffodils -Photography -Life
Expertise: Being a slinkster Cool Ninja Pirate
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
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Website: visit my website
AIM:  teen angst model
Yahoo:  speak_lipstick
Member Since:
7/13/2005
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| Why the crap am I back? England is NOT a good excuse. Well, it is, but it's not. It's just complicated.
Every entry but the 5 you can see has been deleted.
I'm only keeping xanga to comment on people's sites.
I have a Greatest Journal if you want to try and find it. I kind of like keeping that to myself for now though. [:
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| A Art. I like art. People say I'm good, but I think I stink.
B Bass. I also suck at this, but I love to play it.
C Culture. I'm asian, foo'
D Daffodil. It's my favorite flower.
E Eating. I can't seem to stop.
F Friends. It's good to know who really cares.
G Grapes. I choked on one when I was 6 because my grandpa shoved it in my mouth.
H Hot. Arkansucks weather is bipolar and it's hot today.
I Icky. I just got done working out and I'm all icky.
J Justice! I do love superheroes.
K Kissing. I love to do coupley stuff that makes others jealous.
L Language. I love German.
M Memphis. I love going to Memphis with friends.
N Neverland. I still say I'm going to marry Peter Pan.
O Obvious. I like to state the obvious.
P Pie. I don't like to eat them, but I'm told I'm good at making them.
Q Quail. I've always wanted a quail.
R Rad. I'm a California girl at heart. <3
S Sin. Everyone does it. Get over it.
T Tickets. I love going to shows.
U Unbuckle. I have a seatbelt belt.
V Vino's. I love Vino's, even if I haven't been in forever.
W Wednesday. My favorite day of the week.
x Xenophobes. They are lame.
Y Yummy. I have a huge sweet tooth.
z Zoo! I love going to the zoo.
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| Okay....it was pretty suckish, I admit, but it can get better, right??...? Oh geez, I hope so.
This morning my mum dropped me off for the bus, which I nearly missed
because we were told the wrong entrance to wait at. (I have to wait at
that P.V. Church of Christ//school) The "bus driver" found me and
escorted me to....THE BUS. I've never ridden the short bus before. It was weird. Then I got to school and found the Resident's Office (if anything I know where that is) and got my schedule...
I went to go find my locker before 1st period so I could know where to
go stash the books I thought I would obtain throughout the day. I then
remembered I hate lockers and I didn't use one at Central
because I can't ever get them open, and someone else already occupied
my locker. That was stupid. Plus, I didn't get enough crap to actually
use it today. We'll see tomorrow, and I'll just have to kick out
whoever had stuff in there if it's still there.
First period was Bible....That's definitely NEW for me. The teacher was cool, and the class seemed nice enough (no one really talked to me, so I don't know, but whatever).
Second period was Drama and there were a whole 9 of us in class? I felt stupid because I couldn't remember where upstage was and I was the only one.
Third period was Bio. and I like the teacher and the class. It's pretty easy.
They have this weird "Advisory Period"
between third and fourth period, so I went to my "advisory teacher" and
then I went back to Bio to get notes I missed (which I left in the
classroom....)
Then of course there's chapel. That's also odd.
Then fourth period I was supposed to have honors Geometry,
but apparently (and no one told me this) I had junior (middle school
kids) lunch, so the lady in the resident's office made me get my
schedule changed.
Now I have first period Drama TECH, geometry second. (I didn't go to math today. HA)
Study Hall was fourth period and I just sat in the library and read.
Lunch sucked. I sat alone outside and read because I don't really have any friends at CAC (yet?). I ate my apple and kept to myself trying to pretend like I didn't need anyone (HA)
Fifth was World History and I absolutely ADORE Mr. Harris. That class is uber easy and he's REALLY NICE. plus he looks like Santa! hahah
Sixth period I had Honors English and that was pretty nice. I have to have some book ready by Jan. 21st? I don't know.
Seventh period was Bible...AGAIN because I got my schedule changed, and all that jazz. Coach V is really cool though.
I sit in the back in all of my classes (like an outcast loser. go me!)
and my teachers somehow forgot to give me books? Slick moves.
It's weird being in mostly regular classes. They couldn't get me into
anymore Honors. So now instead of two, with my second schedule, I'm
only in one. The classes are hecka easy now since I'm in Reg. Duh.
So the official schedule is now::
1-Drama Tech
2-Geometry
3-Bio
Advisory
Chapel
4-Study Hall
Lunch
5-World History
6-English Honors
7-Bible
I just hope it gets better!! I miss people like crazy.
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I really miss California...
SANTA BARBRA!
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| It’s 6:00 in the morning, and we’re on the road again. It’s day two of
our “journey” out to California. Vati said at this rate, we’ll be in
Santa Barbra by 6:00 tonight. Meaning, it took us a day and a half to
take a trip that would take most families three. I’m adjusting my
seating position in the spacious back seat of our Rent-o-Van looking at
the sunrise over New Mexico. Yep. It only took 12 hours to get to
Alberquerque, New Mexico. We’re on our way to Arizona now, and eif I
look out the passenger window ahead of us, I can catch a glimpse of the
moon still behind all the clouds. We pass under th occasional
streetlight (why are there streetlights on the interstate?), which
gives me a glimpse of the mess I’ve already created in the back of the
van. I’ve created my own little haven in the back of the van, like a
fort, away from my parents. The second row of seats separates us. When
my CD changes songs I can hear them talking. They’re mostly talking
about my sister’s baby and what we’re going to do and how the driver’s
in front of us suck at life. The Pavement is practically silence on my
CD player and I hear them talking about my schooling. My mum wants me
to change schools at the first of the year and attend CAC, but Vati
isn’t so sure anymore. I thought it was going to be a for sure thing,
and I was just going to pull a ‘Dugan’ and leave without telling
anyone. They’re still debating it. I wish they would just choose
already. If I were to leave, I’d like to leave before exams because
then it would leave Central with passing grades. I had to tell Mrs.
Colburn, “Sorry I’m not crapping rainbows like you because I’m not on
16 different medications” as I walked out of World History on Friday
because she had the audacity to ask me if I was ever happy about
anything. This was coming from the woman that my classmates and I have
labeled as one big anti-depressant.
272 Miles to Flagstaff is what the sign said. I hate Arizona. Arizona
is Satan’s version of hell on earth. Our car broke down in Arizona two
years ago somewhere between Phoenix and Flagstaff (a.k.a.-the middle of
nowhere). I think I wrote a poem about it or something. If I recall, it
was something like Mat’s poem about Wyoming:
Wyoming; The Worst State. By mat d
Wyoming.
as a word, you are ugly to write, ugly to say and ugly to hear.
which is such a coincidence, because as a place, you suck as well.
You rank 9th in size, yet you have the lowest population.
Is it any wonder? Could it be because you suck?
I must drive through you en route to Seattle from Chicago.
If not for that simple fact I would never ever visit you again.
Not even if I won your whole fucking state in a raffle.
Your weather is harsh and cold.
Your topography is mountainous and barren.
-All qualities that no one ever looks for in a state.
You gave garret food poisoning. You have no cell phone service.
Oh, Wyoming.
You are Montana’s retarded cousin who the family never likes to discuss.
Where does your name come from? It is Sioux Indian, and translates literally to mean: vast shithole.
From southern Illinois, to western Nebraska, there is plenty of sucking
to be had in this country, but Wyoming, you have the lion’s share.
I hate you, you stupid fucking state.
I downed a cup of hot chocolate at 5:30 this morning, burning off all
my taste buds because it was 27 degrees outside when we left, and now I
have to pee. Vati seems to be obsessed with passing every
eighteen-wheeler possible. My mum and I know that he can’t get another
speeding ticket until at least February. (He got one when we were going
up to Petit Jean a couple of months ago and he’s wasn’t supposed to get
another one for up to six months.)
It’s now 4:47 PM and we’re just outside of Little Rock, CA. (I know. I
left Little Rock, AR for that??) I am now more grateful than ever, to
live where we do. I stared out the window of our rent-o-van for at
least two hours before we came upon new housing developments and a very
randomly placed soccer field. A couple of minutes later we came upon
older developments, much worse looking than their new neighbors. I’ve
run out of new music to listen to and I’m too lazy to set up with DVD
player (how privileged I am, and blah blah blah) to watch a movie I
wouldn’t even get to finish. The sun is setting, and I remember
starting this entry over 12 hours earlier when I was watching it rise.
I can’t add much to my list of “Car Ride Accomplishments” for the day.
I read all of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, which sadly
wasn’t too time consuming (only 9 ½ hours). I also wrote the script for
my Mythology homework. I just have to buy a sketchbook in Santa Barbra
to finish it. I saw a sign for some warehouse or other that said
“MIDTOWN” in bright yellow lights, and it gave me a huge urge to listen
to Gym Class Heroes. I’m now realizing that I’ve left too many dearly
needed CDs behind. There are so many things, so many songs, which are
already, just by being on the road, reminding me of home. There are
always endless possibilities that run through my head when I
contemplate what I’m going to do on our weeks out of school. This is
different now though, because I can only think about what could have
happened if I was home. I'm already beginning to miss certain people, even if we didn't talk much... /:
I’m not sure what it is about road trips with my parents that I don’t
like. It could be the feeling of the van swaying back and fourth as
Vati tries to change lanes quickly as to not slow down to a car in
front of him, or maybe that only half my body will fall asleep as I try
to adjust comfortably in the back seat to better allow sleep to consume
my time. Or maybe it’s the feeling of uselessness I get from just being
happy staring out the window at the vast nothingness we so often pass,
or even better being forced out here with no one I can easily relate to
allowed to come with me. Either way, it’s not the road trips themselves
I loathe so dearly. I’m sure a road trip would be quite enjoyable with
friends to keep me company, or even by myself. Being with parents is
just the same as being with myself in a sense. They sit in the front
and talk low so they think I can’t hear them, and they wake me up to
tell me I have to get out and pee at every rest stop. I’m just happy
that I get to see my sister soon. I’ll admit, I don’t really wish to
return to Castro Valley so soon to visit Vati’s side of the family for
Christmas. It’s not that I don’t enjoy them so much as it’s that I
don’t get to see Sam anymore. She is my sister after all. I wish I
could just stay with her the entire time, but of course that’s not
possible. At least I’ll be able to see Jared when we go up to the Bay
Area in a couple of days. I haven’t seen him in two years or so and he
said we could do something, although I doubt he’ll remember. He’s
pretty cool to have for a cousin. He’s almost like big brother figure
in a way. He offered to let me live with him if I come out here for
college. I’m sure the rest of the ride up to Santa Barbra will be just
as boring as the trip from New Mexico. One more hour to go.
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