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[23 Apr 2006|03:30pm] |
I kind of want to get rid of this journal. But then I'll have no way to get out my feelings. I don't know. I'm still thinking about it.
And, I might stop going on DB. It annoys me now. I just need a break from the internet right about now.
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[11 Apr 2006|06:22pm] |
Okay, well I have to dedicate this entry to the dear Shane, who is possibly the funniest kid I know.
Zara, Shane, and I were downloading music earlier today and Zara was downloading "Shake It" by Aaron Carter. So follows the conversation.
Shane: How old was he when he sang this??
Zara: Around 8.
Shane: Holy shit, when I was 8 I was digging holes. I guess I could shake it before I dug the hole..
((Zara plays the song and it goes like "Shake it, shake it, shake it... etc"))
Shane: *singing* we're gonna dig some holes, dig, dig, dig some holes.. we're gonna bury it, bury it, bury it, bury it in the hole we dug!
Yesterday, Me, Zara, Shane, Ashley, and Raven were outside and I cannot remember how this subject came up buuuuuuuuuuut...
Shane: What if Penises were on foreheads?
All: *silence* *laugh*
Shane: You'd have to like wear a sock all the time, you could never sleep in class...... you'd put your head down and be like AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... when you had sex it'd ALMOST be oral............What if vaginas were on heads?!?! Sex would be like woodpeckers...
Zara: You'd have severe brain damage.
Shane: Yeah and you'd know all the sluts because they'd be walking around like this *twitches eyes, mouth wide open*
Wowww he's a funny funny dude. I can't remember what JUST happend, but when I do..................................................
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[15 Feb 2006|11:27am] |
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I had some crazy ass dreams last night that I just had to share.
One of them, was I was with a guy that was my boyfriend, and we were walking and I started crying. He put his arm around me and asked
Guy - Becca, are you weeping because you want to be held?
Me - huh?
Guy - Are you weeping because you want to be held... (he said it So gently)
Me - Yeah.
I woke up.. BAWLING. I mean, my pillow was soaked from my tears and even as I was awake, I couldn't stop crying. It was a really short dream, too. I thought it was weird that he used the word "weeping", because I never use that word.
The next one was really nice and comforting. My Grampy came over and said that Grammy was coming with us to dinner. My Grammy died 6 or 7 years ago, so in my dream I was so excited because I missed her so much. Grampy had these sheets of paper with random words on them and told me that he wrote down everything that Grammy told him. I don't remember what they said, but the paper was the kind that has "Property of Ann Adams" on the top, Ann Adams is my Grammy, and we still have that paper.
All of a sudden, we were at the restaurant with my Grammy and Grampy. It was really nice. She was so gorgeous as always. She started talking to me about how she had went to see a friend of hers named Pat, and he was diabetic or something. Then she just stopped and smiled at me and told me she was proud of me. And I told her I loved her, and she said it back.
Then, she had to go, and I wanted to take a picture of her but my camera wouldn't work.
I really liked the dream. I woke up thinking, maybe it was really her, and she wanted to let me know that she was proud of me. I always sleep with a picture of her covering my clock so I can't see what time it is if I wake up in the middle of the night. I talk to her more than I pray to God. I don't know, but I liked it.
EDIT: Okay, sketchy... My mom told me she had a dream about Grammy and Grampy too... but she can't remember all of it... weird.
Yay for Mental Health Days
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