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MonSoutien_GorgeNoir
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Name: The Amazing A-Bomb
Metro: Chicago
Birthday: 8/3/1902
Gender: Female
Interests: action movies. sports [not participating but appreciating]. video games. photography. technology. computers. physics. reading. books. popular culture. the human mind. thinking. you me and everything else.
Expertise: Large Words. Civility. Dancing. Hugs. Words of Advice. Thinking. Caring. Love. Hugs. Big Smiles. Sarcasm. Dry Wit. Loyalty.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  SMCartRacer6
Member Since:
1/12/2004
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| Contemplations of a Sunken Ship:
"Musical Journalism & the Editor"
never test my patience nigga, I'm high maintenance
high class, if you ain't rollin, bypass
I watched the Peanut Butter Jelly Time flash movie three times.
It's HI-larious. Definately a must see before you die.
Today I went to Rolling Stones on Irving for the first time ever. It wasn't exactly what I wanted because I found most of the things I wanted later at Reckless Records on Belmont and Broadway, but Rolling Stones was alright.
I bought [The Black Album] and [Musicology] from Rolling Stones.
So I was thinking about age, then I was thinking about statitory rape, and then I definately figured that life is better without a jail sentence. That was definately the highlight of todays thought process.
My mother is scared that I might not be able to find a "real" job after college because the careers that I'm looking into and what I want to study aren't exactly filled with jobs for people. She optioned a career as an Editor, she liked it when she started into her speel, and she even made it pretty interesting and stimulating for me. But who really knows?
If I could, I'd love to write for a Video Game or Music magazine and review all those games and music, it would be amazing, but I have so little self confidence in my own opinions concerning music that it would be pointless.
My music can't be duplicated or recycled
This chick is a sick individual.
New Xanga Site: http://www.xanga.com/RadicalStreetFighter
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| Movies. Music & More:
"Tales of a Teenage City Slicker"
I'm becoming less defined, as days go by
Fading away, well you might say I'm losing focus
Kind of drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself
Life is odd.
I've been listening to Cursive all day, and I can safely say that everything that didn't make sense today made sense after that. I don't know why any of this makes sense. But it does. The sun was shinning and it was a balmy 50 degrees outside and all I wanted to do was sit on the bus and read and listen to Cursive.
That was picturesque.
But I got off the bus and I walked home and I felt so much less of a person doing so, though I was abiding by rules set up by my mommy. I guess that shows some self restraint.
Now I'm listening to [Talk] by Coldplay, and another picturesque moment arises. Just complete and utter calm. Typing doing absoluetely nothing. Though this would be a perfect "calm before the storm" moment, for tomorrow a Physics final awaits me. A physics final that at this moment I am putting off preparing for.
I should have taken Biology, damnit.
"I am human and I need to be loved"
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| Trying...Not...To Throw....Up: " OH MY GOD DID HE JUST DO THAT?!" It’s such a burden to carry ’round
the vestiges of dead dreams
and I don’t want to make a wake out of my lifeI saw Hostle during the weekend.
It was alright. That's where the title comes from, I thought that it was clever, but all the cleverness and wit can't save me now, though who needs saving?
I was extremely content with my small group of friends. I was numb to the idea that I wasn't going to talk to some as much as I wanted to, but it wasn't going to matter. Suddenly though I was given the chance to talk and hang out with those that mattered, and now look here, I get shoved back into a circle that I had severed connections with.
I don't want to be here. They don't want me there. So what the fuck is happening?
So today I got sick during school. It was definately the most gut churning experience, but it made me realize that there are some pretty amazing people out there that will take the time out of their day and hang out with you in the Attendence office for even just a few minutes.
I'm tired. This life just isn't for me.
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| Five Degrees of Separation: " Living the High Life on a Five Fingered Discount"
Sailin' away on the crest of a wave
It's like magic
Oh and rollin' and ridin' and slippin' & sliding
It's magic
Who would have thought? This is going to be the tale circulating the water cooler forever.
Three Ordinary Teenagers walk into a Bookstore...
Three Ordinary Teenagers walk into a Best Buy...
Three Ordinary Teenagers walk into ________...
These three ordinary teenagers succumed to an urge that everyone has at one point in their lives, except the difference between you and them, is that on average most of you never tempt the chance.
But here they are, those three teenagers, who walk into stores boldly and only to top what the did the day previously. Their urges the sole motivation in the actions they are about to commit. Lives are on the line, yet they care none.
These Three Teenagers of Ordinare.
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| I'm In Heaven..: " Chat Room Hell" finding a replacement with a heart sedatedI'll forget you...
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There was a really great time in life when I was aware, if not overly aware of who I was and where I stood in this world.
I was an under achiever w. no real stable future, that procrastinated to largest possible extent and that was alright, because I understood that, that was who I conditioned myself to be. There was room for change for there is always room to change, but for the moment that was it, and I was comfortable.
I was also an uber confused teenage girl that had the reputation of becoming bored quickly with not only her school work, but with her responsibilities outside of school and personal relationships, I accepted all of that too and realized though there was room for change and a new leaf would be suggested I wasn't going to do it, because that's who I was.
So why am I confused now?
I'm sitting here, and after I read over all of the recently updated xangas on my subscriptions list [yes I read almost all of them] I realized I have no idea who I am and that it seemed like everyone else had this grasp that I was never going to have.
Their ideas immediately seemed all the more orignal then mine. Their lives seemed that much more interesting that I was enthralled almost at once, and disgusted that I couldn't mimic the same feeling.
I'm sure this happens to the best of us, or so we could claim. That sickening feeling of inferiority even if it's not evident in reality, but that doesn't make us better off. Just becasue there are many people who experience this lack of self confidence doesn't make the situation or the feeling any better.
So here I sit, still feeling like everything that I've just written is a waste. A pathetic attempt to enforce some picture of the person that I want to be, though I don't know if I'm it anymore.
My work ethic hasn't changed, though I did do my law homework tonight. My lack of attention span hasn't magically been altered, but this feeling of lost self worth. This feeling of insecurity that I can't shake, that's different, that's change and I hate it.
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