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last entry? --- new journal [February 01, 2007 @ 2:35pm]
My new journal is technicolorglam
Be proud?
Nah, just add it.

Cuz I can't go add ALL of you right now.
I am in school, sorry!
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real entry #180.--- let's jump for joy [January 27, 2007 @ 9:54pm]

I'm making a new livejournal.
This one has weird memories.
As did [info]phoneboost so now I'm making a new one.

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Real Entry #179.--- I smoke Marb Red 100s. OOPS [January 25, 2007 @ 8:14pm]
Scene Kid Take-Down: A Guide to The Trendy Streets of LA

General Life Guide

If you ever walk down Sunset Blvd in Hollywood on a Friday night, expect to feel out of place when you pass such rockin’ joints as “The Roxy” or the “Whiskey A Go-Go”. These places hold certain shindigs for the youth of LA where obscure bands play with extremely long names that mostly have something to do with bleeding, being bled, or some kind of nonsense title like, “The Black Heart Procession” or “Wear your pants tight if you like UTI’s”.

Speaking of pants, if they aren’t plastered to your ass and your hair just isn’t big enough, consider yourself unwelcome in this world of teen angst. While some may protest that having your pants hug your balls all night may make you feel safe, the fact that you have hot pink airbrushed make-up on might buy you a one-way ticket to an ass beating if you step off the wrong corner in L.A. The colored peoples of Los Angeles will not give a shit you were at a show to see some obscure band that they’ve never heard of. They also don’t care about your extensive knowledge of 80’s music (which you just very recently learned about through VH1’s “I Love the 80’s”). No, no, you were sucking the teet during the reign of Duran Duran and probably don’t know what ColecoVision is.

That said, here is your guide to taking down the “scene kid”. If you, a citizen of Los Angeles or traveling tourist, ever come across children such as these, do not be intimidated; just remember how to disarm the wildlife with the tactics below. We are not cutting off the arm of the monster here people, we are slaying the beast. So please keep in mind the scene kids most valuable possessions are:

Digital camera, complete with 80 pictures of him/herself: Steal or damage this in any way, and you have just destroyed their internet “scene-ness” rendering them useless. Now let’s see them try to take their over-the-head-and-at-an-angle shot at tonight’s gig…

Make-up: This one is a little bit harder. You must either destroy the MAC makeup company or grab some kind of facial-disfiguration chemical and throw it at them while you walk by. Extreme? Not unless you can do the first suggestion….

Marlboro Reds/Lights: A scene kid would be nothing without their image. One of the most important items to a scene kid is the cigarette. The cigarette is a social must when conversing with others. How else can they look so all-knowing with the cigarette between their fingers and a look on their face that says “Yeah, I’m destroying my body, but I’m only going to live until I’m 25 anyways!” We can only hope.

The iPod: The scene kids’ iPod has so many obscure and shitty bands on it that you wonder why they paid $300 for one. Frequently, you will see them gathering on a corner or in your local Starbucks comparing them to see which band is the most unknown or which lyrics have the deepest meaning. If you walk by one of them with the phones in their ears singing, “Money, success, fame, glamour” or something else that sounds stupid and doesn’t make sense, be sure to shank the bitch and destroy the iPod.

The Razorblade: The scene kid LOVES attention. They love attention so much that they’ll resort to cutting to “deal with their emotions”. The scene kid will make feeble and obvious attempts to hide the scars on their arms, but will soak up the attention and claims of worry from friends. Take away their razor, and you take away interest in them from fellow “scenesters”. Who wants to listen to a punk ass bitch that doesn’t have the balls to cut themselves?

I must stress that it is IMPERATIVE that while attempting any of these take-downs that you do not look them in the eye. If you are any sort of Asian tourist, please remember that no pictures are allowed; this will only draw them to swarm around you and could become a potentially life-threatening situation.

Please remember, whilst wandering the streets of Los Angeles, that you need not be afraid. If you have read and studied this guide, you can take down the scene kid faster than you can decide which gender it is. Think of yourself as Wesley Snipes in ‘Blade’. Except you aren’t destroying vampires, you’re taking down the scene kid-who is much MUCH more annoying and pisses you off more than a vampire ever could. You don’t need silver bullets; all you need is a little knowledge and maybe a baseball bat. Good luck, and enjoy LA.

Oh, you kids! It’s so scene to hate your own scene!
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real entry #178.--- hippos and pandas and rats [January 21, 2007 @ 9:42pm]
[ mood | content ]

The Little Panda
By Adrian Wells
Written on January 18, 2007 - editted on Janurary 21, 2007

Once upon a time there was a little Panda, named "The Hippopotamus", but her mommy and daddy called her "Little Hippo" for short. One day as Little Hippo ate some of the most tasty bamboo around, some strange men approached her ever so quietly, so she would not hear them, and these strange men, with their strange tools, stole Little Hippo from her home, and carried her far off to a distant land. Now, since Little Hippo was only a little panda, she was naturally very attached to her its mother and father and her wonderful home. And when Little Hippo awoke she was obviously very unhappy to find itself in a strange land. Gazing about her strange new surroundings, she found herself stuck in a forest of strange, cold, hard bamboo, and past this strange, bamboo she saw things stranger still, for there in the distance stood strange, funny looking creatures gazing nosily back at her.

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real entry #176-- today [January 03, 2007 @ 3:40pm]
[ mood | shocked ]

well an hour of it was soooooo bomb

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real entry #175.--- today was fun [December 30, 2006 @ 6:19pm]
I had a good day today.
I know.
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real entry #174.--- i'm wide awake [December 30, 2006 @ 1:33am]
[ mood | crappy ]

I'm wide awake. Bored. Craving. Being dumb.

Watching the past repeat itself. And feeling it be repeated. And laughing at it.

I'm bored. Damn it. ARGH!

My hands are cold. My back is sore from sleeping funny.

La La La.

Ashley? Let's talk. I need to.

I need a cigarette. Or ten...

I guess I'm going to attempt sleep. Also known as staring at the ceiling for a couple hours until I fall into a sleep that won't restore my energy.


Night loves.

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real entry #173. --- fuckk [December 28, 2006 @ 11:43pm]
Today was dumb.
Taran was pouty.
Amber was whiny.
Lenny is an asshole.
And the tension was dumb.

We just all need to get over ourselves.
shut the fuck up.
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real entry #172.---oh gawd [December 19, 2006 @ 2:38pm]

I'm sorry
I've ultimately conformed.
I have a scene girl haircut...

I know...

But Louie @ Barbarama did it. She does bomb hair. So if you need it cut, she's good.


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real entry #171.---realizations [December 18, 2006 @ 2:12pm]
[ mood | crushed ]


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real entry #170.---i don't know [December 17, 2006 @ 11:41pm]


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real entry #167.--- i'm at school [December 08, 2006 @ 8:46am]
[ mood | aggravated ]

my expulsion hearing is tuesday.
Fuck Shelby Spencer.
Fuck this shit.

Rane is talking and sounds all like "oh I'm losing my voice"
He keeps trying to sleep.
It's funny.
He sucks.



I love my Dragon.


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real entry #166.--- fuuuck [December 06, 2006 @ 11:16am]
I was with people, no names bitches, who were smoking weed yesterday at school.
Some dumb bitch told.
Said random names.
Blah blah blah.
This leads to that.
They took away my cigarettes and lighter.
My mom came and got me.
I have an expulsion hearing.
but that might not be until early January or something.
Fucking hell I will slaughter someone.
I hate people.
angry asian

My loving Shelby S is moving.
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real entry #155.--- Halloween Patheticness. [October 31, 2006 @ 6:42pm]
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SCIENCE HOMEWORK FAT WHORES [October 27, 2006 @ 8:33am]



stuff for bohr models.
print or re-draw

include # of protrons, neutrons, and electrons.
energy levels.
do SRQ 3 and 5. pg 76
do CTQ 1 and 11. pg 101
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real entry #145.--- science class [October 06, 2006 @ 8:42am]
[ mood | chipper ]

I'm sitting at school in science class, we're doing some faggot lab.
Rane is sitting next to me.
Saying "cmoe on you know you want to be my friend on livejournal, come ooon, you know that or you're a dyke, one of the two."
He's pathetic, but I enjoy harassing him.
This is boring.
Nothing to say.
Ima go do something exciting. Fuck you all.
<3<3<3 ella

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real entry #144.--- materialism [October 03, 2006 @ 9:11pm]
[ mood | wishful ]

it's 99.50 I think, basically 100$ from hollister. or hollisterco.com. size small, ermerald cove bomber, olive green.
i love it.
i love it so much.

here it isCollapse )

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real entry #142.--- me in 126 Q's [September 30, 2006 @ 7:01pm]
[ mood | cheerful ]

all about meCollapse )

trait snapshot:

messy, outgoing, open, self revealing, ambivalent about chaos, unpredictable, not good at saving money, social, likes large parties, likes to stand out, risk taker, quick to make friends, does not like to be alone, rash, fame seeking, sarcastic, craves attention, social chameleon, low self control, food lover, not rule conscious, weird, assertive, not a perfectionist, anti-authority, thrill seeker, vain, likes to fit in, reckless, emotionally sensitive, leisurely, trusting

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This is the beginning, tell me what you think. Yes, I know I have no definate plot. [September 28, 2006 @ 5:53pm]
[ mood | cranky ]

The Beginning
Crystal white powder rushed up her nose like a blizzard of snow; the initial rush was always her favorite feeling and so far nothing compared to that high. She took a deep breath, inhaling only through her mouth, and then noticed him staring at her. Quickly she passed the straw and razorblade to him.
Watching her chest move up and down, hearing her rapid breathing, nearly killed him. Yet instead of saying anything he just bent his head over the mirror. He always hated using a mirror, seeing what he was doing, as if he could see it ruining his life. He still wasn't used to the burn of cocaine and more often then not had to get up for a glass of water.
When he got back to her room she was already on her roof smoking. She had a big house and the kind of parents most kids wished they had. But deep down she wished her parents were around more often, or that they it least pretended to care. At the end of the day the one person she could rely on was her older brother. He was 26, out of the house, and during the school year he went to the state college and played football.


Out of the corner of my eye I saw Remial standing in my room looking kind of awkward. I wasn't sure if he was waiting for me to say something or not, so I called him out to sit with me. He looked kind of startled, as if he had forgotten about me, but he obediently climbed out my window and sat down. Surprisingly he didn't want a cigarette, but instead just lay on the roof and looked at the stars.


The two of us stayed on the roof late into the night, with her computer playing soft music in the background. As usual she slowly drifted off and eventually was sound asleep. I carried her into her room and set her on the bed. She looked so small and peaceful like a fallen angel. I tucked her in and walked into the guest room. Every time we went through this routine I feared she would never wake up from the restful slumber.
            The next morning I woke up to the sound of the blaring alarm clock. I heard water running and could guess Remial was finishing his shower. So in the mean time I started putting together a play list for the day. Once the music started downloading I was getting in the shower. The sudden rush of cold water startled me and helped me with the process of waking up. I called out to Remy to go get us Starbucks™ telling him that my keys were in my jeans. A few minutes later I heard the engine start and he was gone.

I loved driving her car; it was a beautiful Porsche Boxster from her Daddy dearest to congratulate her on the newly earned license. When I got to Starbucks™ there was a relatively long line but still within ten minutes I was out the door. When I pulled back into her driveway I could hear her music blaring from her room. It was Dir En Grey, this wonderful Japanese band that she listened to religiously. Moments after I turned off the engine and got out of the car she was running out of the house, grabbing the keys from me and starting the car.
            Despite many peoples jealousy I saw my car as just a sign of guilt from my parents. Obviously I loved my car and was grateful for it, but more then anything it was just a way to make up for them not being there. I pulled into the school parking lots and turned off the engine. The music was still playing so I rested my head on the seat and turned it up.
“Peyton, are you going to get out or just stay there all day? You’re going to be late for class”
Remials voice broke my concentration so I quickly grabbed my stuff and rushed into the school. Remy was like my guardian angel, always looking out for me and reminding me of anything I forget; yet I have no idea what it is I do for him. I got to class on time and was instantly greeted by Alisa. The amount of energy she had in the morning was in-human and almost scary. How it is she wakes up so fast I have no idea.
            As class when on I dozed off and began thinking of what I was going to do for lunch. My thoughts were interrupted by my teacher, Mr. Jerome; he wanted my homework. I opened my bag and gave it to him then went back to day-dreaming. About fifteen minutes later he reminded us of the quiz tomorrow and said we had the rest of the class time to study. Despite some of my extra curricular activities I still cared about my grades, did my homework, and more often then not went to class.
            When class was finally over I was dying to get to lunch. I quickly walked away from school and went to meet my friends. Just as I was leaving the building I felt someone’s fingers tighten around my wrist and pull me back.
            “Remy, remember you promised we’d have lunch together today?”
I could feel her eyes on me and that always made me nervous. She had beautiful grass green eyes and they could say one thousand words otherwise left unsaid. Today her eyes were telling me how hurt she would be if I broke my promise. I quickly smiled and waved away my friends outside.
            “Of course I do Lisa, let’s go. You can choose anywhere you want, my treat.”
I did my best to resist rolling my eyes and reluctantly took her hand.
            A grin slowly spread across her face when she realized I really was going to take her to lunch. Because I didn’t have a car and I knew Luke was taking Peyton out to lunch today I walked to Peyton’s car and told Lisa to get in. Like most girls at our school she was excited to be taken out in the Porsche. When we got done eating lunch we went outside and sat on one of the benches in front of the restaurant. I felt her head slowly falling on my shoulder and her hand gradually gliding across my waist line. Despite the allure of her touch I didn’t want to deceive her and had to resist. I pushed her hand away and suggested we go back to school.
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real entry #139.--- haha [September 26, 2006 @ 6:28pm]
[ mood | crazy ]

 So yesterday people were like go to volleyball. So I'm like okay. Then I was like who will go? No one would. I dragged Taran. OMFG volleyball games suck. We went, sat in the park, mmmm, music. Thank God I had my CD player and cigarettes. Damn wasn't after school exciting? OH! And a private number called Tarans phone twice. Once he answered, no one was there. Then he did, and I heard breathing so I jacked his phone and told the person I heard their breathing and that I would fuck them so hard or something it would take their breath away. Hehe..

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