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Thursday, November 4th, 2004
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Tuesday, November 2nd, 2004
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| Subject: | Emo tear. |
| Time: | 7:07 pm. |
| Mood: | Eating (dying). | | Music: | "Kentucky Goddamn"- Christiansen. |
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Apparently I'm not fashionable enough for ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) hot_fashion .
That's kinda sad, because they're some pretty rad looking chicks.
Oh well.
edit:// HOLY FUCK I JUST BURNED MY HAND OFF!
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Monday, November 1st, 2004
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Spin the wheel, hit the breaks
Does this seem familier?
We've both been here before in
Your dreams.
Smash your face into the dash
And watch the world explode into a drug induced carnival
Feel the bits of you detach from yourself
And scream, scream like you've never done before
And dance!
(Come on, dance with me)
And sing!
(Oh, I know we've done this all before)
And dance!
(Come on, dance with me)
And breathe!
(Baby, where's the gas mask?)
Count to ten, count to ten
And look at yourself again
Can you recognize the face in the mirror?
Wipe away the blood
You might be able to see a little clearer
(Oh, I knew this was a bad idea!)
Dance with me!
(Come on honey, move your feet)
Come on, love me again!
(This may hurt a little)
Scream that scream!
(Your voice makes me wanna fuck)
Sing for me
Sing for me
Come on baby, move your feet.
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Sunday, October 31st, 2004
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| Time: | 3:40 am. |
| Mood: |  contemplative. | | Music: | More Thursday. |
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Hey kids, more lame ass picturesssss
( Mmmhnm )
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| Time: | 3:05 am. |
| Mood: |  confused. | | Music: | "Marches and Maneuvers"- Thursday. |
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WHAT
THE
FUCK
WHERE DID march_of_flames GO?
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Sunday, October 24th, 2004
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And she,
Well she didn’t really have a clue
What little pink and white pills
Could do to you
So,
when her body fell against the chair
And her world
Oh, it was spinning everywhere
And she knew
That she could barely move
The way,
That the air flowed through her lungs
The labored touch
Of her comatose hands
The song,
That she never knew she could hear
Well it,
It was playing everywhere
And the time,
That her boyfriend sighed
She remembered it all
So,
As it all faded out of sight
Her focus dwelling
On one long ago night
The beating heart
That seemed to carry no tune
And the little pills
On the floor in her room
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Wednesday, October 20th, 2004
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| Time: | 10:53 pm. |
| Mood: |  giddy. | | Music: | "Red is the New Black"- Funeral For a Friend. |
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Benedryl. Is rad.
The end.
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Tuesday, October 19th, 2004
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| Subject: | Mmhm |
| Time: | 8:32 pm. |
| Mood: | creative. | | Music: | "Reinventing Your Exit"- Underoath. |
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Written by me. During chemistry.
I rhyme. How special.
"Carrying You Out Like Yesterday's Garbage"
Chest bound up with gauze like a shroud
And now your fashion mags can't help
Bandages glued just like a second skin
Onto bones that refuse to heal
The sympathy doctors
Whisper in eachother's ears
"He's too far gone" and "Don't think he'll make it"
The surgeon doctors
Play their tricks on your nerves
They tear at your face
From inside your cheekbones
Syringes make love
To your weak damaged veins
Oh, this hypodermic ecstasy
It's just too hard to bear
And when your lungs explode
Just like a thousand black balloons
There's suddenly no room to breathe...
The malpractice doctors whisper
And dance inside your skull
Visualizing their escape
From the back of your eyes
The vaccination doctors disappear
And find their way to your legs
Making sure you'll never walk again
The surgeon doctors
Play their tricks on your nerves
They tear at your chest from atop your bent ribs
Syringes make love
To your weak damaged heart
The death doctors get to work
Syringes make love
Syringes make love
Oh god, this better fucking work
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Sunday, October 17th, 2004
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| Time: | 10:49 pm. |
| Mood: |  amused. | | Music: | "Feed Me To The Forest"- The Blood Brothers. |
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Hahaha, I can barely move my neck.
Wow. I need to wash. All my clothing is dirty. Bad Ashley and her bad housekeeping skill. I'M GOING TO BE A HORRIBLE WIFE AND MOTHER! I also need some new batteries for my camera. It ate the ones I had at the Fear Before show, haha.
I don't have anything to do tomorrow after school, so you should all call me so that we can hang out. Remember kids, don't be an idiot and put your phone number on the internet, like I'm doing: 760-525-1541.
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I'm retarded and can barely use my camera. So these kinda suck. BUT.. they're Fear Before... so they must be a liiiiiitle good :)
( Enjoy )
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Saturday, October 16th, 2004
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Code Seven....
Vaux....
FEAR BEFORE THE MARCH OF FUCKING FLAMES!
Before Today...
Yes. Best show in a long time. Fear Before played SHSITS. I practically died, haha. Adam's crotch + my face = heaven twice. I have a lot of pictures. Lots of Vaux. But that's only because I used a shitload of battery recording a movie clip of Fear Before, haha. This kid was all "Instant replay!" and started acting like a football commentator while I was watching it after they played. It made me giggle like a small child.
I think I hurt my neck again. But oh well. It 's worth it. A sort of momento-ish thing, haha.
Next time I see them I need to bring like 70 dollars. They had so much hot fucking merch. A YELLOW skirt. It was so great. I want it bad. And the shirts. Oh man. And I realllllly want a fucking Fear Before hoodie.
...I guess THIS is why I need a job, hahaha.
Yeah. More later when I can move my face again :)
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Friday, October 15th, 2004
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I think it's kind of funny how people can think it's ok to kill people, or joke about it, but get all butt hurt when you aren't vegan/vegetarian or make a joke about eating meat.
YOU FUCKING HYPOCRITES.
And surprisingly, this was NOT aimed at anyone in particular XD
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sdfghsrnhstnjdtr FEAR BEFORE THE MARCH OF FLAMES TOMORROW NIGHT!
( Read more... )
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| Time: | 8:58 am. |
| Mood: | amused. | | Music: | "Whats This?"- The Nightmare Before Christmas (Danny Elfman). |
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this song is a
poem to myself
it helps me to live
anyone will do tonight
</strong>close your eyes and just settle, settle
if you wanted honesty
that's all you had to say
</i>
i'm trying hard to forget
everything i thought I ever knew
i'd rather starve
than be a whore
for an empty living
can you show me where it HURTS?
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Monday, October 11th, 2004
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| Time: | 8:16 pm. |
| Mood: | predatory. | | Music: | "Ape Dos Mil"- Glassjaw. |
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sour notes x: I HATE HER WITH A FIERY PASSION
fearbefore arynn: o_o
sour notes x: -nukes this girls house-
sour notes x: Most girls make me want to kill myself, haha
fearbefore arynn: XD
sour notes x: THANK GOD YOU'RE A RAD GIRL
sour notes x: BECAUSE THAT MEANS THAT THEY'RE NOT A MYTH!
I love Arynn. Because she's so rad. Amanda and Arynn are pretty much the only girls that are really, REALLY rad. SO THERE.
SOMEONE NEEDS TO GO TO HOMECOMING WITH ME, MOTHERFUCKERS.
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Saturday, October 9th, 2004
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Thursday, October 7th, 2004
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| Time: | 9:23 pm. |
| Mood: |  tired. | | Music: | "Celebrator"- The Blood Brothers. |
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Wow. The Blood Brothers = didn't happen. It was sold out by the time I got there =(
I was so mad / sad. I started to cry once I got back in my car. Because I'm a loser like that.
Oh well. There's aways next time, I guess.
I haven't really had the nicest week. Columba is being agagfdfg and I'm really tired of everyone and their touchy-feelyness at school. A hug now and then is nice. But people constantly touching my hair or trying to touch my piercings is just SDGSDFBGASDFGHD. Vanessa and Patty and I decided that we're tired of everyone and their bullshit, so we're going to move spots.
Speaking of moving, I'm going to start getting my ass in gear and finding ways to budget so that we can afford to rent another apartment, and I'm looking online and in the newspapers and such for renting opportunities. I really just want to start over. Leave this fucking apartment. Change fucking schools.
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Wednesday, October 6th, 2004
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It has to be this way
A short play by Ashley McGee
Scene One:
[The living room of Travis and Julian’s apartment. The lights are dim, and there’s a chair turned over. Julian is lying on the ground near the sofa, her legs curled under her, up on her elbows, with Travis standing over her, holding his handgun against his side. Both of them are tousled, clothing rumpled, breathing heavily. Julian has an expression of pure terror on her face, and Travis is crying.]
Travis: [Thoughts, drifting in quietly as the scene brightens]. {You’re down on the floor, begging me to drop the gun, that terrified expression we both know so well plastered on your face}.
You make me sick! Look at you! [kicks Julian] We’ve done this a hundred thousand times before, why are you still so fucking scared?!
( ... )
Copyright Ashley McGee, 2004, motherfucker. You steal it and I shoot you in the face.
...I'm totally serious.
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