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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 11:28 am
What am I about to say is to be ignored. Seriously.
I have a name. I have a pink and a black phone. I've got hair. I'm listening to Limp Bizkit covering a song by The Who, right after listening to another song of The Who. Reaper is on tv. I'm a gamer. My Documents is opened. So is MSN. I have several nicknames. I have two eyes. Yes, I have the IKEA add-on for the Sims. Yes, I hate it. Not a feminist. Am afraid of men. I do not own a single original music cd. A copied From Autumn To Ashes album is probably in my radio. A MIDI of All The Things She Said by Tatu wakes me up every morning. Followed by the vibrating of the phone after half an hour of snoozing. My parents are out to a festival while I'm sitting home alone. They will be home late and drunk. They do not scare me when they're sober. Slipknot is on now. I sing along with music if I'm alone. I do not sing in the shower. I'm talking to Becky atm. I am mentally retarted. Not really but I like to say I am. Don't know why. Blue October rocks. That's it for now. Thank you.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 2:10 pm
When I woke up this morning it was like early. I was left alone. I felt sorry for Marthe this morning. After i woke up I fell asleep again. Never was and never will be. I don't know. Evanescence i guess. Everybody's fool. I'm so freaking bored. I still don;t know what my story's gonna be about. Lily Le Torneau. She's freaking hot. Not as hot as Konimaka. Tessa made me feel sick again. Freaking b*****d. She always texted when she cut herself again, and then I felt even worse. I hate her. I wanna help her. Marieke feels bad. Lotte left her alone. They were about to watch a movie at Marieke's place, and then Lotte went to de Mac. That sucks! Am talking to Marieke, with random stuff. wahmbulance Waaazzzaaaa. I need an ambulance. I feel like.... ugh. I don't know. Hyper. Tired. Bored. Sick. Weird. I am weird. You know why? I have two eyes!!! And two ears!!! And a mouth. With a tongue. You can do fun stuff with your tongue. Like... Yea. And I have a nose. Which is really weird. I am home again. And I miss my girlfriend. Somehow. I saw her monday. What day is it today? What day is it tomorrow? Tomorrow Don Noir is coming over. I guess. He was bored. I am bored. Nieuwbouw Wijk. Ron lives their. Yes, he does. It's dutch. Claudia de Breij. Konimaka saw her live. I wanted to go with her. But I couldnt. Tickets were sold out. And I had an exchange thingie. Or so. Domo domo domo domo vla =] Er hangt te weinig sfeer. They have to do something bout that. Really. She has a husband. She doesnt. Claudia has a wife. That rocks. Like s**t. s**t rocks. Yes, it does. Actually, it smells. Like teen spirit. Nope. Not at all. Teddies =] They rock. Like music. Music is life. Life is music. Love is life. Life is love. Right. Я сошла с ума. Love this song. Though it;s sad, orso. Ya tebya lyublyu. Ik kan het niet anders vervoegen crying And I don't understand a thing of this song, but it rocks =D Lalalaa heart
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
YA SO-SHLA S U-MA
Menya polnostyu net Absolyutno vser'ez Situastsiya help Situastsiya SOS
Ya sebya ne pojmu Ty otkuda vzyalas Pochemu, pochemu? Na tebya povelas
Vyklyuchaestsya svet Ya keuda - to lechu Bez tebya menya net Nichego ne khogu
Eto medlennyj yad Eto svodit s uma A oni govoryat - vinovata sama A oni govoryat - vinovata sama
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
YA SO-SHLA S U-MA MNE NU-ZHA 0-NAAAA
Bez tebya ya ne ya Bez tebya menya net A oni govoryat Govoryat eto bred
Eta solnechnye yad Zolotye luchi A oni govoryat Nado srochno lechit
Ya khotela zabyt do upora I vniz Ya schitala stolby I Rusteryannykh ptits Bez tebya menya net, otpyasti otpyasti Do ugla po stene mama-papa prosti...
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
Raz, dva posle pyati Mama papa prosti Ya so-shla s u-ma Raz, dva posle pyati Mama papa prosti Ya so-shla s u-ma
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma...
It looks beautiful.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 2:40 pm
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma I have lost my mind, I have lost my mind Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona I need her, I need her Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma Bla bla, all the same Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona Yep, the same too.
YA SO-SHLA S U-MA I HAVE LOST MY MIIIND
Menya polnostyu net My, something not, Absolyutno vser'ez Absolutely serious Situastsiya help Situation help, Situastsiya SOS Situation SOS (Save Our Souls. Or Set out Sailing. Or See Our Show.)
Ya sebya ne pojmu I something you ... Ty otkuda vzyalas You, no idea what it is... Pochemu, pochemu? Why, why? Na tebya povelas Something with no, and something with you xD
Vyklyuchaestsya svet Such an awesome word... No idea what it means. Ya keuda - to lechu I ... bla bla bla Bez tebya menya net Without you I'm not me Nichego ne khogu Never ... something.
Eto medlennyj yad It's ... umm... yeah. Eto svodit s uma It's ... mind... A oni govoryat - vinovata sama And they say - It's my fault A oni govoryat - vinovata sama And they say - It's my fault.
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona All the same, blablabla
YA SO-SHLA S U-MA I HAVE LOST MY MIIIIND MNE NU-ZHA 0-NAAAA I NEED HERRRRR
Bez tebya ya ne ya Without you I am not me, Bez tebya menya net Without you me is not (same as above really.) A oni govoryat And they say Govoryat eto bred They say it's delirium
Eta solnechnye yad It's something... Zolotye luchi Bla bla bla A oni govoryat And they say Nado srochno lechit Umm, something!
Ya khotela zabyt do upora I vniz I should know what khotela means... Ya schitala stolby I Rusteryannykh ptits I ... something with a long word Bez tebya menya net, otpyasti otpyasti Without you I'm not me, umm, I forgot what happens next... Do ugla po stene mama-papa prosti... Bla bla bla, mama, papa, forgive me...
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona Blabla, same old, same old
Raz, dva posle pyati One, two, after five (the time I think) Mama papa prosti Mama, papa, forgive me. Ya so-shla s u-ma I have lost my mind Raz, dva posle pyati One, two, after five Mama papa prosti mama, papa forgive me Ya so-shla s u-ma I have lost my mind
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona Yes, you know the drill...
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma... And that's where the story ends. I have lost my mind.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 4:12 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 6:16 am
What's your favorite chocolate? Plain *duh* xD What color is your phone? Black! biggrin What's your grandmother's middle name? Should I know that? O_O What's on your mousepad? Don't have one =] What's the last thing you printed out? Uh... fanfic ^.^ Sweeney Todd ^^
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 6:37 am
What's your favorite pair of trousers? How many fingers do you type with? How many arms and hands would you like to have? Are you a democrat or republican? Would you kill a nazi? Are you creative enough to think of a creative answer to this question?
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 11:46 am
What's your favorite pair of trousers? Dunno xDDDD How many fingers do you type with? Depends xDD How many arms and hands would you like to have? 2 arms are enough for me ^^ unless I need to do something with more xD Are you a democrat or republican? democrat, I guess Would you kill a nazi? The nazi told me to do so. Are you creative enough to think of a creative answer to this question? No, 42
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 10:10 am
Why does everyone keep answering my questions. They're retarted. The questions, I mean.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 12:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 2:40 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 2:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 4:07 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 10:53 am
Retard, but still, I love you <3
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 5:13 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 10:58 am
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