| so my past couple of days were ok. i stayed at Kate's house. funfunfun. yay! 
and then today totally sucked balls. my Grama had an auction to sell everything. Alison got mad at me for something completely ridiculous. and i haven't had an actual conversation with Jon in about 3 - 4 days. 
Warped Tour kicked ass. i met Chiodos. 
x_Tonya. |
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| So I've had some fun the past few days. I stayed over at Alison's house on Wednesday. hah we slept out in a tent and Jon and Kyle snuck over. fun fun fun. I feel bad because they had to bike like 30 miles, but whatever. They obviously wanted to see us or they wouldn't of came.
Hmm, then yesterday my grama took me shopping for my birthday. Yeah, she got me 2 shirts. What a grama I have.  I hate her and her Fred man.
Now I'm just kind of sitting here because I'm sickkk. I want Jon to get online, I didn't get to talk to him at all today. I miss him so much.
Thats it for now, im out.
x_Tonya.
Walked away. Heard them say,
Poisoned hearts will never change.
Walked away. Again. |
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| wow its been so long. haha. but, eh. my life's boring.
nothing new has happened.
Stine came over yesterday
we watched movies. haha like always.
hmm thats about it.
i'll be 16 in 18 days.
my party is in 14 days.
Warped Tour is in 19 days.
[which by the way, i dont have a ride to]
 
i'll update when something fun happens
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I Love Jon Stine.
[5.22.06]
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| FROM FIRST TO LAST
"The Latest Plague"
What would you say, if this blemished face,
This blemished face with a crooked nose
Had a chance to say whatever he wanted
from his blemished world of the unknown?
Would you give a fuck if all that you heard
Were nouns and verbs like shallow heartache?
The sound of victory blowing up your world, world
Fake faces everywhere I see,
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don't tell me,
Don't tell me where I don't belong
Fake faces everywhere I see,
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don't tell me,
Don't tell me where I don't belong
Oh, I heard a sick sad voice (Oh),
It was honesty, I turned to her and said,
We need to be medicated;
And you're the prescription,
For a forced out vision
If you're with me, send the critics to hell
with the sound of our voices
Fake faces everywhere I see,
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don't tell me,
Don't tell me where I don't belong
Fake faces everywhere I see,
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don't tell me
where I don't belong
All you better-thans that fed us shit,
Will be knocked on the floor,
So don't you place your bets just yet
All you treasure sleepers feed on shit,
You'll be knocked on the floor,
So don't you place...
Fake faces everywhere I see,
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don't tell me,
Don't tell me where I don't belong
Fake faces everywhere I see,
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don't tell me
where I don't belong |
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