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(no subject) [Nov. 22nd, 2004|06:13 pm]
Michelle
In a world full of black dress-up shoes I am the orange loafers.
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(no subject) [Nov. 21st, 2004|06:55 pm]
Michelle
When will happy little nothings start to flow out of my head again?
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(no subject) [Nov. 21st, 2004|01:42 am]
Michelle
Forget. Forget everything you once believed. Forget what you've been taught. Forget your name. Forget familiar faces. Start anew. I want to start a new. Forgetting is the easiest solution to everything. Drink. Drown your memories and sorrow in a glass of "losing all hibitions". Cry. Cry before bed. Wake up anew. Wake up smiling. Leave your thoughts on your pillow like a mint in a hotel. Leave your lover just the same. Forget I am writing this messy clutter of words. Forget that I haven't written a solid thing in months. Remember how good I used to be. Remember how good I still am. Remember my eyes. My hands. Remember your heart, it's the only thing that's real. Remember.
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(no subject) [Nov. 12th, 2004|09:19 am]
Michelle
I'm awesome.
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(no subject) [Oct. 27th, 2004|11:39 am]
Michelle
[mood |hopefulMaking my comeback]

Wow (he thought to himself),
you sifted that through your teeth
like a pro.
Can I get an instant replay?


Have you heard of love at first sight?
How 'bout lust at first fuck?
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(no subject) [Oct. 15th, 2004|02:08 pm]
Michelle
[music |Glassjaw.]

My heart stays in the lead....
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An Update of Sorts [Oct. 3rd, 2004|12:43 pm]
Michelle
[mood |indifferentindifferent]
[music |Postal Service]

My writing is suffering.
My head is exploding.
But I am content.
The Postal Service keeps me alert.
Boys keep me awake.
But I am content.
I don't know where home is.
I don't want to know where home is.
But I am content.
I've lost my keys.
I've lost my ID.
But I am content.
My hair is too long.
My legs bruise too easily.
But I am content.
Diet Coke is my water.
Pancakes make me sick.
But I am content.
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Today's doctor extravaganza [Aug. 17th, 2004|05:09 pm]
Michelle
[mood |scaredparanoid]

So I had to go back to the doctor today for a check up on my Acid Reflux Disease and get more pills for it... I also had to get some blood work done to check out my iron levels and such...I also wanted to ask her about this weird cut that I had on my finger that was all gross and puss filled...

So the doctor is going fine when I first go there, checking my BP and everything. Gave me more pills. And I mention to her the cut on my finger and she grabs my hand and is like "That is a bad infection. How long have you had it?" and I was like "only a few days" So she decides that I have to have my finger frozen and she has to cut out the puss. And I'm like, whatever, I'm already here, might as well. She takes this cool liquid stuff that freezes my finger right away and then takes the razor blade and cuts open my finger and squeezes all the stuff out. She said if it's still red in a few days I have to go on meds for it....weird.

After that, the nurse came in to take my blood. I had to give two tubes full of it. I give her my right arm and she finds the vein and shit and starts to fill up the first tube.. after it was full she disconnects it from the needle in my arm and starts to connect the second tube. But this time no blood comes out. Shes like "hm, that's weird." and of course I start to panic and think, whats wrong with my arm.. The nurse starts to jab the needle around in my arm trying to find blood... but she can't. So she said" we will have to use your other arm" So she pulls the needle out and then all the fucking blood starts coming out. She gave me this gause(sp) to hold it with to make it stop, but it still kept coming, so she put a bandaid over the gause and continued with my next arm. This time it goes fine.. but now I have two sore arms and a cut up finger.

Weirdest doctor experience for me so far....I am still convinced she messed up my vein and my arm is going to fall off...
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(no subject) [Aug. 12th, 2004|03:56 am]
Michelle
[mood |tiredAwake.]
[music |Vaux]

I feel like I don't sleep anymore. I am just always awake. Even when I am in bed, I never fully seem to be asleep. I have dark bags under my eyes. They want to sleep. But I am just constantly awake. Things on my mind? Maybe. Too much thinking? Definitely. Worrying? Always. I need to get to sleep one of these days before the sun comes up. I am forever ending my days as everyone else is starting theirs. The 7 segments of a week seem to all blur together. I lose track of what exact day it is. I lose track of who I am. I guess that's just how it goes. School starts in a few weeks. How am I ever going to get back into a normal sleep schedule so I don't burn myself out. Right now it seems far from feesable. I read my nights away. I drown my mind in music. I stay out too late. I wake up too late. Everything just slight of right.
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(no subject) [Aug. 3rd, 2004|01:40 am]
Michelle
Hello Houston. Do you copy... this is me losing my self respect..this is me eatting a ham sandwich and loving it... this is me being someone different...this is me liking it...this is me signing off.
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