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Name: Donna
Birthday: 4/28/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: Ah, my four favorite movies of all time are Donnie Darko, A Clockwork Orange, Labyrinth, and Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. My favorite books are The Catcher in the Rye and 1984; the last inspired me to try to destroy the number system. Ah, I love Shakespeare. My favorite band is Incubus, but I listen to a ton of music. I want to be a coroner! I hate fishies, nasty little things. And I hate irresponsible people. Not so much the ones that have little periods of being irresponsible, but the ones that are like that all the time. The kind of people that don't do their work and goof around and blame it on other people when they end up being prostitutes. Yeah, that's right, I said prostitutes.
Expertise: I'm the master of arguing. I could argue forever, especially with stupid people. And I like confusing people, it's fun. Ah, I'm fairly good when it comes to knowing the bizarre, such as how to perform an autopsy and how long it takes before a corpse produces enough gas to float to the surface of a lake.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
Message: message me
AIM:  silverkittie713
Member Since:
11/9/2003
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| I feel like shit. My money is almost all gone. I feel like somebody kicked me really hard right under my ribs. I have no libido. I feel alone. I feel like shit. | | |
| Today is the last day of school, and it's just now hitting me that I will never be at Santa Fe again.
Having finals after graduation is stupid simply because it makes graduation have a sense of false closure. Senior Day and graduation are supposed to be closure rituals that finalize the end of high school and he deaths of the people we were. Coming back for finals ruins the closure and students carry on like it's any other day. I didn't get closure, and now the door is closed.
I walked out to my car and realized that it would be the last time I ever did it. I still have crap in my locker, and paintings in Coplin's class. I didn't have the chance to say goodbye to some of my friends, and it could quite possibly be the last time I ever see them again. I died today. College is the joyous rebirth, but I feel lost and mislead, and it seems like for the first time in my life I have no idea what to do. I hate change. I wish I could stay the same forever, but that's not possible, because I died, of course. I couldn't breath after I drove away. I didn't cry, but I don't remember the drive home. And now I'm crying as hard as I can. I hate this.
And I'm quitting smoking. This is hard. I want to hide in my closet.
I love all of you. I'm sorry I had to leave.
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| So graduation is finally over. I sat, and I walked, and then I left. I went afterwards to go eat at TapWerks with my dad, stepmom, and brother. The food was good, and I got my computer and some money. I love my computer: DVD/CD burner, lots of something or other that makes it super fast, a 17" LCD flatscreen monitor, and a pretty kickass printer that I love. After lunch, we were supposed to go see the Daschund Dash, but it was too hot, so I went and saw The Amityville Horror. It sucks, they changed the storyline and rearranged events; I was thoroughly disappointed.
I still have to go back for school this upcoming week, so there is still time to see me. I got my hair cut and colored a dark reddish-brown. The cut is nice, kinda reminds me of a horse mane.
Thank you all who came to graduation. Wish me luck in college!
Cheers,
Cathrine | | |
| Today was Senior Day. The hypnosis thing was fun indeed. Otherwise it sucked, to say the least.
The scab on me knee tore open and appears to be infected. Fun.
I got a headache and took a nap, and I still feel bad.
Watching Team America; it isn't as good as the first time.
I need a cigarette. | | |
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