note: potential employers: please do not judge me on my diaryland. that's lame.

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2002.09.02 11:30 p.m.

a long, many-sectioned day. i slept barely enough to function. work was insane insanely busy. i didn't stop all day. it was interesting though i suppose. jeremy was there. and trying so hard to flirt with me and all i could think about was how ugly his hair is and how huge he is. these are just surface things, maybe to make myself feel better about not wanting to talk to him really.
i think i'd be a slut, except being a slut implies that you like it. that that's what you intend to do. but most of the time i have the best intentions.
he just kept talking to me. when i was really busy and didn't even have time to look at him. it was stupid and immature and we both handled it badly. moreso him, because he can't understand, or something. (i'm such a bad person). it's hard for me to understand too i guess. my theory of not ever dating anyone is good. i will stick to that. you also avoid being hurt quite well. i guess some people would say that it's worth it...to get hurt, to feel that good about someone. so i'll wait until i feel that good.

someday. don't worry.

i've been so lucky in some ways so far. i've been with everyone i've really wanted (needed?). that sounds wrong/bad. do you know what i mean though? i feel like my life has been complete up till now. (including now.)

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oooooo i talk about boys. ooooo.

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i wish that i was leaving the country too.
maybe soon. maybe never i guess. i'm going to start doing research into schools soon. deciding where i want to apply. i might have to upgrade something.....maybe. although, in frank honesty, i have no idea what my marks were. at all. i'm guessing fine though. i got a seventy in chemistry. suck that all you homework-doers. my drama mark sucked, but over-ruled by winning the drama award i think. who fucking cares? fuck some shit up! i'm going to blow this fucking place up.

sorry.

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i just feel like continuously writing. for-ever. man, that play i did where i was a baby. that was great. i wish you all saw it, and though 'oh, how clever she is...'

graeme: start editing.

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you know about self-fullfilling prophecy, hey? well, can we start doing that with me? just refering to 'when i'm away at film school', and 'when i have my agent' and 'my first big film' and so on......? it'll be like when kids are just always told they'll go to university and choose a well-paying career. and then they do, because that's the plan, and that's their life. can we do that?

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i'm going to be fucking famous. and i'm going to still write on diaryland. but the site's going to implode because of how many people go on it. and no one's ever going to be able to spread rumors about how i'm a slut or a bad actor or fat (well, i guess those last two weren't really rumors...) because i will be spreading them first.
not that i'm vain or anything.

. by the way, way to by....

previously - and then

*oh random entry*

all the diarylands. - 2008.02.21
I move my head. - 2008.01.27
read the other one. - 2008.01.21
was Medium? - 2008-01-17
Or maybe I won't. - 2008.01.15

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