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Friday, April 07, 2006

First non-emo post

Home, love, family
There once a time
I must have had them too


What do you do, when you become a stranger to your family? I'm lost, home no longer is home, and I don't belong. Tired of searching for lost identity. There is only so much searching one can do before it wears them out, and I've reached that point. I no longer know what I want in life, I no longer know what the future holds, I no longer know what makes me happy.


I've found a bit of myself in someone else, a gentle reminder of the past; a repeat of a memory from so long ago. Inseparable. It’s been so long, yet it seemed like just yesterday. Some bonds just are unbreakable, especially ones that last for eight years.


Well anyways aside from the emotional ramblings, I have great news. Cat gave me great news today. Seven tickets to the Hollaback thingy, I get to chill with my gorgeous sweethearts and catch The Click Five live. This has definitely made my day. Oh gosh I hope my parents let me go.


I'm hyperventilating! Lily's online let me go tell her the great news. Then I'll call grace and squeal with her. Goshgoshgosh! It's so whoa! I hope, pray, wish my mother says yes. It would be awesome. The click five. Oh my gosh. Okay. Breathe.


I'm not feeling extremely coherent don’t mind me while I bounce off the walls in jubilation. I want to scream, its bubbling at the pit of my stomach, and rising to the top popping. I've never felt this happy in a long time. Excitement mingled with pure crazy bimbotic cheeriness. I think my huge smile is scaring my brother.


All I want to do is scream.


Scream. SCREAM. scream. ScReAm.


Well since eloquence clearly isn't going to be part of this entry, you may as well stop reading now. It's like a daydream, but its real. Screamscreamscream. Don't attempt to understand this, you won't. Trust me.


The Click Five. THE click five. As in the: like the real band.


Oh my god. OH MY GOD.


I just love their songs, they're so fluff, they allow for escape into a dream, my very own fairy tale starring me and …yeah right like I'm really going to tell you. Well I'm off to go squeal more. Leave you guys in peace from my highness. Even though I am your highness. Yes I know being unexplainably extremely high makes the lameness kick in.

All right I’m off.

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Just a question: How is that even possible?

6:58 AM

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