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Name: Freddy
Country: United States
State: Florida
Metro: Crestview
Birthday: 9/19/1991
Interests: You, of course! I know all about /you./ Like what you REALLY did last summer. You naughty, naughty child, you.
Also, if I ever comment you, it most likely means:
1. I stalked you...o.o
2. You're gonna die in your next dream
3. I suscribed to you, you lucky effer! X3
Expertise: Explosions! And cat-nip. And making stuff glow in the dark. But mostly explosions.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
12/27/2005
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|  <---- me on my birthday  I look vewy lellow. *nodnod*
 <---- Wooo! Blurryness.
 <------ Me and my Willy Wonka sunglasses...^-^
 <---- I'm just too cool for school, m'dear.
 <---- Me and my Johnny Depp action figure
 <---- Nyaah! I'mma alien!
 <---- Muwah. <3
 This doesn't look /too/ dirty, does it? 'Cause my friends say that it does. xDD
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| I'm feeling a lot better since I last wrote in here. And it's all just because of one person...I love him so much that it's painful. We've been together for only a few days, like since TUesday or something, but I still feel really strongly about him. My boyfriend, Johnathan. I feel so happy. He kissed me for the first time yesterday. It was really awkward! I was thinking that he was going to kiss my cheek like he had been doing all day, but then he was really trying to get my lips and BAM! Whoops. xD But then he took me in the hallway to kiss me the right way. ^-^ He makes me so happy. And I miss him. I can't stop smiling! I really think I'm in love. Hey, I think I owe you guys some new pictures. =]  Mee and mah haaats....^-^
Well, I'm too impatient to load anymore pictures. But don't worry, I will later. =] I'm so happy. And I want another kiss. ^-^ | | |
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gaak! i haden't commented! i thought i had! >.< sooooory
but anywaysh.. ya should stop holding off and post the whole thing!
neeh, well, i wanna talk to yooh... and for some reason or another, when i say that on your xanga, it like, sends signals to you or something and you get on relatively soon after. so... get online! >.<
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| Remember that girly quiz I took a while ago and on;y scored 12% on it? Well, now I'm down to 11%. Why? Because now I've got a job. I work at Pizza Hut now.
I hate my job. Everyone expects me to know how to do stuff without explaining anything to me first. I hate it! It makes me feel so stupid. And then when I'm already busy enough, someone tells me to do them a favor and go bus a table or get more lettuce from the salad bar or something. And then when I'm done with that, all the work I had started earlier just doubled when I wasn't looking, making me have more work to do than before!
I think I'm getting better with Pizza Hut's computers, though. I was pretty much shut in a corner yesterday trying to wrap silverware. Everytime I had one ste wrapped, the phone rang! THen I had to take someone's order, blah blah blah, and then when I was done, the silverware multiplied! Just like little metal bunnies! 0_o And I never got to finish wrapping silverware. Bleeeh.
But before everything was so busy and before I was about ready to rip the phone out of the wall, this one girl named Jennifer had a bouncy ball from the quarte machines, and we bounced it back and forth for a couple minutes. But then we stopped. Blegh. I think that was the funnest part of my day yesterday. XD
Also, something kinda weird happened when I was in the back storage room getting lettuce. THere was one dude that was folding boxes, and he called me over to him. He asked how old I was. When I told him I was fourteen, he was like, "Ohh! You're just a little baby!" T-T And then he asked something about me going to his house and drinking beer and stuff, but I really didn't understand his accent too well, and I didn't wanna look stupid by saying "whaaat?" a thousand times. So I just said "I don't know" and avoided him the rest of the day. @____o
Hmmnn. I think I liked school better than work. Work is so mindless and repetative, so half of my day really wouldn't be worth writing about because it was so monotonous. But at school, something different was happening every minute.
I knid of think working at Pizza Hut is a waste of my summer. I'm still just a kid. I want to be able to spend my summer doing what /I/ want to do. Sure, I get paid and stuff, but I really don't think it's worth it when I'm becoming so distant from my friends. My mom is only making me keep the job because she doesn't want me on the internet. She doesn't want anything bad to happen because some psycho 40-year-old man posed as an internet friend and then decided to find me and then rape or kill me. But does she really think I'm stupid enough to give out information like my adress and whatever over the internet?
I'm just a kid...I shouldn't be working 5 days a week.
Anyway, I need to get off the subject of Pizza Hut. It's warping my miiind. @__@
Well, I'm starting to write a story. There's no plan to it or anything. It might not be the most reliable way to write something, because I'll never know how it ends until I write an ending. But writing like this is a lot more fun. But I might plan out portions of it at a time as I write it, just so I don't get completely off the topic that I was trying to write about.
And just because I can, I'm going to show what I've written so far. Maybe I'll even continue to do that throughout my xanga entries. We'll see. Well, here it is...
Band Geeks, by Zarfox.
In the faint silver glow of a starry night, the sillohette of a hand attatched to a scrawny, boney wrist slamming its palm on a whining alarm clock could be seen through the sheer gray curtains that hung in front of a window. A bundle of black sheets began to slip--further and further--from the bed that was in the room behind the black curtain. Then the bundle hit the wooden floor with a hearty 'thud.'
A thin, pale torso topped with a mop of lime-green, shaggy hair sat up, groaning from its fall. Phillip was the name of the groaning body. But most people just called him "Freaky," thanks to his somewhat startling appearance and his original way of thinking. And although it was rare for him to speak out to a stranger, his actions sometimes made him "freaky" too. But no matter how "Freaky" he was, that never stopped him from having a 14th birthday--which would begin only in a matter of minutes.
The dim, green glow-in-the-dark stars on Freaky's boxers were one of the few things that lit the dark room. His eyes were drawn to the other source of light in the room--his alarm clock--that had so shrewdly snapped his mind out of another abstract dream. THe blue numbers of the analog clock stared up at him reliably--11:57 p.m. Only three minutes untill the call. He had set his cell phone to vibrate instead of ring, so he wouldn't wake up his mom--a thin, middle-aged widow--or sweet little Erica, his one-and-a-half-year-old little sister.
He untangled his pale, long legs from the sheets and threw them in a wad on the small, twin-sized bed that he had let himself fall off of.
11:58 was the time then. Two more minutes.
Freaky went to his closet, sliding the wodden door open as quietly as he could. He stuck his left arm in the closet, fishing for a pair of pants. He found a pair, and, gripping the chains attatched to them so they wouldn't jingle so loudly, he pulled them over his glowing boxers and strung a studded belt through the belt loops. He then searched his floor, and found a semi-clean shirt and his Jack Skellington hoodie. He pulled them on over his bare torso. Not bothering to put on a pair of socks, he slipped his feet into a pair of black shoes whose laces were so loose that the shoes flapped against his feet with every step he took. After that, only his hair was noticable, because his black clothes blended in perfectly with his black surroundings.
11:59 was the time that the blue numbers on the clock were saying. As soon as he turned away from the clock, a vibrating noise could be heard coming from his computer chair. It was his cell phone.
~TO BE CONTINUED!~
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| Alrighty...I'm back among the living. Which means...I've got a lot of ranting to do.
FIrst I wanna say...Are all boys such shallow dumbasses? I'm sick of this. They stare at anything showing a lot of tanned, perfect skin and acting "normal." THen they hate the girls dressed in black. The "weird" girls. Only desperate guys would even dare to think about them. I wish everyone in the world understood each other. Then there would be no critisism.
Speaking of critisism, I hate my mom. She keeps bothering me about how I wear my eyeliner "too thick," and how the way I am is pushing people away from me. I thought she was supposed to love me no matter how weird I look and act. I hate her. I hate how she squints at me in the morning like she's blind. I hate how she always walks in on me while I'm putting on my make-up. I hate that she never leaves me alone when I've had a bad day.
TOday wasn't too bad, though. Not till the end, anyway. THat's because I went on a field-trip to the gokart track today. All day. No class. No teachers breathing on the back of your neck. Just a bunch of weird eighth graders, like me.
We left with our homerooms this morning. I left my Harry Potter book in the band room (that's my homeroom,) so I would only have to carry my purse to the track. Then after waiting in the gym lobby for the buses, (a guy named Kodi did a stripper's kind of "happy birthday" dance for my friend Brittany while we waited,) we walked to the buses, (where there was lots of crowd-ness, to my annoyance,) and looooaded.
I sat with Brittany, a tall girl that is "normal." But she's nice, so that's okay. But there was this cold sore on her lip that I couldn't help but stare at for a couple seconds. It was...pulsating...and...bubbly. But I felt terrible for thinking about that before, because some girl on the bus was like, "eew! What's that?!" to her.
I got bored there, just sitting in a blue seat with nothing to do, bouncing as the bus hit bumps on the road. So I pulled out my camera. I've got this video of me during the spring break on my camera. On the video, I put these two squawking bird puppets on my hands and turned on my CD player to the song "Shimmy." Eventually, the green squawky bird steals my hat, and so I bite it and jump on the bed with hit, chewing on it and shaking my head wildly, like a crazy chihuahua. I showed the video to some people on the bus. Heh. XD Then I tried to take peoples' pictures, but everyone's always insanely camera shy, and it's not even funny, man...So instead, I just took a bunch of self-portraits. XD
I think I was blinded by all the camera-flashing-ness in my face after I got off the bus. I saw dots for a while.
As I got off the bus, some guy stamped my hand, but I already had covered it with sharpies, so it didn't show up too well.
Anyway, I have to finish this later. Entertain yourselves. XD
Give him back his sweater
that poor fellow has only orchestrated symphonies
into the poisoned ant hills.
You have tried I'm afraid
don't let it hurt
I shouldn't stay
show your cards now.
I want out stain the tub
clot the streak
cock the wheel
push it deep
fallen shade drowsy left me hopeless,
carve my head
great disguise took a breath
gave it back
early-aged,self pitying, misfit, experience, coincidence, quality menstruating.
it makes more sense to speak nonsense.
What is it like to scatter organs all over a deeply pasteurized land?
Just like a cat without a mouse
it masturbates
it violates Sadistic dresser.
Just like a cat without a mouse
it masturbates
it violates Sadistic dresser.
Just like a cat without a mouse
it masturbates
it violates Sadistic dresser.
Just like a cat without a mouse
it masturbates
it violates
Maybe it's the ability to choose
that makes a wounded player take to the field
and laugh at his injury
than to be fed peas and carrots by his sitter.
Farewell to the oldsmobile
acknowledge the new models.
Farewell to the oldsmobile
acknowledge the new models.
farewell farewell .
Set me back in my old sweater
for an hour or two
I can obtain satisfaction mutilating ones humilating me.
You have tried I'm afraid
don't let it hurt
I shouldn't stay
show your cards
now I want out
strain the tub
clot the steak
cock the wheel
push it deep
fallen shade drowsy left me hopeless
carve my head
great disguise took a breath gave it back
early-aged self pitying misfit
What is the point of laying in a comfortable position if you can't fall asleep in it? | | |
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