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heart I feel most happy when..
I get complimented. My hair is curly on one side in the morning (I was a curly headed kid when I was a baby... then it got straight... then it got frizzy... now it's curly frizzy.) My boyfriend texts me. (: I watch a movie that I end up totally loving. I feel confident. I change my avatar's clothes. haha I hear a song that gets stuck in my head, but not in an annoying way (ie. Usher - Something Special) I watch American Idol, and Adam Lambert hits a high note. haah! Makes my Tuesday nights all the more exciting!! I'm not shunned by the younger group of girls in my choir (I feel so old, yet look so young... WOE IS ME...) I get ice cream from Coldstone's. I'm eating a cheeseburger and vanilla shake from In n' Out. I watch my Korean dramas. I don't have to worry about my grades... stupid Human Biology!!! I randomly run into people I haven't seen in awhile. I don't go day without human contact (I'm a very needy person for social contact)
phieepickle · Sun May 17, 2009 @ 06:25pm · 0 Comments |
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I finally got over you.
The one who hugged and held me the way I always wanted to be held; tightly, securely, like someone fragile who needed to be held. The one who danced with me, at the wrong time, in the right place. The one who gently touched my face when I was sad. The one who surprised me the most with his words. The one who would stare at me intensely for minutes, and not say one word, speaking with his eyes and not his mouth.
And I understood you. I understood you so well. But when I had someone, you got someone else too. So I backed off. But when I broke up with him, you didn't break up with her. At least, I don't think so... But I'm too afraid to ask. And it's not my business to ask you. But now that I've seen you, my face doesn't heat up anymore. I don't get the kind of feelings that I had before with you. So, I feel that I've finally gotten over whatever it was that I had with you.
phieepickle · Sat Sep 27, 2008 @ 07:37pm · 0 Comments |
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Dark Blue In a Crowded Room |
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WHEN I'M HEERE WITH YOU.
Jack's Mannequin you make me sing along. So damn catchy.
Why ask me to do a duet when the girl you like (over and over you have told me that) is in the same room? I know, I just know, that she was waiting for you to ask her. She would have adored you for it, if you stood right next to her and sang clumsily. She wouldn't have cared if you were off key or sucked. If only YOU HAD ******** ASKED HER FIRST!!
You should know by now. Sometimes women want a man who takes initiative. You already took it, but I feel like you could have tried so damn much harder. .________________________________________________________________. Well... my mother knows his mother. She has already made good friends with people on the swim team. Just when I was giving in.
DAMNIT! She already made friends with the people, so why do I need to join? Why do I need to show my flab to the world?! I don't wanna be around people who look like sticks wearing speedos and swimsuits. And they all look so great in a damn swimsuit, but I look like a huge ball... I don't know. I just don't like walking around with a swimsuit. I feel so damn self-conscious.
Hold my hands close to your heart Ooh, baby, cause I wanna know If you feel the way that I do
Oh, if only he didn't hug everything in sight, he would be soo wonderful.
Our tea parties will commence 2 weeks later. And I will invite him. biggrin
Yay for tea parties!
phieepickle · Sun May 20, 2007 @ 06:36am · 0 Comments |
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You're an a*****e. But I can't stop looking at you. I want you to be the horrible person who ruins dates by bringing your father along to the movies to judge whether or not your date is good enough for you. But you're not horrible at all. You're just an a*****e.
Why the hell do I get jealous when you talk to other girls? I don't own you, I don't want to be anywhere near you. But when I'm next to you, and you look at me and smile, I smile back. Why the hell do I smile back?!
But I flinch when you brush past me. And it makes me so uncomfortable.
I'm so confused by you.
You're an a*****e.
phieepickle · Tue Feb 20, 2007 @ 03:13am · 0 Comments |
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When I was a little girl, I saw him as a vague memory. A boy and his violin. I remember his little red bow tie, his crisp white shirt ironed without a single wrinkle to be seen, reminding me of a monkey dancing for his obese Italian owner shouting "Dance, my little monkey, dance!" while playing music with his annoying accordion. He was, undeniably, a nerd. A labeled nerd in my eyes.
He graduated before I hit puberty, and I never thought about him again, my heart at the time set upon a boy I knew would never love me in the way I wanted to. I wanted to be held tight, to have a hand to grab onto when everything was lost, to be loved, to be noticed, I wanted Prince Charming. Little ol' me, awkward, 12-year-old me.
I thought he was Prince Charming, because, like me, he was hidden behind ugly circular glasses (J.K. Rowling got the whole Harry Potter glasses idea from us), incredibly sweet, and he made me laugh until my eyes watered, and when I did the same for him, I would watch in awe, as his smile stretched from ear to ear, and he grabbed his stomach, and stomped his feet (a natural habit that would make me laugh along with him). I was happy to be in the same room with him, to breathe the same air. I was in "love." In reality, I was obsessed. But I called it love just the same.
But this kind of "love" didn't last too long. My friend, jealous that I was a record holder for Longest Crushing on a Boy Ever, rounded up HER best friend and played tricks on me, putting notes into my cubby, written (resembling his handwriting) messily, by my Prince Charming saying he would meet me up on the monkey bars to confess his undying love for me. And I was a gullible tubby little girl, waiting on those monkey bars for the whole recess, believing that this would be the day that I would find love. That friend that I thought supported me didn't, and decided that my lifelong love for my Prince Charming since Kindergarten should be confessed, and being the spawn of Satan that she was, pulled him aside and told him.
I mistook him for a funny, but incredibly wise, mature, smart boy, and he mistook my love for a game. He scooted his desk away from mine whenever I sat down in it(we sat near each other), and my once friend now sworn enemy, would laugh evilly, her voice echoing in my mind, haunting me for the rest of the school year.
My Prince Charming wasn't Prince Charming at all. He was just a boy I knew I couldn't have, but desperately wanted anyways. Desperately, with a passion, I wanted to be loved. I wanted Prince Charming, but Prince Charming didn't want anything to do with me.
But then my little Italian monkey grew up, and took to the piano, and whenever he played upon it, I would try my hardest to not to stare, not to look. I had found a new person to attach my years of longing to be loved to.
phieepickle · Sun Feb 18, 2007 @ 07:40am · 0 Comments |
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NO! Aaron... look at her duckbutt. It's so big!
Welcome to the Record- Hellogoodbye.
I felt annoyed when I saw him(even though I secretly wanted him to come). I just got angry. But I couldn't look at him. So instead I glared at the priest. And then I felt like I was gonna start crying. But I laughed it away crazily in my mind. I tried to sing, but I felt my voice fading. It wasn't it's usual loud volume like the boombox at beer parties. Instead it was quiet... like awkward silence.
My Kuuu- YA! (brother) told me that beer tastes like s**t. But I'm still curious. I mean, I NEED TO KNOW WHAT IT TASTES LIKE. But I'll stay innocent, and wait till college.
"Look. These pants make my butt look big. I hate it." __ Future Rapper, JP.
You so stanky!
phieepickle · Sun Feb 04, 2007 @ 03:21am · 0 Comments |
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Que sera, sera Whatever will be will be... |
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Is it really really bad that I am unable to say no to people who I feel intimidated by? I think it's good enough that I admitted that.
I want...
__ To see Hellogoodbye in concert __ To not be in a REALationship with a man who I trust and love too much to know and see that he's being controlling __ To stop being a procrastinator (Me and my leg... tsk, tsk.) __ To go to college __ To stop being mad that he sat near me today __ To have a solo __ To master that song on the guitar, damnit. __ To tell my SECONDbestguy friend to stop being such an idiot and to STOP planning his next move... it's not chess it's freakin' chemistry. __ To meet Gabe Bondoc again!
Don't stand so close to me Don't look so intently at me I freeze I can't breathe I can't deal with you so near
phieepickle · Tue Jan 23, 2007 @ 04:19am · 0 Comments |
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Meet me by the vending machine. |
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Jens Lekman- Julie
I'm procrastinating.
When I got home I ran to my backyard door, and bent down, my chubby little face peering out the glass door, expecting that skinny stick of a cat to be meowing, demanding to be let into the house. I was triumphantly right, only to find that I had gotten a prize along with him. I silently screamed (out of excitement) in my mind, and stared at a boy, no a man, stooping down to pet MY cat. That cheater. My cat must be a hustler. It seemed like time had stopped for a moment. I was witnessing an affair between a cat and a man. I quickly straightened up, deciding to break up their happiness, and unlocked the door, which to my surprise became hard for me to unlock. When I finally opened it, my cat sped inside, and I looked up to find that man looking at me, his eyes piercing mine, burning the plastic off my glasses. He was tall, he was handsome. "Oh is that your cat?" he asked. I nodded, speechless, staring in awe. He turned around to walk up the stairs, paused, turned his head as if about to say something, but decided not to and kept walking. I stared at him rudely, for what seemed hours, and was jolted back to reality by the feminine meow coming from my male masculine cat.
My life in short story.
phieepickle · Tue Jan 16, 2007 @ 07:08am · 0 Comments |
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