did you see bjork sing at the opening ceremony of the olympics?! i did. but i might have enjoyed it more if my loud relatives weren't fighting over the 4 boxes of pizza in my grandmother's tiny hotel room and if katie couric and bob costas weren't going on about her damn swan dress that should be stuffed in their mouths until they suffocate.

...i know a billion truths and philosophical ramblings. but what do i really know? nothing. i'm fifteen. i'm a girl in a pretty little public high school in a pretty little house in a pretty little neighborhood. what do i know?

i feel like i'm jumping on an elevator-weightless and pulled down at the same time.

the other day me and edward went to tower theater, and after that to jamba juice. we decided to give the people fake names. my name was astrid and his was hugo. unfortunately they didn't give us our receipts with our fake names on them. we wanted them as souvenirs. boycott jamba juice!

all around me are familiar faces
worn out places - worn out faces
bright and early for their daily races
going nowhere - going nowhere
and their tears are filling up their glasses
no expression - no expression
hide my head i want to drown my sorrow
no tommorow - no tommorow

and i find it kind of funny
i find it kind of sad
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