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True, lol. I love the outdoors but at the same time I wouldn't want to drive so far for stuff. I'm hopeless, lol.

That would suck big time. I think I'd get tired of having to drive so far away for stuff, lol. Hey, you never know. You might be able to, lol.

That's very true. It's always better to know who you are as a person before getting to know someone else as much as you can. So it's good that you're doing that but it's always when you aren't looking that it happens, lol. So you never know. :P

ven out in public. And there is no smoking age law here either, but you have to eighteen to buy those too.

Nothing, nothing at all. I’ve been so fucking lazy, the only thing I’ve been doing is drinking and taking other drugs, which is fun, but then on the other hand I’m always too fucked to get home so I’ll stay in my car or at a friends house. Just last weekend I went to an engagement party, and I got so mothered I had to sleep in my car. So I wake up, it’s fucking hot as hell, and the sunlight’s burning my eyes, and I thought, this couldn’t get any worse. All I wanted to do was be in my own fucking bed and be alone and be able to sleep more. I look on my window, and someone had written something because it was foggy outside and it had left residue on it. Anyway, I couldn’t remember what it had said, because I woke up still drunk, but all I remember was it having a heart, and I wanted to throw up. Just knowing that someone was watching me while I was asleep was so fucking weird. It was a public street too, so it’s not like it was someone definitely from the party. I get out of the car, to go back into my friends house to go piss before I go home, and I see like this family, with like three kids in soccer uniforms getting into their mini Van all happy family and then they see me. I look like shit, make up smudged around my eyes and hair a mess, and then I throw up in the street, and they were just disgusted. I found it pretty fucking funny. Not at the time, clearly, but later.

It’s like I was born, just to ruin the suburban family’s life. I don’t know how people can do it, live in suburbia I mean. Not that I have ever done it, but I imagine it to be horrible.

Hahahah! I know that! Wanting to kick the shit out of people and sometimes, it just gets so hard to refrain from doing so and you’re just like, “FUCK! I WISH I COULD JUST PAUSE TIME, AND THEN KICK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU!” Kinda like the movie Click.

I don’t remember his name. But I remember you telling me about this boy, and you liked him and you had done stuff with him, but it was forbidden. Fuck, that was a while ago. Tell me how that went. Is there anyone else?

ad’s side that was still alive, because my grandma remarried before I was born and then died when I was like 2. So, yeah.

My grandfather left a note for my grandmother saying that he was going overseas for a couple of months and that was the last she ever saw heard from him. He didn’t even say good bye to her face. The next day, when she was reading the newspaper, she saw an article about a boat that was leaving for some country, I can’t remember where, and kept on going on about how Alan Chappell and his wife, June Chappell were going away on a voyage for a couple of weeks and all this stuff. And my grandma thought it was weird since she [i]wasn’t[/i] going on this trip. She then found out that my granddad had a mistress (or slut as my grandma calls her) and they left together on the boat, she had stolen my grandma’s passport and she was pregnant with twins. Which means somewhere, my dad may have half brothers and/or sisters. After finding out he had gone, my grandma went to her lawyer, and found out that Alan had taken like 3 or 400,000 dollars. Which, legally was only my grandma’s and the lawyer broke the law giving it to my granddad. I keep on telling her that she should take the lawyer to court and get her money back, but for some insane reason she doesn’t want to.

Hell yes. Coke is extremely dangerous, and I always only make sure that I take drugs when I’m safe with friends, my love. ^_^. I love that you don’t tell me to stop, only to be careful. You’d be the best fucking parent ever. Cough cough. Well, maybe not. Haha. Yeah, sometimes you have to learn the bad way; I definitely know that since I know what I’ve been through. But what happened to you? I don’t think we’ve ever talked about this and we don’t have to if you don’t want to.

Hahah! Fuck, yes. It was very, very fun.

Oooh, you’re so lucky its summer. Its winter here and it kinda sucks. Well, it just hit spring actually, so it’s getting to be better weather. Haha, I’m too young to drink here legally, but my mum or dad lets me drink anyway. That’s a pretty awesome law we have here. You have to be 18 to buy alcohol, but if you’re parents buy you the alcohol; you can drink it, even out in public. And there is no smoking age law here either, but you have to eighteen to buy those too.

Nothing, nothing at all. I’ve been so fucking lazy, the only thing I’ve been doing is drinking and taking other drugs, which is fun, but then on the other hand I’m always too fucked to get home so I’ll stay in my car or at a friends house. Just last weekend I went to an engagement party, and I got so mothered I had to sleep in my car. So I wake up, it’s fucking hot as hell, and the sunlight’s burning my eyes, and I thought, this couldn’t get any worse. All I wanted to do was be in my own fucking bed and be alone and be able to sleep more. I look on my window, and someone had written something because it was foggy outside and it had left residue on it. Anyway, I couldn’t remember what it had said, because I woke up still drunk, but all I remember was it having a heart, and I wanted to throw up. Just knowing that someone was watching me while I was asleep was so fucking weird. It was a public street too, so it’s not like it was someone definitely from the party. I get out of the car, to go back into my friends house to go piss before I go home, and I see like this family, with like three kids in soccer uniforms getting into their mini Van all happy family and then they see me. I look like shit, make up smudged around my eyes and hair a mess, and then I throw up in the street, and they were just disgusted. I found it pretty fucking funny. Not at the time, clearly, but later.

It’s like I was born, just to ruin the suburban family’s life. I don’t know how people can do it, live in suburbia I mean. Not that I have ever done it, but I imagine it to be horrible.

Hahahah! I know that! Wanting to kick the shit out of people and sometimes, it just gets so hard to refrain from doing so and you’re just like, “FUCK! I WISH I COULD JUST PAUSE TIME, AND THEN KICK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU!” Kinda like the movie Click.

I don’t remember his name. But I remember you telling me about this boy, and you liked him and you had done stuff with him, but it was forbidden. Fuck, that was a while ago. Tell me how that went. Is there anyone else?

Why did Justin change? We're you guys really close?

The website said that dreaming about being in a movie theater indicates that I'm attempting to protect myself from my emotions and actions. And that viewing them on the screen is meant to project them onto another person and it then makes those feelings and those actions distant. Apparently I could be protecting myself from experiencing them.

But when i looked up the hot air balloon one and then falling, it came up with two different things.

The hot air balloon one was about me overcoming my depression or it's a metaphor that I'm losing my ground on some situation or some problem that i might have. OR, it could mean that it represents the process of individuation and my "quest" to fulfill some spiritual needs.

But wait, there's more!

To dream that I'm falling is an indication of insecurities, instabilities and anxieties. I'm feeling "overwhelmed" and "out of control" in some situation in my waking life.

So after deciding that some fucked up hippy across the world wasn't going to be the decider of whether i'm "depressed" or to complete some sort of fucking quest, I logged off.

I liked the movie! It was funny, the language that Roy’s protégée used was funny, I reckon. At first, I thought the movie was going to be about Roy’s daughter falling in love with Roy's protégée and was really excited to see that, but then watched and realized that they hardly ever see each other. But I liked the film still! Good twist, but there was a little bit of sub text that suggest that she was going to kind of screw him over.

No, Alan (granddad/con artist) didn’t alienate anyone until the day he left. I think. My dad, and my aunty and my uncle are way too young to remember him at all, and my grandma pretty much spits anytime his name is mentioned.

But I was talking about it with my Dad, but I didn’t believe the story he was telling me, so I went to my grandma and she pretty much mirrored what she had said. I didn’t even know I had a grandfather from my Dad’s side that was still alive, because my grandma remarried before I was born and then died when I was like 2. So, yeah.

My grandfather left a note for my grandmother saying that he was going overseas for a couple of months and that was the last she ever saw heard from him. He didn’t even say good bye to her face. The next day, when she was reading the newspaper, she saw an article about a boat that was leaving for some country, I can’t remember where, and kept on going on about how Alan Chappell and his wife, June Chappell were going away on a voyage for a couple of weeks and all this stuff. And my grandma thought it was weird since she [i]wasn’t[/i] going on this trip. She then found out that my granddad had a mistress (or slut as my grandma calls her) and they left together on the boat, she had stolen my grandma’s passport and she was pregnant with twins. Which means somewhere, my dad may have half brothers and/or sisters. After finding out he had gone, my grandma went to her lawyer, and found out that Alan had taken like 3 or 400,000 dollars. Which, legally was only my grandma’s and the lawyer broke the law giving it to my granddad. I keep on telling her that she should take the lawyer to court and get her money back, but for some insane reason she doesn’t want to.

Hell yes. Coke is extremely dangerous, and I always only make sure that I take drugs when I’m safe with friends, my love. ^_^. I love that you don’t tell me to stop, only to be careful. You’d be the best fucking parent ever. Cough cough. Well, maybe not. Haha. Yeah, sometimes you have to learn the bad way; I definitely know that since I know what I’ve been through. But what happened to you? I don’t think we’ve ever talked about this and we don’t have to if you don’t want to.

Hahah! Fuck, yes. It was very, very fun.

Oooh, you’re so lucky its summer. Its winter here and it kinda sucks. Well, it just hit spring actually, so it’s getting to be better weather. Haha, I’m too young to drink here legally, but my mum or dad lets me drink anyway. That’s a pretty awesome law we have here. You have to be 18 to buy alcohol, but if you’re parents buy you the alcohol; you can drink it, even out in public. And there is no smoking age law here either, but you have to eighteen to buy those too.

Nothing, nothing at all. I’ve been so fucking lazy, the only thing I’ve been doing is drinking and taking other drugs, which is fun, but then on the other hand I’m always too fucked to get home so I’ll stay in my car or at a friends house. Just last weekend I went to an engagement party, and I got so mothered I had to sleep in my car. So I wake up, it’s fucking hot as hell, and the sunlight’s burning my eyes, and I thought, this couldn’t get any worse. All I wanted to do was be in my own fucking bed and be alone and be able to sleep more. I look on my window, and someone had written something because it was foggy outside and it had left residue on it. Anyway, I couldn’t remember what it had said, because I woke up still drunk, but all I remember was it having a heart, and I wanted to throw up. Just knowing that someone was watching me while I was asleep was so fucking weird. It was a public street too, so it’s not like it was someone definitely from the party. I get out of the car, to go back into my friends house to go piss before I go home, and I see like this family, with like three kids in soccer uniforms getting into their mini Van all happy family and then they see me. I look like shit, make up smudged around my eyes and hair a mess, and then I throw up in the street, and they were just disgusted. I found it pretty fucking funny. Not at the time, clearly, but later.

It’s like I was born, just to ruin the suburban family’s life. I don’t know how people can do it, live in suburbia I mean. Not that I have ever done it, but I imagine it to be horrible.

Hahahah! I know that! Wanting to kick the shit out of people and sometimes, it just gets so hard to refrain from doing so and you’re just like, “FUCK! I WISH I COULD JUST PAUSE TIME, AND THEN KICK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU!” Kinda like the movie Click.

I don’t remember his name. But I remember you telling me about this boy, and you liked him and you had done stuff with him, but it was forbidden. Fuck, that was a while ago. Tell me how that went. Is there anyone else?

Subway is always worth it but that's still shitty, lol. An hour drive. I'd be annoyed. XD

Yes, you falling in love. It'll happen, lol. One day when you least expect it [i]bam[/i]! Aha, it's all good. I'm the same way. :P

That's true. Plus Subway is just awesome in general, lol.

Yeah, I suppose that pretty much explains it then. XD But yah know [i]eventually[/i] it's gonna happen. :P
Nate. I think I told you about all the shit that went down. I've been with him for a while now. It feels like forever, but in a good way. :]

Fuck, Justin sounds like he needs a good spanking. I hate people who are like that. But i love it when friends you live come over and act like it's their house too. That's fun.

Yeah, the dreams are scary in that really fucking weird way, you know? Which is like the worse. Uh, there's been a few. I remember the first kind of night terror i had was a while ago and i wrote a story about it cause i thought that might help, but it didn't. I was standing in the middle of this road, and on one side was a beach and the other side was like, desert. And it was night time and their was no stars but it was still bright enough you could see and it felt like i was naked haha cause from one side i would get cold wind and the other side it was like hot wind but when i looked down i was clothed. I looked up to the sky and all these pieces of blank paper started to fall down and everytime a piece would touch me it would cut me really deep, but i wouldn't bleed.

I had another one where I was in this hot are balloon and then once i got up into the sky, it started to fall, and before i hit the ground i woke up.

One more was i was in this move theater and i was watching myself on the screen too. I've looked these all up and apparently they mean some pretty serious shit. But it's like, i forget about, i know i don't have those problems and the people on the internet are probably lying.

No, I haven't but reading up about i really want to fucking get it now. I think i might just watch it online, i can't wait. But yeah, his stuff got all sent over here in boxes and stuff even though he's been buried over there. And like, legally, everything he owns belongs to my grandma and my dad and my aunty and my uncles. But I felt like i was the only one that felt like moved from his death and no one else seemed to really care. I found this little box of useless stuff and while everyone else was looking at the other stuff i managed to put some stuff in my bag without them looking. If they had of seen me doing it they probably would have called me a klepto and then taken all back, even though they would have just thrown it out anyway.

But the stuff i stole, i love it. And like, even though he's dead it still feels like he's alive. I haven't cried or anything, because i didn't know him and i hardly ever cry. It just doesn't happen.

Yeah, i kind of had this freak out last time i took it, but what i lvoe about taking it is that you can kind of just switch your buzz off and on. I find it amazing, and i hate weed. But alcohol, e, acid and coke is the only stuff i'm going to take. Not that i have tried coke, but i'd be up for it.

Hell yeah it is, i find smashing bottles against vehicles really fun. Me and a couple of friends when to this car yard which one of my friend's dad owned, and we just went there and lit firewors and got drunk and listened to loud music. It was so fun.

What have you been up to lately?

Hahahah, that infamous grin. Ooooh, stabbing? Usually you just want to knee cap people or shoot them in the head. Something got you tense?

I'm shit. Exams are on at the moment, and my insomnia had kicked back in a couple of weeks ago. But this insomnia is different, the old one was just like i couldn't get to sleep cause i was too busy thinking about shit and then by the time i did get to sleep i had to pretty much wake up and go to school. But now, it's like, i have these night terrors. I'd wake up with a jolt and in like a cold sweat. But they weren't scary, cause now, i just sit back in a directors chair of sorts and think: "cool" and try to remember to write it down. But these dreams are like, different, their fucking weird. And it's like i can't not watch what's going on inside of my head, its my own fucking head. Every time i close my eyes it was like popping in this tape.

My grandad died too. He lived in Italy and had a holiday home in Russia. I never knew him because he was a con artist and apparently conned all these people out of millions of dollars and left my dad when he was little but i was still sad. I had tracked him down using my insane skills and had started to talk to him. Despite me never having met him, i still felt like i was closest to him out of everyone in the family, and i had plans for us. When i was a little older, maybe early twenties, i was going to visit him and he was going to teach me how to con people right? And then, when he least expected it, i would con him out of everything he had.

Yeah, but it sounded and looked much cooler in my mind. Their was blood and mafia's and we'd always come out on top.

I've been so fucking lazy with my fighting but that's mostly due to me partying every weekend. Now, counting back on the weekends, it's been 8 weekends since I've been sober. I've been taking e every weekend. Fuck, that shit's expensive, ain't it? Especially since i don't have a job.

I've missed you so much, love. I just want to come over their and fucking tear that shit up.

That's very true although if I worked at like.. Taco Bell or Subway I'd never get tired of the food 'cause I love them, lol.

See I used to think that way too. That I never wanted to get married, then he came along and see what happened! Lol. But hey that's just me. :P Very true, but we want a small wedding because it's more of what it means rather then how much you spend or who's there. Yah know?

Yeah, love. Tell me about it, I ain't on here much either. I so wanna fucking talk to you. I've been thinking about you and have been craving talking about us going on a rampage and shooting people and shit.

How have you been?

I'm so tired of McDonalds food it isn't even funny, lol. Tired of seeing it, smelling it, eating it. Blah. :P

We don't have a SET date yet because we haven't agreed on the place yet, lol. We have a few places in mind but a couple were too big. We want a small wedding. :]

Aha, yeah. I can see how that'd throw your interest off a bit.

Yes'm I am. Lol. Ugh, at McDonalds. I hate it, lol.

Same here, lol. It's why I really only come on here to write and talk to certain people.

I am glad you're doing well. It's always good to hear. :P I've actually been really good. Busy working and whatnot but good. I am getting married in December so I am busy planning that now, lol. Yeah I'm pretty much settled in. Have been for a little while but I was at work so much I could never get around to signing up for internet.

Completely understandable. This place can be a dramafest at times. Anyway, I have internet again! It makes me happy. :] Lol. How have you been? I've missed you!

No problem. lol. It's an awesome story anyways :)

nice.
i will leave a better comment when i get over this fucking flu. goddamn motherfucking flu.

I completely agree. I actually want to spend time with my stories instead of pumping them out like machine gun bullets.

Shit dude. What happened? But I do like the profile now, as well. lol.

haha, since it is for our own personal entertainment, I don't see why not. lol.

Haha, the look on their faces would have been priceless. I wish there were pictures. We seriously have to start taking pictures of this shit. lol. Epic moments deserve epic pictures. lol.

Doesn't it sound exciting? Lol. I'm so stoked right now. lol. It sounds like a pretty kick ass time.

Haha, that's the perfect plan. lol. Just drink a shit tone of whiskey and vodka while they tried their hardest. I might even pour them a shot after they gave up. A 'nice-try-asshole' shot seems to be rather fitting.