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ticklmeamy 33, Female, Arizona, USA - 2 entries

Nov 2006
7:50 AM PDT

Chapter One If the world were to end today, I don’t think I’d care. Nothing in my life matters right now, but I wish something did. I have a broken family and friends that are never there. They might as well just be imaginary. There is one person though. A boy. He has a name, but do names really matter. His shaggy, brown hair covers his eyes as he smiles at me from across the French classroom. The bell rings in five, four, three, two, one. The day is over. I walk past him on the way out and he stops me. "Hey Daisy." The words travel out his mouth in slow motion. I have a headache and can't comprehend what he just said. I mumble something about being late for violin if I stay and chat, so I head out the door, forgetting to tell him good bye. I step on the city bus and head toward the back. It is crowded, but I see a seat in the corner. I just want to sit. I don't know where I'm headed. Home. I can't go there, no, not now. My head begins throbbing. It’s been ten minutes and I get off the bus in front of the grocery store. I walk inside and the cool air rejuvenates my body. The medication is on the other side of the store, so I slowly head towards it. There is hardly anyone in the store. I find some Tylenol and walk over to the cashier. She looks at me funny, like I might choose to use it to get high off of, but she can't stop me from buying it. I give her the five dollar bill out of my pocket. She hands me the receipts and some change. The screen says seventy cents, but I only count sixty. It doesn't matter though; I am in no mood to argue over a dime. I walk outside and over to the coke machine. I put in two quarters and press the button for water. It spits out a bottle, and I open it. I remove the lid from the Tylenol and grab a pill. I stick it in my mouth and swallow. I gulp down some water and walk towards the street. I am only a few blocks from my house now, so I start to head there. I walk across the street and there he is. The boy in my French class, sitting in the car I just walked past. I try to pretend like he’s not there but I can feel him staring at the back of my head. I turn around and he smiles. I can feel the corners of my mouth rising up, but I don’t want them to. I turn around and head on home pretending like I never even saw him. Chapter Two I head down my street and pause in front of my house. The big oak tree beckons to me. I walk over to it and touch the bark. My tree house sits up there, somewhere. I set my bag down next to the trunk and start to climb. I reach the ladder to the house and set my foot on it. I am afraid to look down. I haven’t been up here in years. I cautiously continue to climb until I am safe inside. I can’t stand up inside it anymore. I sit with my legs crossed staring at the broken pieces of chalk lying on the floor. I pick one up and begin to draw. I draw Michael and me, up here playing king and queen just like we used to when we were six or seven. We would laugh and never come down until my mom would make me come inside to eat dinner and Michael would have to go home. I don’t know what happened to Michael and I. We used to talk all the time, but now I don’t want to say anything to him and come up with excuse after excuse when he tries to talk to me. I wish I wasn’t like that though. Every time I see him I just want to tell him how he makes me feel, but I can’t. To be perfectly honest, the only reason I took French was so that I could have a class with him. I look down at the drawings and realize that they are spotted with my tears. Do these memories really hold that much emotion? Maybe I should have talked to him today, maybe I should go inside and call him, but I’d never have the confidence to do that. I leave my tree house and chalk drawings behind and head for the ladder. I climb down, and don’t look anywhere but straight in front of me until my two feet are firmly planted on the ground. I pick up my bag and sling it over my shoulder. I head over to the door and open it. I see my dad sitting on the couch. In front of him is the television screen which he is staring blankly at. The announcer is talking about a deadly car accident on the freeway between Jefferson and Prince. I look at the car that lies in the bank, crushed and burnt. You can still see the smoke rising above it. I look back at my dad and ask him what’s wrong. “Sit down,” she says as he tries to smile, but I don’t believe it. I put my backpack down by the door and take a seat in the recliner so I won’t have to look directly at him as he talks. I just want him to tell me what happened. But then it hits me. That car in the picture isn’t just any car, it’s my mother’s. And the lady that died was the person that I have known and loved for so long. I can feel my face burning up and I start to cry. “You figured it out, didn’t you?” he says. I try to mumble “uh, huh” but nothing is coming out. My head begins throbbing again. And I run off to my room, the only place that will ever be entirely my own. I hear the door slam behind me, but I didn’t do it. I throw myself down on top of my bed and cry. I can hear my dad, crying down the hall. Chapter Three I haven’t moved since yesterday. My body aches all over as I try to reach over and turn off my alarm clock. It’s Friday, and I have to get up and go to school. I stumble out of bed and walk over to my closet; I put on a pair of jeans and a white tank. I grab my converse and a pair of socks and walk out of my room. As I walk down the hall, I can tell that my dad isn’t here. There is no bacon frying and he isn’t snoring so he can’t still be asleep. I turn around and head for his bedroom. I open the door and see the bed, untouched. I figure he must have slept on the couch.

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99tracy99 41, Female, Hong Kong SAR - 33 entries

Nov 2006
9:32 PM AWST

唉... 都幾搞笑...有人睇到我個blog 同我講:可唔可以打英文~~~ 唉...我打英文你都睇唔明啦總之﹐有時間先打啦~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It come to me maybe a little bit mess up because I saw a guy calling me to type in English~~~ As you find out the blog in hong kong or China . (Especially in Hong KOng, bloggers loves to type some english (But actually is WRONG in grammar or just straight forward copy from their 'mother tongue'-- Cantonese) Anyway your comment ..... I need to think twice .

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ticklmeamy 33, Female, Arizona, USA - 2 entries

Nov 2006
6:27 AM PST

I decided to start this journal so that I could have a place to write that would be all to myself. None of my friends could know about it and only the people who enjoy prying into others lives to see what they did last night would know. I plan to write a book in this journal, and see how it turns out. If you like it, good. If you don't, then that's your problem becuase chances are, this is my life. These are my thoughts. You don't live inside my head and aren't telling me what to do. I live off of my own standards and stand up for what I believe in.

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Smilez 58, Female, Ohio, USA - 271 entries

Nov 2006
7:22 PM EST

I have to share something real funny that happened to me tonight... I was talking to some co workers while training another co-worker when out of the blue this co worker said "Oh my God your teeth are so white... you dont smoke do you"? I said NO and then I had to laugh because she totally made me loose my train of thought. I kept laughing and then I looked at my other co-worker who I wish would get some Crest white stripes and start whitening her teeth because her teeth look like she never brushes them and its sad because this girl is only 17 years old. I take MUCH pride in my teeth. I guess thats why everyone who talks to me, makes some type of comment about how pretty of a smile that I have. So after reading my entry in my journal and your teeth feels a bit gritty.. PLEASE GOOOOO Brush your teeth.. your teeth can be one of your best feature about yourself and enhance your smile 10 times after you hit 40. :)

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ABMScheergrl 30, Female, Virginia, USA - 37 entries

Nov 2006
7:30 AM EDT

never ever crack some ones back becuz they alwaz try 2 tell u wat 2 do and how 2 do it

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Jane 58, Female, Virginia, USA - 50 entries

Nov 2006
7:09 PM EDT

We survived the big hunting day at the store. It really was quite busy. I have never sliced as much Summer Sausage as I did on Friday. It seem to be the lunch meat of choice for hunters. The outfits that Laura and I wore on Friday were quite a hit!!!! I tried to attach a picture but once again the computer is challanging my skills and I cannot seem to get it done.

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gunsnroses 33, Female, Greece - 16 entries

Nov 2006
6:38 AM EDT

i miss you...i miss you so bad.. :(

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ABMScheergrl 30, Female, Virginia, USA - 37 entries

Nov 2006
6:09 AM EDT

im really bored and nobody is on myspace or aim i think im gonna go clean!!!!!

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cindy 36, Female, California, USA - 19 entries

Nov 2006
5:04 PM EDT

If you really want to do it then it is in your own interest. When you really have no choice then it is a commitent.

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ABMScheergrl 30, Female, Virginia, USA - 37 entries

Nov 2006
4:17 AM EDT

alot ppl think tht we ppl tht have a nice home or money suppose tht we have everything so damn easy but there so wrong, cuz we have 2 pay for alot of things just 2 be able 2 live in a house and its not easy

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