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Name: Anona Birthday: 10/31/1986 Gender: Female
Interests: candy. black nail polish. tattoos. piercings. pink. black stars. tattoos. ballet. jazz. alterna. london. Blue Acid. black and white photography. Jennifer. sugar. Expresso. SweetTarts. being a Sexy Democrat. sundance. my pink toe shoes. Camden, yo. caramel. shiny stuff. twix. pringles and sunroofs. polka dots. HOLDEN CAULFIELD. glitter. being the Ice Princess. thumb rings. Soosh and Roxie and Fah-Fah. graffittied converse all stars that never get dirrty. track. Cannes. concerts. playing. SpellCheck. beating down my enemies. SNL. lunch with a-lan. chocolate. Klimt. making out with hop-scotch-50-50-4-59-loop-dee-loop. witch hats. and being charlie's angel. bia. Expertise: ex...per...tise? um, big word.
can i skip that one? Industry: Art
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Member Since:
11/8/2004
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| Senior Skip Day.
xchen called me at 6:30 and my mum was like "what do you want?" and scared him off. so when i woke up four hours later, i had to explain who "that crazy noisy boy" was. sauce is fun to hide from cops with. xchen's car looks like the Batmobile.
we sat around watching Red Dragon (AMAZING), Hitch (not so amazing), and stupid random videos. then taco bell with roberto, flieg, jeff, karen, and kirsten. after weeks of loitering, we finally got yelled at when we were at CVS. then we watched more movies at fleig's house, and harassed her off the couch.
then i went to work, which was fun. im liana's favourite! *yes dance* and i met jeff's mommy and sister. shes so cute.
i love 3 day weeks. i've realized how much i hate school, everything it stands for, and so much about this "society". im moving to a kibbutz, and raising goats for the rest of my life.
some people that got pounded in Katrina are coming to live with us for a while. i've been feeling so helpless, and we're finally doing something. my parents randomly do really really cool things.
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| hmm...i think i am going to be very ill tomorrow.
hahahaha- '06 baby!
call me if you're sick too.
peace, love, abbi. | | |
| its frightening how emo i can be if i try.
grownups suck.
i have to work tomorrow. but then i have a bellydance lesson, so ill be slightly cheered up.
so i kinda cant shut this stupid time-waster down. because i have too many people that communicate with my through it. and they cant all call me all the time. the internet makes everything so impersonal. you dont get dumped anymore- you get deleted. harsh.
my friends are perfect.. i couldnt ask for cooler people to run around and vandalize lilburn with.
Garden State = amazing.
no matter how much shampoo i use, my hair still smells like a waffle cone. | | |
| i hate fighting. it makes me physically ill. and i hate when people spread rumours.
i had a sad day.
taco bell helped. but not much. but then i came home and read sad articles.
i got to lay in the grass and look at the sky today. thats what i want out of life, not an ipod and a recording contract.
i dont understand why people cannot see how stupid and shallow materialism is. and when i point it out, i get called a stupid hippie.
xanga is not a weapon. im shutting this one down. i just realized its a waste of time. | | |
| when people are too nice to me it makes me suspicious.
i probably have some wierd complex that doesnt even have a name.
freak.
im going to homecoming at berkmar...if i find out when it is. korry's my date.
bruster's is fun. i love nak. and pizza. im working tomorrow, and im closing like three times this week. yay....
American tourist inLondon "Hey buddy, is that France over there? (points across water)" "No, that's the other side of the Thames"
haha americans are funny. | | |
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