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Sebastien, Sebastien [Feb. 7th, 2005|03:01 pm]
Andrea Jo
I've gone back to my xanga because my layout there is much cooler & I'm too lazy to re-do this one & I don't care anymore who reads it.
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(no subject) [Jan. 26th, 2005|08:38 pm]
Andrea Jo
My dad is watching South Park. It's freaking me out a little..
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best idea ever [Jan. 21st, 2005|09:18 pm]
Andrea Jo
The best idea that I've heard in a long time: Fishing boat porn. Totally MN people going "Oh, oh, og YA, you betcha that's sexy.. oh, ya, you turn me on doncha know.."

Well, I thought it was funny anyway. That's compliments of Kate. I just remembered it now.. when I IMed her. Our first idea was Deerstand Porn. But I think Fishing Boat Porn would be more random..

Anyway. I had a pretty decent night, despite the outrageously early curfew of 10pm. I plan to break that tomorrow anyway.

I want to play in the snow this weekend. Probably Sunday. Anyone call me if you want to go sledding at East or something.
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Progression [Jan. 19th, 2005|08:35 pm]
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I think my heart just snapped in two.
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(no subject) [Jan. 15th, 2005|07:31 pm]
Andrea Jo
My brother's beer just exploded. It was hilarious.

xo, so it goes
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So this is odd.. This realization that all has gone wrong... [Dec. 14th, 2004|03:03 pm]
Andrea Jo
DaysGetTooLong: i know its not my problem but if its someone i love it is my problem, i hate seeing this shit happen
DaysGetTooLong: i know you are better than this

So. I was talking with Kevin last night. He said some things.. that made me cry. I'm a fucktard. He's right.. and I can't do this anymore.

I went back into see Becky (Halvorson) today.. after I lied yesterday and told her that I'm doing just fine. Today I told her that I'm not fine. And she called my mom. So my parents know now. They know everything. I'm going to a physician tomorrow or the next day, and we're looking at OutP/InP progs. I don't know yet. I don't know if my mom called my dad or not, or if he doesn't know. I'm scared to talk with them. Especially my dad.

I don't know what this means yet. I'm scared right now. I'm scared out of my mind. I haven't been this scared for a long time. But this has to be the right thing to do. If this wasn't the right thing, I think I wouldn't be so scared. If that makes any sense at all.. But this has to be right.

I would really appreciate prayers right now.

And.. to take the cake.. tomorrow is my birthday, and tonight, I have to do the "birthday dinner" thing with my family.

"Stay with me.
I'm in no condition to be alone."
-Howie Day, Brace Yourself
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Ska reggae.. rock me baby [Dec. 11th, 2004|11:13 pm]
Andrea Jo
BEST skanking of my life. It was amazing. I love skanking. It went on for like an hour. And it was sooo damn good. I bought their t-shirt. Even though it's ugly and it's a large. I loved the gift of skanking they bestowed on me.

(I went to Battle of the Bands tonight at the Quest and there was this AMAZING ska reggae band called Chicken Poodle Soup that played the last set)

Granted, it was an awesome night. Temporarily took away the emo-ness of this weekend. But my ass is toast tomorrow. And I'm still fucked. And I'm still falling like fucking crazy.

Yeah. Kate, I love you. You're the best pander bear ever.

xo, screaming infidelities in my dreams every night
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Cold, sticky fear, dripping down your neck... [Dec. 11th, 2004|07:17 am]
Andrea Jo
Philophobia- Fear of falling in love or being in love.

I couldn't sleep. I'm extremely caffienated right now.

later days
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The day the music died... [Dec. 10th, 2004|10:05 pm]
Andrea Jo
I went to Kevin's open mic, he played really well, I'm shy around Blake kids, whatevs.. I was planning on a pretty chill night since Maddie ditched and Kate got fucked.. All was fine.

Enter breakdown. I was driving home and that song came on. I think I died and went to hell. I don't know what the fucking problem is. I'm falling and I know I am, and I don't even care anymore. I feel so full of secrets right now. But it doesn't matter. Who the fuck would I tell anyway? I was going to drive out to Buffalo and just stay at the one place until midnight or whenever the hell I felt like, but I'm pretty dead positive that would have fucked me over even more..

Enter lies. Enter hate. Enter panic.

That place? Yeah.. Buffalo. Dickenson's Springs. Where I've seen more stars than anywhere else in the world, and told more secrets, and broken more hearts, and broken myself more than anywhere else in the world. But I didn't go there tonight.

I don't know what the problem is. It's December 10th. It's been so much time, yet no time at all. The world is dangling by an oh-so-thin string.

xo, the story goes
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So this is odd.. [Dec. 9th, 2004|07:57 pm]
Andrea Jo
"So this is strange
our side-stepping has come to be a brilliant dance
where nobody leads at all(x2)
and the picture frames are facing down
and the ringing from this empty sound
is defening and keeping you from sleep
and breathing is a foreign task
and thinkings just to much to ask
and your measuring your minutes
by a clock thats blinking eight..."
-DBC, This Brilliant Dance

I'm realizing that there are a lot of cruel, bitter people at Wayzata. I don't really want to go into it, but I had a really bad experience today. It was really unpleasant. I think if I wasn't a junior, this would be enough to make me transfer schools.

The black mark under my eye.. yeah I look like I fell on my face. And it hurts like hell.

The sitch with guys.. two thumbs down. It seems like the only ones who call anymore are the disgusting nasty sex hounds that I met at parties and didn't really want to give my number to in the first place but was too nice to fake-number.. but I guess I'm not being nice anyway.. by not really talking to them. And this other guy.. the super sweet soph who is 5 months younger than me and I would date in a heartbeat.. I can't date.. because I will screw him up too much. He's too nice of a kid to get mixed up with kids like me.

Kate, I honestly wish I could be like you when it comes to the fellas. You may be shy and awkward sometimes, but I think you really know what you want.. and that's a lot more than I can say for myself. For the record, it's not like I'm all emo thinking about the-boys-who-didn't all the time, I'm just thinking of it right NOW because one of the nasty disgusting boy-whores just called me.

I'm like a magnet for disgusting.

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