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October 24, 2004
Music: My Happy Ending - Avril Lavinge
Mood: Content, yet Dreading School
Forgive me for not posting for a day or two. I had the BEST evening with a very old friend of mine. He's a 10th grader now... plays guitar, and god is he HOT!! Long hair... not to long, but yea. Nice lil Tele he plays. Only 2 pickups... puke green... but god I love him so much. He's been on my mind so much lately... I dunno why but he has. And then, we got together for the evening and was so SWEET!! He laid his head on my lap while we were playing monoply... dunno why, sort of took me by surprise... but having a cute highschooler (I'm in 8th grade) do that ... AWESOME. And then... I was just stating the fact I was just like "Brr, I'm cold," and he gave me his jacket! Put it around my shoulders and everything! Then he gave me this big hug. I was waiting for him to swirl me around, but he didn't. But still. Pretty awesome. I haven't had a boyfriend in a LOOONNNNGGGG time. Not really cared basically. One of my dude friends said it's like I close myself off to everyone else cept Daniel, and Daniel... he'll never like me I know.
At church today (god, I screwed up every song... -_- ) I wasn't 'worried' how I looked in front of Daniel. Screw him man. I got me a highschool who say's I'm cute. Who needs some stupid suburbin scum bag??? He's still cute... but I'll live. Tomorrow I'm dreading school because I... Well. When I moved here I had hardly any friends at all. 6th grade I tried to make as many friends as possible. 7th Grade I hung out, did teenage stuff... got in big trouble etc. I started seeing how screwed over the world was, espically here in town. This year... I'm sort of slipping away I guess you could say. Not really talking, going to school, coming home. Skipping out on dances and football games. Not really caring as much what people think. This could be a good or bad thing. But, I've noticed how screwed up this world is. We were talking in Sunday School does the Devil really exist? And why does God let him do the things he does? I don't believe the Devil exists... Temtations exist, and they are the real evil. Who creates temtation then you ask. The devil most would say. I say businesses. They show us skinny models, and beatiful houses. They show us drugs, shoes, pants, dreams coming true, which tempts us to get those things... to get money. And we kill, fight, destory for money. It's frikin businesses...
God... i'm frikin pyscho sometimes please forgive me...:bows: ttyl
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Look, I gotta go, yeah I'm running outta
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-BEC
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bec, fifteen, chick, virginia,
crazed, loves bono, music
does: guitar, write, web-design, eyeliner, house md. U2<3,
marine biology, photography, batman, soccer, the library posse, iPod,
orange, 'table sex', cellphone, espanol,
pepsi, confused,
doesn't: smoke, youth group,
coldplay, biology, romeo&juliet, punx, green, pizza, country music,
flirt clueless boys, Spades, laguna beach, mountain EWW (dew)
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email: rkshiningtiger@yahoo.com
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Mood:
Listening: Michael Penn, Say Anything
Watching: House MD, Day After.
Reading: World History AP. grrr.
Learning: Alive with the Glory of Love -Say Anything
Joansin: saying DIRTEH.
Hating: Annoying Vets. World History Teachers.
Writing: Pouring Rain && I Hate You.[Short Story]
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October 24, 2004
Music: My Happy Ending - Avril Lavinge
Mood: Content, yet Dreading School
Forgive me for not posting for a day or two. I had the BEST evening with a very old friend of mine. He's a 10th grader now... plays guitar, and god is he HOT!! Long hair... not to long, but yea. Nice lil Tele he plays. Only 2 pickups... puke green... but god I love him so much. He's been on my mind so much lately... I dunno why but he has. And then, we got together for the evening and was so SWEET!! He laid his head on my lap while we were playing monoply... dunno why, sort of took me by surprise... but having a cute highschooler (I'm in 8th grade) do that ... AWESOME. And then... I was just stating the fact I was just like "Brr, I'm cold," and he gave me his jacket! Put it around my shoulders and everything! Then he gave me this big hug. I was waiting for him to swirl me around, but he didn't. But still. Pretty awesome. I haven't had a boyfriend in a LOOONNNNGGGG time. Not really cared basically. One of my dude friends said it's like I close myself off to everyone else cept Daniel, and Daniel... he'll never like me I know.
At church today (god, I screwed up every song... -_- ) I wasn't 'worried' how I looked in front of Daniel. Screw him man. I got me a highschool who say's I'm cute. Who needs some stupid suburbin scum bag??? He's still cute... but I'll live. Tomorrow I'm dreading school because I... Well. When I moved here I had hardly any friends at all. 6th grade I tried to make as many friends as possible. 7th Grade I hung out, did teenage stuff... got in big trouble etc. I started seeing how screwed over the world was, espically here in town. This year... I'm sort of slipping away I guess you could say. Not really talking, going to school, coming home. Skipping out on dances and football games. Not really caring as much what people think. This could be a good or bad thing. But, I've noticed how screwed up this world is. We were talking in Sunday School does the Devil really exist? And why does God let him do the things he does? I don't believe the Devil exists... Temtations exist, and they are the real evil. Who creates temtation then you ask. The devil most would say. I say businesses. They show us skinny models, and beatiful houses. They show us drugs, shoes, pants, dreams coming true, which tempts us to get those things... to get money. And we kill, fight, destory for money. It's frikin businesses...
God... i'm frikin pyscho sometimes please forgive me...:bows: ttyl
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Look, I gotta go, yeah I'm running outta
change
-BEC