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So New Years blew, and so did Christmas. I got smashed on New Years, though. That was fun. So was New Years Day when I had the worst hangover ever.
So... nothing to say. Ditched group therapy. Afraid a certain someone's going to come back. Bored as hell. On aim : lexxi lexx 1.
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[21 Dec 2004|05:44pm] |
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Last night, it was fucking freezing so i decided to walk. i saw darcy's house so i went in, socialized with emma, manny and darcy, and i heard a honk. the ride i called for was waiting outside. so dominican boy drove us to the party (with danny in the back, hitting on darcy and emma) and when we got there, darcy ran over to the liquor table. i had nothing to do with it. she got really drunk and eventually started throwing up, so i carted her off in the van. actually, dominican boy did, so whatever. then i left.
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[05 Dec 2004|09:29am] |
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destiny's child - soilder |
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ever hear that old saying "what goes around comes around"? well, that applies to a certain person who got yellow paint and feathers dumped on him at the whack your brain competition. to whoever set that up... good job.
anyway, things are going great.
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| The working life. |
[28 Nov 2004|10:17am] |
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Trembling - Bug 437 (er, okay...) |
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Between my vice presidential duties (Marco never does anything as president) and group therapy, I have a job at the movie theater. You've probably never heard of it because all of this drama around here, but yeah, I have a job. Job equals money, money equals I can buy clothes and pay for my cell phone bill? Think, people.
Anyway, boring life as usual. Therapy is quieter without ChesterLover. (hey, that's probably her screen name) I had to endure an awful poem by some girl wearing a bunch of pentacles today. It went like this:
Lost in a corner
Crying for help
I killed you
Too busy laughing to remember the rest. Anyway, as Marco would say on his voicemail (pick the fuck up already) ciao.
-lexxi
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| I'm that bored... |
[25 Nov 2004|08:05am] |
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yesterday i walked into my group therapy session and chester lover was there. i was not surprised when a swarm of police dragged her away screaming.
it took them 5 minutes to unlatch her from the carpet.
on the other hand, ms. sovet wants jay to come to group therapy.
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| When the pimps in the crib ma... |
[21 Nov 2004|11:41am] |
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Drop It Like It's Hot Remix- Snoop Dogg ft. Pharell Williams |
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Last night I had another session of group therapy, and this girl started crying about how she was obsessed with some kid named Chester. K, who names their kid Chester? For fucking revenge? Anyway, she carved his name into her leg. That was the grossest thing I have ever seen (besides Spinner charging at Jay like a bull & bugeyes' face)
anyway, i miss jay. i woke up this morning and his car was gone, and he's still not home yet. hmm
lexxi
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[20 Nov 2004|06:29pm] |
"Post anything that you want, and post it anonymously. Anything. A story, a secret, a confession, an apology, a fear, a love - anything. Be sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post twice if you'd like. Then, put this in your LJ to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don't even realize read your LJ) have to say."
Bored.
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| Grow up. |
[18 Nov 2004|04:28pm] |
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I was summoned to Ms. Sovet in front of the whole freaking class today before the bell rang. Best experience of my life.
Actually, no. As soon as I walked into the office I was greeted by a bunch of spedcases whining and crying about how much their life sucks. Welcome to "group therapy".
As soon as I hear "Alex, your turn" (turn to "open up" and feel free to hug or cry") I give her the finger. She insists that doesn't help, so I just say "Bug eyed bitch pissed me off, we fought, she kicked me in the stomach, I had a miscarriage, I started living at Jay's, we broke up, I went home, my dad beat me and took off with all the money, got back together with Jay, mom moved. Anything else?" We sat in silence for a minute. When this girl opened her mouth about how her friend's stepdad's cousin's father used to hit their kid with a belt, I walked the fuck out of there. They didn't have real problems -- they just listened to whiny music and cut themselves to show off the scars.
When I get home Jay runs over to me and says that Ms. Sovet keeps calling asking for me. Fun.
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[14 Nov 2004|01:27pm] |
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Spinner Mason dancing to Ricky Martin |
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Spinner Mason is gay.
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| Fifteen bucks, little man, Put that shit in my hand, If that money doesn't show... |
[13 Nov 2004|09:42am] |
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So, Jay and me are back together. Surprising?
You know what else is surprising? My dad took off. He took all the money and valuable things in the house with him. Today my mom called Jay's and told me she's leaving the apartment and moving to Montreal with her sister. When she told me to pack, I hung up and went back to bed.
-Alex
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[11 Nov 2004|11:51am] |
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Things have been boring lately. I've been skipping school and staying at Jay's for all of eternity, watching old shows on TV and going online...
Yesterday I went to Emma's house. We talked for a while and I think now I can consider her a friend.
I never see Jay, though. Yeah, that's weird, since I live at his house and all now, but he's always out. He calls occasionally, but it's always for a minute and it's kind of a reassurance he's still alive.
I'm going to go lay down. My AIM keeps crashing, so we'll see how that goes.
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[08 Nov 2004|06:34pm] |
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marco fucking blackmailed me into going to school. i wore one of jay's black toronto jays hoodie over my shirt because i was cold... pointless. the reason i went to school was because marco kept calling me on the phone, urging me to come to the stupid degrassi presidential assembly thing... obviously he didn't hear the news.
i walk into the school and everybody in the hall stares at me. even the grade seven and eighters. i walk faster and i make it to homeroom, finally. it doesn't stop there -- as soon as i walk into the homeroom, it goes dead silent and everybody whispers.
this girl came up to me with her stupid friends and started saying how sorry she was that rachel pulled a gun on me in the middle of the street and shot me in the stomach because i made fun of her shirt... one boy asked me when "jay jr."'s funeral was.
we have the assembly first period, so i go to the auditiorium. as soon as i sit on the stage everyone who was talking starts talking quieter and glancing. as soon as marco goes up to the podium, i walk out of the auditiorium. great way to show the whole school i'm stable, huh? when i'm on my way outside, ms. sovet comes up to me. she says something about coming to her office and talking about how i feel. i laugh in her face, make a remark about how she's not married yet, and i walk out of the school.
fuck that.
p.s. -- i'm staying at jay's. i brought my computer.
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[07 Nov 2004|05:43pm] |
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Today we went to the Dot. Everything was fine until Rachel came in. Shit started and we brought it out to the parking lot. She was trying to be tough. I didn't have the patience for it since I had a doctor's appointment to go to so I punched her in the jaw. She responded by kicking me in the stomach as hard as she fucking could. I passed out. All I remember is people yelling, then waking up with Jay sitting next to me in the backseat of his car with the window open. Then I remember being in some room at the hospital. I remember waking up there...
I went "home" with Jay. He couldn't talk, he was so angry.
It takes one bitch to fucking ruin everything. Congratulations, Rachel.
Edit:
Just to clarify things...
Yes, I was pregnant.
Yes, Rachel killed it.
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[06 Nov 2004|10:51pm] |
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I went to the Dot alone tonight while Jay was driving Towerz out of town. Paige was there, and she felt the need to be "concerned" for me. "Hon, you look horrible, you're all pasty blahblahblah" I threw up again (Jay, don't worry please... I'm gonna be fine) and she got up on my case. I was practically laying on the table... After that we just chatted for a while. She wants to come to the doctors with me tomorrow...
So Bu-- Rachel came in. I caught her doing something and she denied it. She's full of shit. Anyway, since I'm stupid, I walked home. Bad idea. I ended up throwing up again. When I got "home" aka to Jay's he freaked out on me for walking home alone at night, especially with all "the creeps" out. He made me change into my pajamas. So I won't bore you to death with details I said something about him acting like a father. I started crying so we cuddled (yes, cuddled, got a problem?)for a while. I have a doctors appointment tomorrow, and Paige's coming with me. Yes, as in Michalchuk.
-lexxi
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[06 Nov 2004|12:08am] |
Jay is sleeping. I felt I needed to update.
Well, tonight was Jay's party. It was all fun. Causegirl and Ellie came. Causegirl got beer spilled all over her outfit and had a fit. I decided to go outside and take a smoke. Jay came outside too, and I told him I wasn't going to drop out and run away. He was happy about that.
After that, we decided to ditch (yes, we ditched our own houseparty. of course, we made everyone leave.) we went to the dot, fought over hats and sunglasses. causegirl was watching us, of course. i was kind of crying over something PERSONAL and she happened to see this and asked what was up. i told her to mind her own business and i pushed her. she pushed back, said jay wasn't supporting me. she had no fucking idea what she was saying, and some employees got in the way. one of them was touching me so jay knocked him out cold. all of the sudden i had to throw up for the third time of the day so i ran into the bathroom and did that. i felt like shit after. jay had to support me while i was walking and i passed out in the car. the last thing i remember was him starting the car and him telling him he loved me. i told him i loved him to and we held hands all the way home. i passed out during the drive. i
sorry if that was a little hard to understand, i'm tired.
p.s. -- bugeyes is banned from commenting. have fun.
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[05 Nov 2004|04:36pm] |
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Someone is leaving anonymous comments pretending to be me. Don't believe them.
Today after school I "saw" Miss NYC. Jay and me were humming "Jeepers Creepers" really loudly while she was dancing in the gym. She came up to me and asked me in her "tough" voice if I did shit to her locker. So, I walked up to her and kicked her ass. Well, I punched her in the nose and eye and kicked her face in. She tried to swing back but she couldn't. Now she has an extra-black eye. Sucks for her!
Jeepers, creepers, where'd you get those peepers?
But last night, Jay and me brought Manny to a party and promptly ditch... I mean got lost. Sounds like she had "fun".
It's Friday, I have nothing to do. Hmm.. how about we egg some nyc chick's house?
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[04 Nov 2004|04:39pm] |
How To Make an Idiot New York City Girl Cry
Step One: Find out her locker combo from the front office (i'm vice president, i can sneak in, so yanno)
Step Two: Open it, and have someone on the lookout. Of course dumbass NYC girl goes to her locker early before lunch
Step Three: Joke stores are your friend. Get blood caplet things and put them in her ballerina shoes. when she steps into them, blood will pour out. no more dancy, dumbass!
Step Four: Spraypaint GO HOME on her locker, preferably the outside. Big sharpie markers can work too.
Step Five: Find old trashy porn magazines and make it so they fall out of her locker when she opens it in front of everyone...
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[02 Nov 2004|04:43pm] |
So I'm back at home, "dad"'s gone, there's something red on the wall and I'm scared to know what it is. I have no where to go and I'm considering going to one of those stupid "battered women" shelters, only I could batter somebody back. ha... lame joke...
well, last night was a blast. i held off the news until jay's stupid party was over. i was drinking a ton, I had like six beers. I guess I told him the big news when I was completely drunk. He totally flipped out and started screaming. it ended with me running from the house in tears with my fully packed bag still open. (when i woke up in my back hallway almost all the shit i packed was missing...) I dropped my last pack of cigarettes too. I have no money, Jay's probably going to bail on me, the news, and my dad's a fucking DRUNK PSYCHO who randomly shows up smelling like cheap perfume and whiskey. YAY!
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