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So I've finally decided to get a new LJ account.
This is an attempt for me to quit being such a pretentious whiny brat.
We'll see how that works out.
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Hello ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) retrosnap, goodbye stoked!
I'll miss you dearly.
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I'll start updating once I have enough friends.
Add me back, lovers!
♥ Jo
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| To my ICT groupmates: |
[14 Dec 2005|06:17pm] |
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Goodnews & Badnews!
Let's start with the good. I finished burning each of you a copy of our computer video. I also edited some parts and added a little something at the end.
Okay, now for the baaaaaaaaad news. I fucked a major part of it up :( For some reason I interchanged the eighties & the nineties so it's disco - grunge - boyband - new wave - present. Gahhh. I'm so sorry :'( I really don't know how I missed that.
ARrrgh, ang bullshit ng araw na 'to. Tangina.
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| swapping innocence for pride |
[20 Nov 2005|07:57pm] |
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I met Ciudad last night.
I now officially suck ass at taking/editing pictures. Look at how grainy that shit is. What’s happening to me?
Anyway. Congratulations to my lover for winning in Banda’t Maskara Battle of the Bands! & to AJ’s band for coming in second. You guys were fuckin’ awesome.
The night was pretty okay until my brother came and confiscated my menthols. What a waste. Why does he insist on pissing me off all the time? WHY?!
Another entry for the archives of shame: It wasn’t until the second to the last band that performed that I realized one of the buttons in my jeans was undone. Puta.
Oh, and popped collars & aviator shades might look spiffy on some people, but.......NO. Just......no.
What a shameful week for me. I now have the self-esteem of a gnat.
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| i just want a lover like any other |
[17 Nov 2005|07:50pm] |
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"What Do I Get" - The Buzzcocks |
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I have a great knack for embarrassing myself infront of people.
I hardly ever think before I speak. I just spew shit out like word vomit.
I hate myself.
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Some things I need to clear up about the last post:
1. I never said I was sure about anything. I DID say i did NOT want to assume that my layout was stolen & even if it was
2. I made that design on my own & if I were to rip off some band's logo it would definitely not be from some scene band that I do not even listen to &
3. please grow a spine before posting another comment in my LJ, kk?
Oh, and thanks for creating a new account just to insult me on my own journal. I appreciate it, I really do. BUT--"You think you're so cool but you're not"? Oh c'mon. My grandmother can do better than that.
IN OTHERRR NEWS: I AM TURNING SEVENTEEN IN SIX DAYS. Ohfuck.
EDIT: I forgot to rant about how much I hate having to download all my mp3 files again. Fucking hassle. I restored my iPod to factory settings (which means EVERYTHING IN MY IPOD IS GOOOOOONNNE) since I got my computer reformatted & it wouldn't work properly anymore. ARggghhh.
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| warning: disjointed thoughts |
[13 Oct 2005|11:45pm] |
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"Do You Want To?" - Franz Ferdinand |
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SO I FINALLY GOT MY DSL BACK.
I fucking hate not being able to go online for a week and having to read through all the entries in my friendslist. Makes me feel like i missed out on so much.
Anyway.
I have so many overdue updates. I've to post an entry about the Beach Boys concert and explain my last last post.
Who loves the latest Franz Ferdinand single? Well do you, do you do you want to?
Does Alex Kapranos say, "Your famous friend, well, I blew him before you..." after the chorus? I'm not sure if I heard it right, though.
Oh yeah, who's going to that Halloween party on the 28th? You have to wear a costume, right? What's everyone going as? I'm thinking of going as Gogo Yubari from Kill Bill (since I've been looking very Japanese lately. Heh heh. at least, that's what people have been telling me).
AHHHH BUSY BUSY WEEK. TWO VIDEOS TO FILM AND EDIT BEFORE SEMBREAK. AHHHH. SEMBREAK, I CAN'T FUCKIN' WAIT FOR SEMBREAK.
So how the hell is everyone?
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| i hate you |
[02 Oct 2005|01:28pm] |
I think I’ve officially become desensitized to school and my grades. I failed two subjects and I couldn’t care any less.
Now if I could only desensitize myself from other things.
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| paranoia attacks are a bitch. |
[08 Sep 2005|03:06pm] |
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I am probably going to die of caffeine overdose (if there is such a thing) soon. I’ve been so jittery from drinking large amounts of (black) coffee, energy drinks and soda for the past few days. I’m thinking I should stop but if I don’t have enough caffeine in my system, I won’t be able to keep awake. I’m so damn exhausted. Oh well, just one more day of exams and I can finally get the sleep I need.
So a few days ago during algebra period, I was spacing out again when this question popped in my head: If you were given a chance to go back in time and start all over again, would you? I thought about it....& maaaybe I would, but I’d have it so that I’d still know everything that I know now. I’d go back to when I was five years old and in kindergarten and have everyone think I’m some kind of child-prodigy. Yeah, that would be awesome.
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| Hooray, hooray. |
[02 Sep 2005|07:16pm] |
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My father's relatives are coming over.
I don't like my niece. Ever since she went to international school she's been acting like a pretentious little wannabe-slut, prancing around in her skimpy pleated skirts and speaking with her obviously fake uh-me-ri-cun accent. And she's only a year younger than me.
I hope my parents don't force me to make beso with her i'm allergic to hoez.
Oh well, it's almost eight. Time to practice my fake smile. Boo.
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| start me off and watch me go |
[27 Aug 2005|03:31pm] |
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So two weeks ago, I went to 'Rockin' Rio' (I still don't understand why they named it after Escada perfume) and it just made me realize that i seriously need to improve my (non-existent) dancing skillz.
As usual, all my friends danced except for me. I cannot dance. I have no rhythm whatsoever, it’s embarrassing. I’m worse than Ashlee-fucking-Simpson. I’m like Ashlee Simpson on crack. I can't even do a "hoe-down". The only time I really move is when I’m at a gig or a concert. Although I don’t think you can call repeatedly-jumping-up-and-down-with-your-hands-in-the-air and shaking-your-head-violently “dancing”.
I wish I could dance like Uma Thurman did in Pulp Fiction.
I made a list of songs that if I COULD, I would probably dance to.
01. "There's No Other Way" - Blur
02. "Jerk It Out" - The Caesars
03. "Talk To Me, Dance With Me" - Hot Hot Heat
04. "Fell Inlove With A Girl" - The White Stripes
05. "Submission" - Ash
06. "Outtatheway" - The Vines
07. "Somebody Told Me" - The Killers
08. "Last Nite" - The Strokes
09. "Main Offender" - The Hives
10. "Banquet" - Bloc Party
11. "Ain't No Room" - The Vines
12. "We Used To Be Friends" - The Dandy Warhols
13. "Where It's At" - Beck
( ...plus a bunch of sixties-pop/seventies-rock/eighties-new-wave songs. )
Oh, and did I mention that I’m the dumbest shit ever? Everyone knows that alcohol + painkillers + cigarettes + a sore throat & a thirty-nine degree fever DO NOT fucking mix. I woke up with a migraine, a head cold and no voice. Yes, Jo, you STUPID, stupid girl. Some people said I shouldn’t have gone to the party if I wasn’t well. But I had to go. I was SICK OF BEING SICK. I just couldn’t spend another day stuck in bed, feeling miserable and eating nothing but cream of asparagus and 8423945 pills. So I went and got home at around one or two in the morning and met two of my brother’s twenty-something friends. They gave me absolut and we watched A Clockwork Orange on DVD. About fifteen minutes into the movie, my eyelids were heavy so I dragged myself to my room and collapsed on the bed.
I think my slacking off/procrastinating has gone on for far too long now. I haven’t even got a lot on my plate and I’m already going mad. I wanted to tear my hair out 'cause of all the shit we had due the other day and the workload was just too much (for me, anyway). The trimestral exams are coming up, I haven’t finished any of my individual work and I think I’m failing three subjects. Also, I was working on the design for the interaction invites when my laptop’s screen went blank and I hadn’t even saved anything. I decided to just do a draft on paper since my brother’s shitty PC doesn’t have any graphics programs in it and it was pretty much useless since the DSL was out too (I really am just too damn lucky). I didn’t think it would get approved since I had practically nothing to work with and my religion teacher is extremely meticulous with imfuckingpossible standards.
….but it did. WHEE. All I need to do now is go to my dad's office so I can edit it in illustrator on his beautious powermac G5 (THAT I CAN'T HAVE WHY GOD WHY).
Sometimes, I don't know why I do what I do. I cannot help but feel utterly frustrated with myself ‘cause it seems like I can’t do anything right. I just don’t see the point of doing anything, anymore. I guess I should start caring about certain things (and stop caring about certain people) but I just can’t because I’m a stubborn brat who will never EVER change and I don’t see why I should, anyway, and WHY THE HELL DOES EVERYTHING I TOUCH FALL APART Grraksfkfkjdfljfs RANT RANT BITCH BITCH WHINE
My left wrist is still so itchy.
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| you say that i'm a dreamer |
[09 Jul 2005|02:53pm] |
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I say you're a non-believer.
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Last night,
one of the best fucking nights
of my life. I don't care
if it's lame
or "poseur"
or "pop-rock"
Can't deny the fact that
I liked them four years ago
It was fucking
eargasmic
nostalgic
I could almost smell my hairdye
It was seventh grade all over again
I reached up
& touched his tattooed arms
& screamed my throat raw
& jumped until there were
blisters on my feet
so I lived out my pre-teen dreams
but still, an underlying feeling
of dissatisfaction
No zippers to unzip
or that pink patch in his hair
Collapsed on the bed when I got home
so I still reek of spit&sweat
I love you
I love everything
& nothing (you know what I mean)
I love everyone
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. . .except for the guy who groped my ass last night
fuck you, jerkoff
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| since i was born i started to decay |
[10 Mar 2005|11:35pm] |
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So my dad just finished ranting to me about how inconsiderate I am.
“…You know what is right and what is wrong. You know what bullshit is and what isn’t. You know what is practical and what is not. This is getting tedious, Stephanie. You’re turning fifteen.”
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“.....I’m sixteen.”
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| I'm so tired... |
[04 Jan 2005|08:37am] |
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I haven't slept a wink.
Seriously, though. Thanks to you for not falling asleep while texting me from three to eight in the morning. I'm not even sure if I'm making sense right now; my brains too exhausted to function well & there are no coherent thoughts in my head.
Excellent.
Going to marketmarket after I get my x-ray. Hopefully, this day won't be an absolute waste. Twenty one hours until I'm back in that shithole of a school, hooray!
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[27 Dec 2004|10:09pm] |
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All good children go to heaven.
New (Beatles-inspired) layout (!!!) Set your monitor resolution to 1024 x 768/800 x 600. Either way, it looks fine.
 So I spent the whole afternoon with some of the whitefeet. Reez, Kiddo & I went ‘shopping’ near the little stalls in Eastwood & we all had a late lunch at Fazoli’s (again). Then we met Izzy and Alley at the arcade and went Karaoke-ing. Ah yeah, Manda & I danced at the S.B. Coffee Shop. We are too cool. *Re-turd high fives* I bought two new striped beanie hats, one pink-orange-black & the other black&white. My lousy attempt at persuading the lady to give it to me for onefifty instead of twohundred failed. There goes 2/5 of my weekly allowance. Bah.
Edited[12/27/04]: Added the neoprint we took at the arcade. From L-R: Jo, Manda, Alley, Izzy & Reez.
TEN Random Things About Me:
10. I have pale, sickly, alabaster skin.
09. Music & Art are two things I enjoy very, very much.
08. I have dyed my hair red about four times.
07. I am easily irritated.
06. I think British culture is fascinating.
04. I can play the violin, guitar and drums.
03. I wish I lived in the sixties or seventies. Or in the hippie, bigband or swing era.
02. I own several pairs of Dr. Martens shoes.
01. I am not such a bad person (most of the time, anyway).
( ”Click )
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[19 Dec 2004|08:18pm] |
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I guess this is a little late. Oh well.
( All-I-want-for-Christmas-is... )
10. Clothes & accessories. (A new olive-green jacket would be nice. Or a pair of zipper/screw/cute-dangly earrings. And a black/grey fedora!)
09. Violin sheet music. I still remember some of my old pieces(!!) Strange.
08. A new pair of drumsticks and a set of good guitar picks. (Hey, that rhymed.)
07. Good reading material.( ”click” )
06. The following albums and DVDs.( ”click” )
05. Art supplies.
04. To get my damn braces off. I’ve had these things for three years and I think I’m going to have to do it again for two more years. Boo ;_;
03. To pass math.
02. A fucking break. From everything (& everyone). Perhaps I can isolate myself in the den for a whole week with nothing but a good book, some vinyl records and a record player. (& my dad’s iMac G5.)
01. Good lovin’<3.
New films I really want to see!
Beyond the Sea
The Aviator
Oceans Twelve
Lemony Snicket’s a Series of Unfortunate Events
The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou
Buy me something from my Amazon Wishlist & I will love you forever.
Photo Meme thing: Give me something to take a picture of, and I'll post a photo of it.
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| those red-haired boys really knock me out |
[21 Nov 2004|08:40pm] |
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I’m starting to think I’m the sanest person in second year.
……no, really. There are those grade-obsessed overachievers who think ONE bad score in an exam is the end of the world. Oh, and those girls who prance around in their little pleated mini-skirts and pretend to be drunk on vodka cruisers and sit on boys laps. Tell me, who in the right mind would wear a mini-skirt and heels when it’s raining like mad outside? Although, Alley says I shouldn’t worry ‘cause according to a verse in the bible, all their hair will fall out on judgement day.
But do I really have to wait that long?
Some of my friends think that skirts = maturity. Sure I’ve outgrown the oversized-grunge-t-shirt-and-baggy-pants, but that doesn’t really mean anything. Change is permanent. Bah. Anyway, I went out with my mom and bought some ( ”birthday-presents-in-advance.” )
( ”How-well-do-you-know-your-80’s-music?” )
Also, does anyone know where to get coloured tights and knee length b&w striped socks?
Two days until I turn sixteen. Whoopee.
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| Were you there in Vienna, last December? |
[02 Nov 2004|10:35pm] |
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"A Day In the Life" - The Beatles |
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Sometimes I wonder why I don’t post anything too personal on my livejournal. Maybe it’s because I’ve always been kind of quiet about things. Or maybe I’m just not articulate enough. (Or maybe I just don’t want to come off as over-emotional & I’d rather spare you guys the drama.)
Last Sunday, I watched Before Sunset with my family (minus my dad). I thought the film would be a complete bore since the storyline seemed a bit clichéd & sequels are usually not as great as the original. The whole movie was basically just two people reminiscing about what happened nine years ago. They just talk all throughout the movie, sounds dull, doesn’t it? Actually, it was quite interesting because they didn’t cut any scenes until the end. I liked the fact that it didn’t need fancy computer generated effects or talking fish or people getting decapitated by heavy objects to be a good movie. Overall I thought it was very charming. If you get bored watching it, I suggest you don’t walk out until the END of the movie because the last scene is the best.
Also, the setting of the movie reminded me of when I was seven years old and feeding the pigeons and riding gondolas in Europe. I miss that place.
The nine-day break is almost over. For the past few days, I've done nothing but sit infront of my iMac and stare at the computer screen. Gah, I hate being so unproductive. At least I bought a pin machine! Whee!
Anyway, I’m turning sixteen in twenty-one days (Hint, hint) So I made a ( ”birthday-wish-list!” )
BTW, I now have a fictionpress account. See if you can find me! (Clue: My pen name is from a Beatles song.)
To those in the US: Vote wisely! Oh and is the remake of the Manchurian Candidate (Denzel Washington) as good as/better than the original 1969 version? Just curious. I doubt it though.
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| uirhawurbawuidnsjkahrwieuru |
[19 Sep 2004|03:36pm] |
Computer's fixed. There's something to be happy about.
The photo essay thing is seriously pissing me off.
I like photography. I just don't like people telling me what to do. And I hate deadlines.
I was thinking of giving up, but then my mom arrives with three rolls of b&w film and a book about photography.
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