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AcE: hey i was just watching a boise state incident and I remembered you! how ya been? how are things? hit me up on aim! :)
Raquel : It's been like 4 years.http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=180779510
AcE: Hey its been forever and I still havent forgotten the url LOL
Rev. Handy: Hello,Just wanted to stop by and say hello and God Bless..Pastor Handy
AcE: Hey I still havent forgotten about you. ANd how do you want ur ten bucks? Pay pal? Are you still on aim?
Raquel: Who's Bill Bobaggins?
Bill Bobaggins: Yea, Hector u owe me 10 dollars too >
Raquel: Hector, I barely remembered you still owe me $10 from the BSU-Fresno State game. Punk. I thought you were a rich comp engineer.
Al Roaker: I think u need to update that kid list...
J-ko: whyd ont u wirte more journal entries or am i making ur life BORING!
AcE: hey raquel, i hopw i didint wake u up hahaha... well i hope i did :p
Raquel: Arrr. Hector the molestor. Sup foo.
AcE: hey how ya been?
Angie: Hi, just blog hopping, thought I'd stop by and say HELLO. Hope you're having a good day ~ Love Angie
Raquel: You still have to think of names.
Justin: wow forgetting about bonus kid already *shes* really going to feel unwanted
Justin: dont forget to add bonus kid
Raquel: Whateveerrrr!
Justin: i miss you more terdhead
Raquel: Aww. U retard. I miss you. =(
Justin: awwwwww u flatter me
Angie: Hiya, just popped in to say Hi and hope you have a great weekend ~ Angie ~
Angie: Hiya, Hope you had a good weekend and your week will be even better ~ Angie ~
Justin: Hey Raquel , I LOVE YOU!!!!
Angie: Hi Raquel, Just popped in to say Hi, hope you're having a great day ~Hugs~ Angie
venom75: Welcome to the community.
Angie: Hi, just blog hopping and I see your new to the group. I'm sorry to hear your life seems so troubled at the moment and I hope brighter times are just round the corner for you. Love Angie xx
Lynne: Hi,Like the blog
ikmal: give me 1 copy thesis about internet tourism
jr: good blog

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Thursday, April 23rd 2009

12:43 AM

I could never forgive Justin for what he did to me. He is such a scumbag liar. I hope I NEVER see him again.
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Saturday, February 28th 2009

2:01 PM

I feel so used. I felt like I've been led on.  He spends time with me, we do things together and then he just says he doesn't want me?!  He has too many good things going for him and he doesn't want me to spoil them. I have no choice but to understand. 

If he doesn't want to be with me, then I know I will find someone else that will. I know I have the will power to just erase him from my life from now on.
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Saturday, February 14th 2009

12:08 PM

Today is, by far, the worst Valentines Day I have ever had. Yesterday, Grant told me he was going to check out of his hotel at 7 in the morning. So this morning, I got up early and got everything done to meet up with him around 10ish, since after checking out he was supposed to go to the airport to spend time with his sister before she left. He "slept in" and called me at 9. He said he'd be clean his room and have everything ready by 10. Nope. It's currently 12:11 and I'm still waiting on his call. He said he lost his phone, so it's not like I can get ahold of him.  So I've been waiting on him for more than two hours.   I basically got stood up...on Valentines day...by my boyfriend. God, this is fucking pathetic.  Valentines day has always been special to me, until now.  THANK YOU, GRANT!!!!!!!! YOU ARE THE BEST FUCKING BOYFRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Tuesday, February 10th 2009

11:26 PM

im ahving a gd damn oanic attack and i fucking want to die. my head hurts, my eyes hurt and i feel so horrible. 

if no one gievs a shit, why do i care so much?
i just want to leave and live by myself foreve a nd ever.
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Tuesday, December 16th 2008

7:53 PM

I am getting so tired of him.

Grant, obviously. He's so mean to me sometimes. I love him so much, but I'm seriously getting tired of his attitude and the way he treats me. He doesn't make me happy anymore. I've been trying so hard to quit things he doesn't like, or quit talking to people he doesn't approve of, but I seem to get no credit for it. I'm tired of the way he talks to me, I'm tired of his insults, I'm tired of his screams, I'm tired of the shitty way he makes me feel, I'm tired of how rude he is for no reason, I'm tired of how he blows things out of proportion and later ends up realizing that he really is sorry, but only when it's too late and I've already been hurt.  I told him so many times that I want him to change, that I want him to be the person he used to be, but I don't think that's ever going to happen. I'm not in love with the current Grant, and since it's pretty obvious that's all there will be I'm just considering leaving him for good. I'm tired of the BS drama that always goes on. I'm fucking tired of it all.  

I love him to death, but I can't deal with his bullshit anymore. 
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Friday, December 12th 2008

10:28 PM

Fuck.

I need to move the fuck out of this house.

I don't have a job, and I need to find a CHEAP pet-friendly place. So, somehow, I'm supposed to afford this while buying groceries, paying for school, paying bills, and probably buying a new car since the one I use technically isn't mine and i doubt my bitch ass parents would give it to me. 

I'm so frustrated. I have no fucking idea what to do.
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Wednesday, December 3rd 2008

8:44 AM

The Ataris- The Boys of Summer

iamevil - "The Boys of Summer" - The Ataris
Found at skreemr.com

Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summer's out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets
The sun goes down alone
I'm drivin' by your house
Though I know you're not at home

I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone

I never will forget those nights
I wonder if it was a dream
Remember how you made me crazy?
Remember how I made you scream
Now I don't understand what happened to our love
But baby when I get you back
I'm gonna show you what I'm made of

I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
I see you walkin' real slow and you're smilin' at everyone
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone

Out on the road today, I saw a BLACK FLAG sticker on a Cadillac
A little voice inside my head said, "Don't look back. You can never look back."
I thought I knew what love was
What did I know?
Those days are gone forever
I should just let them go but-

I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got that top pulled down and that radio on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone

I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got that hair slicked back and those Wayfarers on, baby
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
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Monday, November 24th 2008

10:06 PM

Worst day of my life.

  • Mood: Depressed.
I have never cried so much. I have never felt so fucking bad.   I have never reached a point where I feel completely crushed. I can't stop crying. I can't stop feeling guilty.   I want to throw up. I want to scream and punch myself for being such a fucking moron. 

I went to Grant's house this morning, and he asked if I wanted to take Buddy home with me. I said no because he always fights with Pee Wee and Goomba and it's always a hassle, and I was scared of leaving them alone for the 2 hours I'd be in class. Apparently, Buddy got loose and Grant found his body near his house just moments ago. He got hit by a car. It's my fault. I should've brought him home with me. I shouldn't have been such a fucking cunt. He was my little baby.  My little fucking baby and I'll never get to kiss him again. I'll never get to play with him and watch him lay in the sun. I'll never get to hug him. I'll never get to sleep with him. I'll never get to play with his big floppy ears. My tiny baby's gone and I will never get him back. 

i cant keep writging, i cant stio crying. i cant. i cant function, illwrite later.
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Sunday, November 16th 2008

11:44 PM

Today has been weird.

  • Mood: Betrayed :(
  • Music: Nothing.
A lot has happened today and I'm not sure what to think. I really have been trying to show I care and do things right, but apparently that isn't enough. Why do you have to be such a douche, Justin? At one point, I loved you more than anything. But I'm truly starting to see the real you.
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Saturday, November 8th 2008

10:28 PM

I am sick of it!

  • Mood: Hurt
I am not happy with the person he's become. I want my old Grant back, not the mean asshole. He makes me feel so bad about so many things. We went bowling today and he actually got mad because I didn't do well. He kept telling me how to throw the ball, but I couldn't do it at first so he got mad. It's not that I chose to ignore his advice, like he said. I just can't do everything he tells me to do. I'd gone bowling like 2, 3 times before and I guess it just takes me a while to feel comfortable enough to actually get the hang of it. 
I seriously just don't feel happy right now. I feel like blah. Like I'm just waiting for him to be nice again, but I don't know if that's ever going to happen. I love him sooo much and I know I've been horrible to him, but I'm trying hard to move on now and concentrate on us, but he doesn't care. He doesn't care that I chose to stop talking to my first fucking real love ever, and that was the hardest thing I've ever done. It's not good enough for him. Nothing I do is ever good enough for him. 

I am sick of it, I really am. If he's not going to actually forgive me and try to move on with me then I guess I can't do anything about it. I don't want to be in a relationship like this. 
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