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taLk it all OUT--
Monday, July 18, 2005
ello ♥ hmm well, I was informed this morning (actually when i woke up at around 3:15 pm)my mom had told me that my great grandma died. A part of myself felt empty.I remember the last thing I actually had said to her was goodbye, it was Fourth of July. I was kind of on the side watching the hospital t.v. in her room. When we left, she waved to me, and we went on our way. I loved her. Even though we weren't as close like back in the day, I always thought she was humble and sweet.Like all nice grandma's, I guess you could say. My aunt paid $3,000 for an autopsy cause she believes that the hospital was showing neglegence towards my grammie.She was the kind were you needed to be watching her the whole time. She usually was a tad bit confused about her surroundings. When my mom had told Henry (my g-grandma's "boyfriend") i felt like crying, his voice was indescribable when hearing about the news.Right now I'm just drinking pink lemonade, looking at my proofs for my senior pictures. yes'm, that's right folks, theyz be a' here. They're alright I guess.Not model material but o well. Le sigh.I'm off like a prom dress. * Kri S tin *Way tee hee
neverbeapart6:17 PM
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My name is Kristin.
I play drums, marching snare to be exact.
Boys with nice hair can get me in a heartbeat.
I live in small southern town in Texas where not much happens. Just a few highschool fights & random havoc keeps us alive.
Starting to have a small obsession with the word emo/screamo/scene and everything affliated with it.
Photography is love ♥ (i need batteries for my digital camera ... le sigh)
I'm a sucker for romantic schit.
My fave snack is strawberry jello. yumz
Randomness is sexy (i should know HA! i kid)
Zombies like wow. (i like watching horror movies, as well as comedy)
I hate doing this so early in the morning.
my back starts hurting and i usually want to go to sleep o_O
♥ ♥ ♥
Fin
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kristin inc.
wish upon a star
- waiting to go to see My Chemical Romance next Saturday
*check em out* MCR
- i want sum Vans slip on's, they look rad
- October tickets to see A7X
- strawberry jello ♥
- f*ck it, I want Jamison Covington!
- possibly some new gear/drum crap/trendy fashion schtuff/"new threads" hahaha.
ha! wow ....
I didn't know you were a whore. Gross, nasty, blah. you should be on your little street corner.
making some money for your pimp daddy. schlut.
its alright though, everybody is a whore nowadays.rock on you.
congrats ♥
Boys really should make funny faces more often
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