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You're more than a lover
There could never be another
To make me feel the way you do
Oh, we just get closer
I fall in love all over
Everytime I look at you
I don't know where I'd be
Without you here with me
Life with you makes perfect sense
You're my best friend

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Tuesday, August 26, 2003
drawings

smallavril.JPG (41883 bytes)AVRIL PUNK ROCK AHHHHH ANARCHYYA, THIS LOOKS COOLsmallwk.JPG (66302 bytes)WHEN ITS TIME TO PARTY, WE WILL PARTY HARD
smalldash.JPG (36543 bytes)i keep salting these wounds so they will feel like new
haharachel and reilly, i love you rach, my lil emo friend
ya, thats john dietz in 60 years.

Posted at 09:11 pm by reillycleare
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one more sad song...

One boy, one girl, two hearts, their world
Time goes by, secrets rise
One more, sad song, tears shed, she's gone
She'd take it back, if she only could

All the perfect words they seem so wrong,
She's gone
You wish that you could learn to see,
The door is closed and yo wish you could be

Alone with you, alone with me
What can I do, I can not breath
My heart is torn, for all to see
Alone with you, alone with me.

Best friend, worst thing, she's been, cheating
Friend deceives, she leaves
Last date. she cries, whispers, goodbye
She walks once more, out that door

Please stay, don't go away
The hardest thing is letting go of you
Stay, don't go away
The hardest thing is letting go of you
what can I do?

Alone with you, alone with me, what can I do
I can not see, alone with, alone with...

ok, the all american rejects rock. they are good, i really enjoy there music. so not alot happend today, had my boring day, IT RAINED w00t w00t, and some other stuff, at lunch i get bored, i want to start a food fight. but i wont. dont worry. rachel writes randmow notes, they r like i like boys .kyle.is.emo. its weird. shes weird. and guess what the 7 miles werent that hard. =]. we just had to run through little mexico, and it smelt really bad. it was nasty. i feel sorry for the people who have to live there its so sad, i wish i could help them, i mean at first prosper seems all climate controlled, but it really isnt, there is a whole lot of bad stuff, but i mean, not as bad as plano. that gay st. anger song is on. i hate metallica. they suck. hard. oh well, tomarrow is our little sun thing on the track. those things are boring, i dont appreciate them all that much. ok, this is really random, but i got chicken nuggets from Mcdonalds, and the box says "NEW! CHicken McNuggets! made with ALL white meat!" and im like well..yuck. for the slow ones out there, that weans that the chicken for the past history of mcdonalds were like plastic or something. yuck. ok, and it says all-whit meat, still not all chicken! what is up, things are so wrong these days.... oh ya, and here is an example of me being dumb. ok, rachel for the last week has been like cracking up over this and i didnt get it until today. haha. ok so she meets my dad for the first time, and hes like hi, you must be rachel. im scott. and rachels like hey im rachel...but you already knew that...haha, good times. oh ya, and then on the anouncements today they announced that the freshman cookies are back for sale! and then a minute later they were like and the freshamn cookies are now on sale!!...but you already knew that. it was funny, you had to be there. im bummed, my dad isnt comming home until friday now, because he has to sign for some like huge deal in sweden, im like ok...thats gay, but hes like it will pay off...thats cool. ok, why is everything about sex? like if you think about it, all music has to deal with sex. except for like that song they played in spanish, but like lemme thinki of a song, ok, everything dashboard is like sex. even saints and sailors, she smiles like a saint, but she curses like a sailor...you know, its about a girl, who he dated, and had sexually involved relations. im like can everyone just wait until they get married, so we dont have aids or like teenage pregancy. ok, well i am gonna go and write my three sentences for english, ahaha. WAHOO, hey comment in my guestbook and i might update, ecspecially if your hot. ой.

p.s. the song is one more sad song by the all american rejects.

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Monday, August 25, 2003
Walking By...

Your grand dad left home for the circus. He was young just like me,
with hope to explore. He married a girl in Virginia.
She could swing the trapeze; they could sleep on the floor.
Your mother was born in December, on the one sunny day that winter gave up.
She had warm summer eyes that flickered like fireflies,
when she stared at the world.
So why do you leave these stories unfinished,
my Cheshire cat doorstop with tears in her eyes?
Why do you look when you've already found it?
What did you find that could leave you walking by?
She was raised in a New England village.
Then she moved to LA with her firefly stare,
and you loved sunset strip when it sparkled,
you grew up and you sparkled but why don't you care?

So why do you leave these stories unfinished,
my Cheshire cat doorstop with tears in her eyes?
Why do you look when you've already found me?
What did you find that could leave you walking by?
These nights I get high just from breathing.
When I lie here with you I'm sure that I'm real,
like that firework over the freeway.
I could stay here all day but that's not how you feel.
So why do you leave these questions unanswered?
The circus awaits and you're already gone.
My Cheshire cat doorstop with fear in your smile,
what makes it so easy for you to be walking by?
And what did I do that you can't seem to want me?
Why do we lie here and whisper goodbyes?
Where can I go that your pictures won't haunt me?
What makes it so easy for you to be walking by?

well, thats a start. haha, i hope you guys read that, thats the best song, ever, its Something Corporate- Walking By. I think it tops Konstantine, but thats me. I think i like somebody, but i dont think im going to say, she probably wont like me back, like almost everybody, but its ok. im starting to think nice guys do finish last. why am i so emo? i have like no self-esteem, but i do, its weird, like i feel good about myself, but when it comes to girls, i like ok then, and i dont know. but ya, change of subject. i got more gummy bears, wahoo! and i plan on making raunchel a dirty picture with them. =]. shes into that whole porn thing, dont ask me why, shes kinda weird like that. i do not want to run tomarrow. seven miles (in which she moved back into tomarrow) its way far. freaking sabih cant even run that, thats such crap, oh and to top it off, im like having high expectations, this is perfect. haha, maybe she will cut it down, psh yeah right. and its not even like we run as a group she lets us run off, and its like mmm then, and so we have like pressure not to get passed, and everybody cheats. its funny. haha, i had fun today, i wish i were in grade 10, life would be fun, but i like 9 too, i wish we could like converge grades, that would work. im so stupid, i dont have any friends. but like, prosper isnt a big group of goody goodies any more, everyone is like bad it seems, and im like well then, haha, but high school is what you make it. i wrote the longest note ever today, it was to rachel, i was bored in study hall, so i took notes on erectus homosapiens. yea. i know. haha, they are the homosaiens (humans) who came before us and they like erected all this basic knowledge (i.e. fire, ya, i know) and so they like evolved into the homosapiens that we are today, arent you glad? ya, i wrote that in the note, haha, fun for raunchel. kyle is my emo friend. but hes still cool. ben (mexican) doesnt think i like him, i do, hes cool, except he is a poser off of me. but oh well, who doesnt want to be cool like me. oh wait. most everyone. (haha, thought i was gonna have high self-esteem didnt you?) kristin halback is so gay. she dumped dustin. oh well, hes so yesterday. i hope it wasnt b/c i was joking about telling her mom about them. haha. tricia=funny. she makes everything good. i love my cross country people. they rock. we have fun. i cant wait until the pasta party, ya heard me? haha, when the girls did the time trial and we were done, man that was classic. i could have died. will croxville is a funny funny kid. he has friends. and i beat him out of the locker room today (w00t w00t) oh yea, im bringing a radio tomarrow, so we can listen to w00p there it is, and shake ya tail feather. haha, cross country guys are great too. we have so much fun. reilly sad when cross country over. but hopefully i will still run, then i can be a stud and go varsity for cross country. i want to get my letterman so soon. but, i think i dont play enough sports, haha, im like only running, and i hate track meets, practice, ok, track meets, no fun. its like ok, i run like 4 laps around a boring track, no1 watches and most the time its freezing. not fun. at all. maybe i will only be 800, i would be ok with this. im listening to screaming infidelities. it reminds me of making out. it says and now i wish that i was anywhere with anyone making out...ya, true that. i havent like been like serious about any girl besides whitney, and that was along time ago, i like this new girl. shes nice. but im not going to get my hopes up for rejection. and plus if i told her how i feel, it would be weird. really weird. ecspecially because shes my cousin. but anyways today in geom. i was so bored. it was like the most boring thing ever. i wrote rachel her note then, and i kept writing up until athletics. im just kidden about her being my cousin. i gotcha though didnt i. im cool. well, im gonna go now, i hope you have enjoyes this entry. ой.

Posted at 07:06 pm by reillycleare
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Sunday, August 24, 2003
maul

hey. yesterday was fun. went to mall. saw uptown girls. and then i got a call from raunchel and she was all im in the mall and i was like ho, why and she was like were seeing a movie and i was watching her talk on the phone to me, it was crazy. i love raunchel. im gone. ой.

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Saturday, August 23, 2003
QUIZ












Posted at 11:50 am by reillycleare
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my emo picture

my emo picture

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Friday, August 22, 2003
it was mutual.

hey. ok. today. rock. went to the cotton gin and so my favorite eigth grader, ashley neal. then rachel came over for a while and we chilled. i have cross country tomarrow. i see sleep in a moment. high school is fun. i didnt have cross country this mroning, and everything was easy i got a 90 on a pop quiz (what now? bring it), i got a bunch of happy person grades. it made me happy. i dont have luch with rachel. sad make reilly this. but i do like my freshman. if you use the word loliez, let me shoot you. i want to be emo. i want a shirt that says im emo and the back says ...sorta. haha, good one rachel. shes great. but everybody needs to be really nice to her shes just had a bad breakup, she swears it was mutual and it was time. she cries every night. listens to konstantine and other things. and cries more. shes emo....sorta. i like her. shes cool. im sleep. ой

EDIT: ok, rachel doesnt really cry. she wears non run mascara, she actually is ok. im glad. and i like the american eagle comerical song. its funky fresh. kk. nite.

Posted at 10:33 pm by reillycleare
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Wednesday, August 20, 2003
starting as a freshman...

hey. welcome to my journal. im going to right it from starting a few days to my 15th birthday, up until i turn sixteen. its gonna be all about my life as a freshman, and trying to resist the temptations of high school. dont get me wrong, im not like going to be drinking and smoking weed, but i think im gonna change this year. but who doesnt? i think all freshman do, either for the good, or bad, im going to make it for the good. i hear from mrs. harlow that high school can be whatever you make it. im making it the best i can. im kinda bummed about not being able to go to school with the class of '03, because they are such a great class, but i know if i need anything answered i can ask them. i am glad that i have such a great youth group, and i can always turn to jason. i think im gonna go and stop boring you, and go to sleep.ой.

Posted at 08:48 pm by reillycleare
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