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Name: Genevieve
Country: United States
State: Ohio
Metro: Mount Vernon
Birthday: 1/13/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: Hum. I'm not much for picking out favorites. Come back later when I've gotten motivated.
Expertise: an expert at avoiding the proper way of answering questions... Most of the time. Especially with my parents.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Yahoo:  gcuva
Member Since:
7/28/2003
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| I was a really smart kid. I used to read the news paper. As a habit. In preschool. That's how I found out that one of my preschoo friends (Nick) had "died". I read about a mother and her child (Nick's age) dying in a car crash. I thought it was him because he was moving. I was heartbroken for nothing right then, because it wasn't actually him in the car crash. He did die though, just not then. He was eventually beaten to death a few years later by his mother's boyfriend, who was supposed to be babysitting. ... Anywho. And I was doing multiplication in first grade. I was just thinking about it, because I feel so angry at myself. I know I'm smart, but I never apply myself to anything. None of it is challenging enough to keep me happy. And even when it is slightly challenging, I get bored with things quickly. I need someone to beat me into shaaaaaape  | | |
| ... and then it began to beat me. Let's start with the loss of ALL OF MY PICTURES THAT WERE SAVED TO THE COMPUTER. I want to die. Those were my memories, and they're all gone. Now let's start on the Money Problems. Dad's car broke down, the computer broke down (hence the loss of my precious memories), the car my parents are trying to get fixed was already broken down; Reynoldsburg and Columbus taxing systems are being retarded and Mom had to go to court the other day to settle one of the issues; money was already a little lacking before my parents had to pay so much for sending me to that boarding school in the middle of nowhere; plus all the other bills we're already paying (including some of my sister's). Now we move on to the Personal Problems. Something is majorly wrong with my mood right now and I have no idea why (and for anyone who thinks it's PMS, of course it is- I've just never been this nasty). I'm confused & worried in the whole XY department, and Banquet (my school's version of Homecoming) is on the 18 and my mom wants to make me a dress but I know that's not going to work out. Drama in Mount Vernon, Drama in Reynoldsburg, it's just all over me. I feel better now, because whenever I just freak out I have this reflex to start reminding myself of all the good things tht ahve happened to me. Okay, so, life isn't all bad. But I still want coffee  | | |
| To say the least. Well, since everyone figures that nobody uses xanga anymore, I'll just confide into my whatever this is and hope that nobody reads it. So. Is it just me, or am I absolutely unslick with the whole guy thing? Maybe before I was just subconciously protecting myself because I knew I couldn't handle one. I mean, I got so used to guys just liking me secretly and when Alex asked me out last year, I'm like, "Sweet! Now I really know that I'm loved." So of course I said yes, but all he wanted was sex, and that was kinda a no for me because I had just really held hands with a guy that summer (2005), let alone the whole kissing thing. So that didn't last long, and then I was pretty sure I wouldn't date anyone ever again. And then Pennsic happened. Which wasn't a bad thing, because it was totally a self esteem boost. I mean, really. Half of the boys there were shirtless, and half of the boys there were flirting with me (shirtless or no). As well as a few of the girls... and everyone was living on the same campsite for two weeks... Anywho. And there was Mark, and I guess he was one of my more serious suitors...if I can call him that... We really didn't ever say that it was serious, but it was very nice. But then Pennsic ended, and I went back to school with this major self-esteem high. Which, I should note, dropped within the first day of getting back to MVA. I tried to resist it by hanging on to the thread that Mark may have been serious and it wasn't just a fling, but then my friends talked me into asking out this kid named Josh, who had a crush on me the year before and apparently had never gotten over it. So we went out, and that was actually working out pretty well until he started to go "demonic" and I tried to help but I think I made it worse so I just threw up my hands and threw in the towel. Then that whole fiasco ended. Except while I was dating Josh, there was this whole thing in Reynoldsburg... That I'm not quite sure of... And now I'm really confused. I wish I was as stubborn as I know I can be. Fuck
(pardon my french, I just don't know what to do) | | |
| (yes, I'm self-censored)
I JUST got back from the concert.
Oh my god.
That was flipping...
I don't know.
My vocabulary is unsuitable for the amount of awesomeness of that concert.
So, Kayla, Chelsea, Amy, Cody and I got there at about 3:45, then we walked around the Arena District and went to Starbucks (I got a double shot expresso with cream and it was NASTY). Then we went back and got in line, and met up with Matt Perkins and Andrew, then we all went to this place called... Fat... I don't know, it was Fat Something or other... But anyways. Then we thought the gates were going to open late, but actually our gate was opening many spare moments before the other one so it was sweeeeeet and then we went to the front and waited until Hush Sound came up.
There was Hush Sound first and they sounded sah-weeeeeeet, since I've never heard their stuff before today, and then the Dresden Dolls and they were so-so but "Coin Operated Boy," is the only song I know by them and like, a whole bunch of people were singing along with them on that song and I was too an it was fawesome. But then these overly obese freaks had this conspiracy to push and shove and flatten people and generally cause a comotion (the mosh pit hadn't started yet, so they HAD to do something), and me and Kayla were getting squished so I bit him and then I put my gum on one guy and Kayla's gum on the other guy and we eventually got so sick and tired of the stupid people who just couldn't get it through to their tiny little brains that some people thought iot was too early for a mosh pit, sop Kayla and I left. We watched Panic! at the Disco from the grassy area, and
OH MY GOD
they had these people in costumes dancing and acting and waving fans and canes and it was the SWEETEST THING EVER! These people were like, choreagraphed (or however you spell it) and everything, they were just the greatest thing. I didn't realize Panic! had so many people in their band.
These people on stage... I was so far away, it was hard to tell if they were guys or girls, since like... everyone was flat-chested.
Oh, and the drummer of Hush Sound is WAY hot. I was like, mesmerized.
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LET'S GET THESE TWO HEARTS BEATING FASTER, FASTER!!
I'm in love... | | |
| But I just felt compelled to say that I had a really strange dream last night.
Very strange.
It was very... Realistic.
Realistic for a dream, of course, but still.
Worrying.
I think basically all of my girl friends were in the dream... Even Cathy Howard, and I haven't spoken to her for a while...
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So there was this school function/ contest for ribbon dancing/ dancing, and I wanted to get in last minute to make fun of the whole thing, like a sabotage or something. But then I turn it in too late, so I'm the last person and I find out about it about ten minutes after I was supposed to be starting and I have no dance or song or ANYTHING, so I decide to go up to the mike and announce my hilarious intentions, but everybody is sort of being ADD and people are just walking around and playing with the mike and so I just walk away. Eventually, I end up hiding in this... I dunno. Closet/ shed thing on the side of the street, ducking into it to avoid being teased by a group of people.
(this is where it gets crazy)
So, if you're in my Reynoldsburgian group of friends, you are most likely familiar with the person I run into. But I'm not telling HIS name, because it gets kinda embarassing in any minute...
Yeah, so, we're talking, and I don't know how but... Eventually we both just sort of end up without any clothes on. And it's not as if we're doing anything, because we're like, on opposite sides of the shed/ closet thing. But... And then people walked in on us and it took a minute for them to realize that this guy and I are naked (because these bif blankets appeared out of nowwhere and we were covered up) And neither of us was really embarassed or anything, we were just like, "What's wrong with you? Have I grown a second head or something?" and they were just... Slack-jawed. Eventually, so many people walked in I just got tired of it and tried to get dressed (but these nasty girls came in and I was screaming so I didn't hear them) and walked out. Then Chelsea and Kayla and everybody is freaking out becuase they think I just lost my virginity with (that guy), and eventually Chelsea manages to seperate me from the herd and in a very Chelsea-like manner she just talks to me about the whole thing, asking and very skeptical about the ordeal. Through the whole talk she just sort of walks into this bog/ lake/ pond/ swamp/... thing. I'm wondering if I should follow (we're both wearing jeans and whatnot) but she just goes on like it's nothing so I decide to follow. Then she ends up sitting down on this bank of grassy-stuff that just sinks down into the water so only her face is sticking up out of the water. She just smiles and laughs at me for wondering whether or not I should sit down too, and she tells me that the water isn't that bad and we're already wet anyways.
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And that's the extent of what I remember. | | |
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