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March 31 2006
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March 31 2006
ok so these are just a few of the many people both dead and alive who have either inspired me i some way or are just plain out hot....(in order...) jeremy sumpter or peter pan, alexz johnson of instant star, sebastian bach of skid row, madonna back when she had style and talent, billy idol, johnny depp in cry baby...i have the exact poster in my room, jake epstein of degrassi, ashley in degrassi, tiffany amber thiessen, luke perry of 90210..., hendrix...nuff said, some of the cast of rent, molly ringwald, and lastr but not least the cast of my fave movie, THE BREAKFAST CLUB...
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March 30 2006
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March 29 2006
just got back from trish's house a while ago and i hade guitar practice...i had fun trish...dominick is soooo adorable!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...we should do it again sum time soon...dont put any awful pix up there k....put the peace sing one up there tho...anywayz...how has everyones spring break been???????? well, i guess im gonna go...
im off like a cheerleaders skirt
</3 britty
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March 28 2006
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March 27 2006
She’s a star in this scene
There’s no way to deny she’s lovely
Perfect skin, perfect hair
Perfumed hearts everywhere
Tell myself that inside she’s ugly
Maybe I’m just jealous-I can’t help but hate her
Secretly I wonder if my boyfriend wants to date her
She is the prom queen, I’m in the marching band
She is a cheerleader, I’m sitting in the stands
She gets the top bunk, I’m sleeping on the floor
She’s Miss America
And I’m just the girl next door
Senior class president
She must be heaven sent
She was never the last one standing
A backseat debutante
Everything that you want
Never too harsh or too demanding
Maybe I’ll admit it, I’m a little bitter
Everybody loves her, but I just wanna hit her…
Chorus
I don’t know why I’m feeling sorry for myself
Spend all my time wishing that I was someone else
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I get a little bit, she gets a little more
She’s Miss America
And I’m just the girl next door
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March 27 2006
I don't know why.
It wasn't that I didn't like myself.
Maybe I found the fictional me more interesting.
It was something that just happened,
Like an accident you see unfolding,
Happening to you in slow motion
But seeming to happen to somebody else.
And now that it's over
And I'm living in the wreckage,
I think: This isn't me!
But of course it is.