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Post by Corleone ‘72 on Jan 1, 2005 10:01:19 GMT
welcome to the diary of Alena Jensen. I wanted to start one because I am tired of writing things on paper and plus the BMMB owns. A new journal for an icky new year.
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Post by Corleone ‘72 on Jan 1, 2005 10:10:51 GMT
oh god I can't go back to school on the fifth! ack! A semester has gone by and I ruined any chance of being anything AT ALL. The emo guy in whom I still don't know the name of hates me I can promise. He over heard me telling someone how I follow him around. and plus I follow him around and I think it gets on his NERVES! he just thinks he's all pretty with the rest of his little emo juniors. I think he's korean or something. but he put brown streaks in his bangs and I could have killed him. I'm a sad little human. plus most of my teachers hate me, and demonstrate it with my grades. I think I'll get jumped this semester too. fun. the punks are retarded at my school! errrrrrrrr! ecept for one. ruben. he's cool.
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Post by Corleone ‘72 on Jan 1, 2005 10:39:33 GMT
happy new years ya sure. this will be the first full year of my entire life without Marlon Brando. It just eats at me day and night. I think I'll put an MB on my arm above the 72.
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Post by Corleone ‘72 on Jan 1, 2005 10:44:27 GMT
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Post by Corleone ‘72 on Jan 1, 2005 10:47:51 GMT
well, I have to go to sleep now because if I get caught being up at 3:30 again, I'll get thrown in the dungeon once more because for some reason it's a crime to be up past 2:00. freakin dumb man. <3
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Post by DCOTN on Jan 1, 2005 17:43:58 GMT
rawr rawr, just dont get caught with the MB! i'll miss you if you go away.... happy-freaken-pathetic-assed-new-year. it rained. all night, last night. i'm hoping its a good sign for me XD
<3333333
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Post by Corleone ‘72 on Jan 3, 2005 5:27:46 GMT
thanks I'll try not to although I think that arm is cursed!
who said I was going away? THE ALENA STAYS!
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Post by Corleone ‘72 on Jan 3, 2005 5:30:22 GMT
or maybe I should just wait a few years and make it a nice lil tattoo.
I'll have:
Rest In Peace
Marlon Brando
and somewhere else:
The Godfather 1972
ooooooOOoooo
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Post by Corleone ‘72 on Jan 3, 2005 5:38:38 GMT
yesterday was pretty cool. I watched Don Juan DeMarco for the first time. IT OWNED LIKE NO ONE'S BUISNESS! Marlon + Johnny= magic!
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Post by Corleone ‘72 on Jan 3, 2005 5:42:23 GMT
today was iww. My sister went to Berkly with my brother and didn't even bother to ask if I wanted to go. I HATE my siblings they are stuuuuuupid! gah and mean. CURSE AGE DIFFERENCE AND DIVORCE! Instead I got to go to the bay area to my grandma's house and pull weeds for 5 bucks! fun.
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Post by Corleone ‘72 on Jan 3, 2005 6:09:31 GMT
ok, I don't know if you guys remember the little 'bagger boy' incident, but I went to the store today and I was in line when some 'bagger girl' whispers into the cashier's ear and all I heard was 'she's the one...-insert bagger boys name-' I want to tell them all off so bad! grr... I shall never go to the store again and simply starve.
*offically dies*
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Post by Corleone ‘72 on Jan 3, 2005 7:07:12 GMT
 Break on through You know the day destroys the night Night divides the day Tried to run Tried to hide Break on through to the other side Break on through to the other side Break on through to the other side, yeah We chased our pleasures here Dug our treasures there But can you still recall The time we cried Break on through to the other side Break on through to the other side Yeah! C'mon, yeah Everybody loves my baby Everybody loves my baby She get She get She get She get high I found an island in your arms Country in your eyes Arms that chain us Eyes that lie Break on through to the other side Break on through to the other side Break on through, oww! Oh, yeah! Made the scene Week to week Day to day Hour to hour The gate is straight Deep and wide Break on through to the other side Break on through to the other side Break on through Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Post by Corleone ‘72 on Jan 3, 2005 7:09:38 GMT
Soul kitchen
Well, the clock says it's time to close now
I guess I'd better go now
I'd really like to stay here all night
The cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes
Street lights share their hollow glow
Your brain seems bruised with numb surprise
Still one place to go
Still one place to go
Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
Warm my mind near your gentle stove
Turn me out and I'll wander baby
Stumblin' in the neon groves
Well, your fingers weave quick minarets
Speak in secret alphabets
I light another cigarette
Learn to forget, learn to forget
Learn to forget, learn to forget
Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
Warm my mind near your gentle stove
Turn me out and I'll wander baby
Stumblin' in the neon groves
Well the clock says it's time to close now
I know I have to go now
I really want to stay here
All night, all night, all night
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Post by Corleone ‘72 on Jan 3, 2005 7:11:03 GMT
Light my fire
You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire X2
Try to set the night on fire
The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on baby, light my fire X2
Try to set the night on fire, yeah
The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on baby, light my fire X2
Try to set the night on fire, yeah
You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire X2
Try to set the night on fire X4
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Post by Corleone ‘72 on Jan 3, 2005 7:12:39 GMT
Back door man
Wha, yeah!, C'mon, yeah, Yeah, c'mon, yeah
Yeah, c'mon, Oh, yeah, ma
Yeah, I'm a back door man, I'm a back door man
The men don't know, But the little girl understand
Hey, all you people that tryin' to sleep
I'm out to make it with my midnight dream, yeah
'Cause I'm a back door man, The men don't know
But the little girls understand, All right, yeah
You men eat your dinner, Eat your pork and beans
I eat more chicken, Than any man ever seen, yeah, yeah
I'm a back door man, wha, The men don't know
But the little girl understand
Well, I'm a back door man
I'm a back door man
Whoa, baby, I'm a back door man
The men don't know
But the little girls understand
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