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janiaka17
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Name: Ashley
Country: United States
State: Michigan
Metro: Lansing
Birthday: 7/17/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: first and foremost, there is my music: classic rock, psychedelic rock, 90s alternative, indie rock, new-wave punk, old school punk, garage rock, funk, grunge, underground hip- hop. second there is making music. playing it, writing it, singing it who cares. third? LIFE.
I’m a loser and a user so I don’t need no accuser.
Expertise: Um...looking at pictures of musicians...no seriously, music, in a way is my expertise, since I know a lot about, well, a lot.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  thesongsyouwrote
AIM: thesongsyouwrote
AIM: thesongsyouwrote
AIM: thesongsyouwrote
AIM: thesongsyouwrote
Member Since:
11/1/2004
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| I just worked five days in a row. Sometimes it's a wonder why I even get out of bed. I was unbelievably exhausted when I woke up this morning. I kept hitting the snooze button and finally crawled out of bed at 7:20 and hopped in the shower. I hate waking up to days that I have a good feeling will suck. I had a disscusion to lead in AP English, and I didn't even have enough time to finish the first chapter, I've been working so damn much. I didn't finish my World History homework, and source cards for the research paper in AP were also due today. plus, I had to go to work. Again. It's not that I don't mind waitressing, and maybe it's just because I'm so new, but it's sort of rough getting paid only $2.65 an hour and doing and putting up with a lot of shit. I dunno, it seems to be getting better the more I work, obviously, so life goes on. actually, school wasn't that horrible, because I spent all of lunch with Bethany (b-rock) in the red hall comp lab, trying to finish our source cards, while coming up with some of the funniest material I've said in a long, long time. And then our source cards were pushed back to tomorrow for a due date. Ahh. The bad parts of everyday I always remedy myself with knowing that there are worse things in the world, like war, famine, and Hawthorne Heights excess of guitarists. | | |
| i feel as if my brain is a white room. like a blank slate without any memories. i just don’t feel a need to leave and do anything constructive. i don’t want to do anything. its like the song “burritos” by sublime. bradley nowell was so depressed but no one knew it. maybe that’s why he smoked so much pot. i don't know. i just feel a need to write until my fingers break off. maybe i should go grab my pen. "and stop counting on that camera that hangs round your neck, because it won't ever remember what you choose to forget" | | |
| Okay.
This is your mission.
Using any form of downloading, record store, whatever,
BUY ANYTHING BY POLARIS!
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| It is disgusting how many things on the internet I have. I don’t want to go to work. Being a waitress is a blowhole. I cannot wait to get another job. I lo-lo-lo-love old Green Day. What should I go to college for? | | |
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