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Name: catherine
Country: United States
State: District of Columbia
Metro: Washington D.C.
Birthday: 3/19/1990
Gender: Female


Interests: music, sk8ing, blading,annoying figures of authority, talking, chatting, singing, other stuff.
Expertise: writing songs, poetry, journal entries, being psycho, having wild, crazy, no holds barred out-there fun, destroying stuff.


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Member Since: 5/19/2005

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Wednesday, December 21, 2005

MERRY FUCKIN' CHRISTMAS

my mother doesnt want me. she fucked another man while she was married, and now im here. she doesnt believe in abortion, but i guess she doesnt believe in keeping her legs closed either. today is just one of those FUCK THE WORLD days. ive been having them alot lately. the world says fuck you, too. i just want to scream and break stuff and fight.

but im so very tired.

merry fuckin christmas


Friday, November 18, 2005

HI PEOPLE IM BACK.. I MISS YOU ALL SOOOOOOO MUCH!!! A LOTS CHANGED SINCE MY LAST LOGIN WICH WAS A WHIIILE BACK!!! JUST WANNA SAY I  SORRRY AND IMA START BLOGGINING AGAIN, PROMISE.

By the way i have a profile on my space .com and its myspace.com/tweaked_freak. l8r


Friday, June 03, 2005

Currently Playing
Lest We Forget: The Best Of
By Marilyn Manson

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today, irealized how intellectually alone i am. even when im talking to my friends, it feels like im the only one who fully understands the deep points of the conversation. i feel like im on a knowledge plane of my own. like, i cant even tal to my *associetes* (spelling) without having to dumb it down and that gets highly annoying. i hope one day i will get to be among other educated deep thinkers who share my love of the written word, and whose life isnt based on music videos ( wich i cannot lie , i do watch).
am i condemmed to forever be surrounded by mundane beings or will i someday mingle with the likes of marilyn manson, bill gates, david hawking, or gary larson. talk about gary larson!! hes the creator or the farside comics. hes comics have a weird sense of deppresingly realistic humor, wich people dont often ''get". whether he knows it or not he, is a great intellectual.
well ive completed my thoughts for the hour.

later,
eternal_mortal


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Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Currently Playing
Fallen
By Evanescence

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hey guys. schools almost out so the last day of edu-hell is june 8 for md.
i know i havnt been able to update often so thanx for still checking out my
site.(this means you quinsy).well guys im still looking for members of Self Inflicted.
I (we) still need a bass player, a drummer, a lead guitarist and maybe a
keyboardist. i will be the front woman, though we could be like good charlotte
in the sense of having 2 front people. or we could make songs where everyone
gets a chance to sing. the band will be hard rock though the style will vary from song to
song. we have so many optins that will never be explored without members.

anyway, back over here in the land of the intellectually alone, i need to hurry p and turn 18
(it will happen in three more years) so i can move out of my moms place and get my own
appartment (im being realistic). im getting tired of living with other people, and having no
privacy. i know i probably sound like a whiny little brat but thats how i feel so deal with it.

lifes a sick twisted joke with no punch line.
ponder that


Thursday, May 26, 2005

Currently Playing
We Are Not Alone
By Breaking Benjamin

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hey. todays blog is a poem called WHITE NOISE.

Blank loud soundless
kind of like the soundtrack to my life
you cant hear it but it speaks
deep dark meaningful
words unspoken say so many things
words that could make a deaf child cry
melodic deppresing heavy
too heavy to hold with two arms a sturdy back and strong knees
yet i bear it on my shoulders daily
bleak torn demented
too distorted to be reality but you recognize it at firt glance
too muted to be heard but it burns and burrows inside youre head

blank loud soundless
this is the soundtrack to my life
it screams a cry for help that falls on deaf ears



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