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[07 Feb 2006|02:47am] |
ok i lied. well, i changed my mind and my reasonings. i added some of
my old friends, but if i didn't add you and you want to be added my new
journal is
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[01 Feb 2006|11:39pm] |
i have a new journal.
probably not gonna fun like this one.
if you want to be added, comment here
and i'll add you. i know that doesn't
really make sense, but it's how i run
things, so just cooperate.
thank you.
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[19 Jan 2006|01:43pm] |
ohhh random things:
- i pop up everywhere, bitches. don't ever underestimate my 007 skills.
- i am obsessed with the song tegan and sara - walking with a ghost.
thank you jill and bev for having awesome taste in music.
- greg knows my myspace password. telling him it is probably the
dumbest thig i have ever done haha.
- i just burned the greatest CD in the history of mixes. maybe i'll
listen to it in my car!!!!! oh wait, nevermind!
- the number of failing the permit test is now at 3. i am awesome.
- slore is the word of the moment. SLORE.
- my official weight is 109 lbs. dopee.
- megan capilli and laura fortunat will be in florida for 5 days
on march 15th. how jealous are you? god bless sargent
gerard and his time share.
- my tattoo is completely healed and it's awesome.
- i need to stop smoking so much.
later, slores.
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[16 Jan 2006|09:02am] |
my name is megan capilli, i am 18 years old and i live
in ringwood, new jersey. here's my update :
- i have gone to a real club for the first time and had an amazing
time.
- i've gotten served at a bar.
- i hung out with people from the past and loved it.
- i found out that he still has my bandana tied to his shifter.
- i love laura ann fortunat endlessly, even when she yells at me.
- became friends with people i've always known, but never really
knew before.
- i had teej save my life.
- experianced greg infante turn 20 years old, get extremely
smashed off of whisky, sing into a microphone at 6 in the a.m.
and snore so effin loud that i could not sleep.
- had my conscience completly cleared.
- went party hopping with bev and jill, whom i love dearly.
- got a tattoo that i am extremely happy with.
- started talking to an awesome person again.
- failed the permit test...twice haha.
- i have been listening to third eye blind, circa survive and
nsync religiously.
- lost over 12 lbs.
- lost two of the most important people in my life. despite
everything, i honestly didn't think that i would actually loose
either of them until yesterday. but they are gone and it's
probably the best thing that ever happened to me in my life
and i finally feel at ease.
- i've informed a few people of the absolute truth.
- 23,000+ hits and still going.
- i had jill make my life.
- i've gone to work without sleep 5 times in a row and somehow
made it through every time.
- witnessed girl meet her hero.
- watched the sickest most disturbing movie ever. i was so tense
from waiting for gross shit to happen that my joints hurt when i
left.
- saw a lot of shimmerings.
- got molested by a huge spanish guy.
- got taken advantage of, to say the least, in more ways then one.
- had an awesome chat with someone i was obligated to hate
until recently.
- had a dabate with laura about how my rockstar was wayy hotter
then her lame tv show guy.
- watched both kill bills about 78 times.
- waited for test results that i'm convinced will never come.
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[11 Jan 2006|05:40pm] |
i've been hearing rumors that new jersey will soon be passing
a law in which you can't smoke anywhere. no bars, diners,
concert arenas or anywhere else where it seems necissary to
smoke if you are in fact a smoker. i think it pretty much goes
without saying that i am very displeased to hear such a thing.
if i knew jersey was going to become this gay, i might have
reconsidered my tattoo.
there is really no point to this entry, i just figured i'd let
everyone know how extremely sucky life might be real
soon.
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[10 Jan 2006|08:46pm] |
oh, deceit.
you have been my fashionable
accomplice for most of my life.
it is only now that i've come
to find that in time you have
turned against me and formed
bonds with those i've loved,
and it is i who have been mislead.
as our friendship comes to a close,
i would like it if you informed
your new found friends of their victory.
i'd like you to celebrate my demise
and remember me only as a simple
girl, because that's all i have become.
on the nights that i feel the most alone,
i want you to know that i will not think
negatively on you but instead run through
actions in my head that i had planned so
carelessly, realizing that i've done this
to myself in a roundabout way.
in time, i would hope to find the answers
as to why things turned out the way they have.
and i hope for the apologies to ease
their way in and make me understand
why these things had to be done.
but mostly, i would like to find a
reason to carry on in this 110 pound body,
because when i look at this over tired
face i can't comprehend what it is i'm
supposed to do with it anymore.
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[02 Jan 2006|03:33pm] |
my name is megan capilli and i'm 18 years old.
these are some random facts/thoughts of mine:
- i really enjoy working at mandees with nicole
and making everyone who works there very
aware that we are real funny.
- i haven't been real drunk in a long time.
- random visits from laura ann make me happy.
- when me, jill & bev are in a car together, we
seem to always sing the real trashy parts of songs
real loud. (ex: "i only want sympathy in the form
of you crawling into bed with me.")
- i am single.
- nicole and i have been introduced to the
phrases "i'm so bummed." and
"i'm so bummed on you/*name*"
and we use them frequently because we think it's
real funny.
- i need to see greg's sex tape.
- me and nicole call haggard girls haggard, and
it seems to make people real excited.
- on thursday, i plan on getting tattooed and
getting my permit.
- yes, i still don't drive.
- myspace was created for sluts and sex addicts.
- i find the "flick your bic" phrase on lighters to be
real sexual.
- i am always thirsty, so i've been keeping a good
supply of lemon lime + strawberry x-factor gatorade.
- i can't eat more then 2 bites without getting full as
of late.
- new years sucked - but my dress was awesome.
- i never want to see flowers ever again.
- last night sucked in so many ways.
- i've missed jill, bev, greg, aj, mike and laura so much.
and i miss nicole because i've only seen her for less
then three hours in the past 2 days.
- in order of most imporant, my list goes:
nicole, cigarettes, beverages, myspace, my phone, food.
sex can fit in that list whenever, depending on the day.
- i want to play an awesome game of dare real soon.
end.
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[20 Dec 2005|12:16am] |
simple-minded thoughts flow
from your child set mind
through your enervated lips
that tire from your exaggerated words.
bulimic, anorexic tendancies
no boundaries
"i'm so pretty -
yet i hate myself."
unbearable conversations
directed to you in layman's term
and yet, we are still unable to get
the point across.
pathetic, unreasonable reasonings
"i love him -
but he hurts me."
tears that only a mother can passify
because no one else will hear it.
people mistake this for jealousy,
when in fact i only feel that i
was taken for less then i'm worth
and for that - i will make it a point
to ruin whatever secrets you may be holding.
and for that, i suggest you watch you're next move.
and for that, you have gained a silent enemy,
but only silent in the sense that
neither of you are clever enough
to figure me out.
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[17 Dec 2005|05:31pm] |
sometimes, i like to cause a scene.
real update soon.
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[19 Oct 2005|09:09pm] |
my cousin randomly IMed me today, and what she said made me
laugh. so this entry is for her. not so much that it will be
interesting for her to read or that i've done exciting things,
but that she's my cousin, and i love her.
( truth. )
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[03 Oct 2005|06:01pm] |
considering my posts are few as of lately, and
they're never anything anyone really wants to read,
i figured it was time for another one of my "my name
is megan capilli" posts. i hope you enjoy it.
my name is megan capilli, i am seventeen years old
and live in ringwood, nj. sometimes, megan and
nicole work at mcdonalds, other times they work
at mandees. which, for the record, is the most
mindless job ever in the history of life. i like
when people write me notes, i like it so much that
i hang the notes i recieve on my wall. they are pretty
interesting notes. sometimes, i am a bad influence
and start people on bad habbits such as smokeing.
sometimes, i try to force these same people to drink
aswell, but get denied. sometimes my myspace headline
is "pinkeger&slapllama for life, suckaas!!!", but only
three people in the world will understand what that means.
sometimes, i only drink redbull and eat slim fast bars
all summer, and get real skinny, then start eating real
food often, and get not so skinny. i hate snow, and winter.
my favorite part of the year is coming up. it's the week
of halloween and my birthday which are excellent days.
sometimes, i need to get a haircut. so i'm going to go
do that now.
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[03 Oct 2005|05:44pm] |
today was the first time anyone other then my parents had
bought me flowers. he tried so hard to get me brown.
in case i have ever neglected to let him know how much he
means to me, let me say that he is my everything.
and that i love him. because i really do.
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[03 Sep 2005|07:49am] |
do you remember last summer?
.............................................. i want it back.
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[30 Aug 2005|01:08am] |
today felt like old times. i loved it more then you can imagine.
i hope it stays this way. i really do. these are the people who
mean more to me then anyone else ever will, and despite the
distance we have had between us, we manage to go right back
to where we used to be, for the most part.
all in all, we are still better then most.
and we will undoubtedly have more fun then you.
truth.
lovelovelovelovelovelovelove.
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[23 Aug 2005|05:36pm] |
you talk a lot, but you only manage to say one of two things:
1. how bad you've got it.
2. how much i'm a disappointment.
you test my limits with the words that spill from your alcohol
stained lips and try to convince me i'm not worth much more
then what you given me. i correct you by letting you know
how much of a parasite you've been on my adolescence.
"that's not my fault."
well, it wasn't mine.
it's hypocritical to say that i don't reach your standards,
seeing as though you've never reached mine.
so keep filling the ears of strangers with your sob stories
because i know you love their sympathy. let yourself believe
that every wrong made in the past four years was no fault
of your own, if it helps you sleep better at night.
keep drinking, so your beer muscles give you the strength to
throw your semi-conscious body into bed every night next to the
man who lost his right to be there in the eyes of everyone but you.
waste the pathetic excuse you have for a life away hiding behind
a job you love, but pretend to hate because it's stolen your dignity.
but talk down to me again, and try to take me for less then i am
and i promise the next thing that i drive your car through
will be you.
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[09 Aug 2005|02:56am] |
it's not so much nervous as it is anxious.
patience is a gift i certainly was not blessed with.
i know the time gaps aren't as long as they seem,
but that doesn't stop me from pacing.
tonight, i went out for coffee with good friends.
most good nights consist of the two.
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