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Name: olivia larson
Country: United States
Gender: Female
Interests: music, photography, vocal sounds of many, hydration, cars, blown glass, makin' da dollaz.
Expertise: homicides on tuesdays and thursdays.
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
4/21/2004
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| xanga, your prime was northwest arkansas' scene's prime. the years of 2002-2006. Some made it to 2006, most did not. I did not. by 2006 there was something else on my mind that was retarded. so after mulling through old, abandoned xangas of previous xanga users and e-friends, i have decided that it wouldn't be a bad idea to use you. Of course, it'll be a very strange feeling at first...as an example: it took me about five minutes to find out how to update you. I only found out how to update you by finding a link on the new private profile exclaiming: "go back to the old private profile". Ultimately, I failed at using your new, improved and strange system. Do not fret, old man, you see, despite my slight embarrassment for the name i picked in 2004, i'll keep you. It's nostalgic, which is comforting.
So I'm funny. Like, my first xanga profile (frolicing_biscut): it's second to last post was on four twenty. and i said: i hope you choke on your pipe. I just had my first drug test today and i'm crossing my fingers that i pass it. i'm sure i will because i've been THC free for like, a while. A while enough to get it the fuck out of my system. So thats different. I like weed, ya dig? I mean, i don't smoke now because shit happens, but yaaaaa man. It's pretty chill to be a pothead. Oh yeah, that too. I talk differently. I was fucking weird when i was younger and still used this thing. To an extent, i make fun of kids who talk like that. or at least write their xanga posts like that. Perhaps its a little hypocritical of me, but i don't think so. All i see it as is evolution of the human mind and spirit. We all change, do we not? uh huh, we do we do.
I still love amy golden with all my heart. i should have just named my blog amy_golden. i wrote about her all the time. i still would like to continue that tradition. here i go! last week we spent together at choir camp as counselors of those youngins. it was really fun. i enjoyed myself and my time with her and bonding ensued. For a while we didn't hang out because i was a retard and got sick and stopped talking to people and decided to make new friends. I still have new friends sort of, but i can't leave dat chiq behind. so i went back and enjoyed my roots. i hope to enjoy them for a really long time but she's moving away to north texas for college. I'm really super stoked for her because she's going for music and pretty much fulfilling the dream that she and i have both had since like..birth.
I on the other hand, am not going to college. I went for a semester, failed two classes, blew all my money on dank weed, smoked 247, got a boyfriend, lost a boyfriend, went crazy. So i'm changing up what i'm doing to see if it helps me avoid crazy. Instead this semester i will: begin a "career" with Wal-Mart Stores Inc. as a Third Party Pharmacy Specialist, receiving phone calls and talking to insurance companies to make people get free drugs. I figure it's pretty nice considering i get a real salary. Like 25k yearly. I live with my grandparents in bella vista and have that said lost boyfriend back. I'm almost 18. Like, 4 weeks. A month. Ugh, i should have been 18 three years ago. or something like that... well, so now i'm just going to do whatever the hell happens when it does. work, have a boyfriend, make money, do some drugs, not fail drug tests, be happy, hopefully keep a good relationship with my family. my family scares me a lot. like, my dad talks to me sometimes and pretends that he'll keep in touch after i go see him, but it rarely happens. plus he has a new son to take care of. he's 8 months old and my half brother. his name is beckham john ralph larson. i did not name him.
my mom has become a 100% jesus freak and greets me with bible verses every morning when i wake up. i think its cute, but we view things differently. we value things differently, and things change. i wish she would love me for who i choose to be instead of what she desperately wishes she could form me into. still. after 18 years. i hate to be that ungrateful daughter who is rebellious and makes her mom cry for feeling guilty for my fuck ups, but i'm sorry. those are my mistakes to make. not hers, she is not responsible by any means of what i choose to do. i love her very very very much. i want her to know that. she lives in benton, arkansas with her husband of almost 7 months. she has inherited 3 stepdaughters. i now have...1 sister, 1 half brother, and 4 stepsisters. WTF.
uh...bethany is good. and old. i love her. very much.
sam allen. what do i say about you? you were my neighbor since 1997. it is now 2008 and you are my boyfriend. you broke up with me and it hurt really bad, but now we're back together. you scare the shit out of me, sam allen. but i love you. you want to take really good care of me and i like that. just...do it. like nike.
music is still really freaking cool. i listen to a lot of the same stuff i did when i was younger and used xanga. i listen to a lot of different stuff. ive spanned metal, electronic, down tempo, shoegaze, classic rock, whatev. its all really good. I DONT LIKE ANIMAL COLLECTIVE. NO.
the cats out of the bag.
that's what she said.
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| Look to the left, it is me. As a haybale. Bail? Beal? Baulge? :( What an utter inconvenience.
Today is Halloween, you all! Halloween, FOR all.
That is all.
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| My my meo mo my. A little less than a year and I am back already.
IF you haven't kept up with my life since I left xanga, there is no need to catch you up.
Nothing too extraordinary happened that needs to be recorded. In fact, everything that had been recorded was deleted in the touch of a button on the computer. I switched to livejournal, fucked up, deleted my livejournal. So no more memories for the past year. Fine by me, I think.
In recent news: I have to go to Har-Ber High School tomorrow to get my transcripts for the UofA, then give them to the UofA with my GED scores. In which case, they will accept them and get my signed up for my classes come January 2008. It is nice to have a plan. After I finish all of that mess, I will go to work. I will work diligently at Barnes and Noble in the music section for a couple of hours. Then I will finish work and continue on with my night with a smile upon my face, as is normal lately.
Also: My mom is kind of engaged.
Also: I am wearing a wool skirt.
Also: It itches.
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| apparently i don't exist anymore.
or at least have attempted.
and blindly succeeded? i'm not sure.
anyway. since i don't use the internet, let alone xanga, practically at all anymore, i assume it won't hurt a bit if i just decide to go: whoops. my fault. i'm sorry. i'm very sorry. i'm trying to fix it.
anyone who reads this probably won't understand. thank God.
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| don't be silly.
no one uses xanga anymore.
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