| lydia walker |
[Sunday
April 22nd, 2029 at 11:30pm] |
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the lonely tough girl who just wants to be loved( ... )
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[Thursday
July 1st, 2010 at 3:13pm] |
[Private]It's weird. Sometimes I look at my life now and I can hardly believe it's really my life. Dad is still... nonexistent, but I have Owen and I have Meghan and it's weird to say this, but I think I'm happy. Is that ridiculous to feel strange about? Being happy? Or is it just that I don't feel so lonely anymore? [/Private]
School's out and I, for one, am ecstatic. I'm really not sure where June went, though. Can you believe it's July already? We're having a big beach bash for the fourth, with BBQ and Fireworks and everything, so if you don't have plans, you should definitely come on by. The more, the merrier!
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[Sunday
May 23rd, 2010 at 10:20pm] |
Only a few weeks left in the school year. Thank fucking god. You have no idea how hard it is to focus on classes and exams when there is a gorgeous beach to be lounged around on. Meg, why did we get a place so close to the water again? Oh, right. Because it's AWESOME.
We should have a party. I feel like celebrating the end of the year. Y/Y?
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[Wednesday
April 21st, 2010 at 11:05pm] |
Is it weird how quickly this year has gone by? First year of college hasn't been nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Granted, I do have a pretty fucking cool roommate, so that makes it a lot easier to deal with the fact that I'm back in school, but still.
I am looking forward to summer, however. Oddly enough, I'd much rather be hanging out at the beach and reading things I want to be reading than sitting in a lecture hall listening to some boring TA ramble on.
Crazy, right?
I hear there are some good parties going on this weekend, though. I predict fun will be had.
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[Wednesday
March 24th, 2010 at 2:40pm] |
Cancun is fucking amazing. It's a shame we'll have to leave. :(
Just kidding, Owen! I hope you're missing us lots!
There are these guys staying right down the beach... SO hot
Meg, let's go dancing!
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| Wednesday November 18; 6:52am PST (LA) |
[Wednesday
November 18th, 2009 at 5:50am] |
I have to admit that my first semester of college has so far not been horrible. A couple of my classes are actually interesting and my roommate isn't TOO much of a freak (J/K Pippa! You know I love you!). I'm not crazy about this 7am class three days a week, but it could be worse, huh? We'll ignore the fact that I kind of haven't been to bed yet.
It's gone by crazy fast. I can't believe it's almost Thanksgiving. Owen, are we doing anything awesome? Please tell me you aren't going to, like, try to cook a turkey or something, because I have a feeling that really wouldn't end well.
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| Wednesday August 5; 1:09PM |
[Wednesday
August 5th, 2009 at 3:08pm] |
Apparently having a wealthy and influential dad is not without its advantages. Despite my extremely late application, it appears I have been accepted to UCLA for the fall term and I've also managed to secure a spot in the dorms - rooming with a Pippa something or other what kind of name is Pippa, anyway?. I have to admit I'm almost looking forward to it. I haven't had much to do for the past year except for travel around and worry about Owen after what that bitch did to him and the war and everything.
In other news, summer is almost over and I'm thinking about going to visit Meghan before school starts up again.
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| Friday April 24; 10:47AM PST |
[Friday
April 24th, 2009 at 10:46am] |
[the entire entry is blocked from anyone who would use this information to hurt her father or any of their family]
My father has no memory. Do you have any idea how odd that is? The doctor's all say that we should show him pictures and things to try to remind him of who he is and all of that, so I've been looking through things to try and find something.
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There's nothing, though. There is nothing, because my childhood has been largely devoid of a father. No pictures of us together. No letters while I was away at school. Nothing. It's like our relationship doesn't even exist. I mean, it really doesn't. I don't even know what I'm doing here.
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I'm glad Uncle Owen is here. He doesn't say it, but I think he's worried. How could he not be? I don't know if I'm more afraid that he won't get his memory back or he will I don't mind admitting that I am terrified.
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