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Name: Q.T.
Country: Cyprus
Birthday: 6/28/1991
Gender: Female
Interests: I wanna be a contortionist!
Expertise: Uhhh..... I don't know.... piano and drawing.. and persuading guys to do things=)
Occupation: I really woulld like to eventu
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Member Since:
7/26/2005
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Ummm... Not much is going on, but I thought I'd write cause as usual, it's been a dreadfully long time. Ok liss, pray for me AGAIN because I might be a little bit sick. I have to go to another doctor to find out, but all the same, I'd like your prayers. (pray BEFORE you rethink the whole god thing.. ok lissa?) (big sigh.) Today, I've done hardly anything. I got into a huge fight with my mom and it pretty much messed up my day. (fights have a way of doing that.) I'm such an idiot. I really need to quit acting so stupid to my family. Every day I wake up and Tell god I'm going to do better and then "MOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE TREATING ME THIS WAY!!" (then I slam the door.) (ha! A few days ago I slammed the door and it came off! ooops? It was messed up anyway.) She's a good mom really, I just need to shut up I guess.
I really love my family. They're all amazing people, and I never pay enough attention. I don't really know how to show my love for them. I hate myself.
Well......... I haven't been up to much.... School is boring and exhausting. I like to come home and relax, play music, and draw. I especially like it when my friends are over. I love them all so much. It feels so empty in the house when they're not here.
Ok. I need money.
Just in the past few weeks, I've:
1. Borrowed ten bucks from mishi
2. Spilled tea on my brother's 50 dollar math book
3. Broken my father's i-pod
4. Used my oil paints in my mother's favorite white jacket
5. Probably loads more I just can't remember
One day I'm going to become a billionaire, then I'll marry the man I love.
As my good friend justin says, "life sucks, then you die"
I disagree.
I'm excited!!! The horsleys are coming over the day after tomorrow. I can't wait.
well I've got lots of homework, so I gotta go
*muah*
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| Hey Hey HEY!
ARGGGGG!!! I don't want to go back to school! I'm not ready to stop being a sloth yet. I woke up at
7:00 THis morning and thought I would die.
Not much happened today. I got up and did algebra homework then took a shower then ate the slept till just a little while ago when mom came in the room and was like "Olivers on the phone" and handed it to me. I talked to him for a little while (w/my mom constantly interrupting us so she could tell him little tidbits of something. Then a few minutes ago she was like... I need the phone so you have to get off. So I did. and got on the computer. THere is my whole days history for you right there. I feel I have wasted my life. Not really, just today, but that doesn't sound dramatic enough. My mom is making good food for dinner! I have one heck of a school year ahead of me. HECK OF A LIFE!! OH!! I saw the Matrix yesterday and it was SWEET! I really want to be able to dodge bullets! That and having a billion dollars, is my goal in life. YEAH BABY I need to go sleep so I can dream about having a life. Oh by the way, just incase you didn't know.... I had a FREAKN' SWEET Birthday. Some day I'll tell everybody about it. Love always=)
Q.T. | | |
| HEYO!!!
I'll Be 15 in five hours! YAY! I have a bunch of presents for mike! (his b-day is the day after mine. we're sharing parties though! WHAOOHOOO!! I love the band Blue October! they really rock! Their lyrics are so believable and down to eath/real. I need to get their CD.
TTFN! | | |
| OMGS.
Yesterday was eventful! (sorry for calling you so late Lissa!)
Well..... SOMEONE BROKE INTO OUR HOUSE!! I was working, then I came down to the house. Mom and Carlos were asleep. I went down stairs and into the rec. room (you know, right outside my room) and started to practice tha quan doe in front of the mirror. I was stretching and kicking and stuff and (I didn't remember this part until after people went back to bed) subconsciously I assumed that mishi was in my room. I don't exactly remember hearing anything our of the ordinary or anything but I did assume that she was in getting ready for bed. ( I didn't "think" that, I just expected her to be in there for some reason. (I think now that I was hearing movement without thinking about it) When I went in there I was suddenly HIT with a HORRIBLE feeling. I didn't even go in any farther than a foot. I was standing by the door holding on to it. Both of the windows were open, but had the screens down. O my gosh, I had such a bad feeling about the room. Well, I listened VERY carefully to hear if there was someone in there. Well I heard breathing. It was pretty loud. It really was a person sound. (not a dog or anything) It was slow and loud. I SWEAR IT WAS A PERSON. You know how you can sort of sense that a person is in the room even when you CAN'T hear them? Well yeah..... So I thought two things. Either Mishi had Passed out (it sounded like sleeping, because it was so loud and even) because she wasn't on her bed, and I couldn't imagine that she was just standing in her room making absolutely no noise what so ever. OR someone had climbed through my window and was standing, BY the window in mishi's room praying I wouldn't come in and find him. Well. I was rather conflicted. I wanted to run, but all the same If mishi was passed out or something I didn't want to leave. Oh well. I was too creeped out and I ran. (I believe that I slammed my door but I am not quite SURE) so I ran up (leaving the door to the stairs open) Well. I ran over and the only person who was around was toby. I told him what happened and asked whether we should go check and see if it was mishi. Toby looked scared and said "mishi's up in the office..." Then we both got really creeped. Toby loaded his air soft gun an handed me another (pretty realistic) air soft gun. We went over to the top of the stairs. and looked down. The door was open. Neither of us wanted to go DOWN there to shut and lock it. Finally I ran down, locked it, and ran back upstairs. I ran in and woke mom up. (brave I know, but I figured that she would forgive me later.) I explained to her the situation, while toby was going and locking all the doors. She believed it all. (once before I witnessed something like this and no one believed me. That was frustrating.) She decided to call first the police, then dad. I called Mishi, upstairs and told her to come down ect. She came down soon after and I let her in. The next little while was craziness! Mom was on the phone with the police talking. (they had already sent people out) Mishi was talking to Dad, and the boys and I were looking out of all the windows to see if we could see him run passed. I got a major deja vu of all these nightmares I’ve had. involving break-ins, and especially that particular Window. (I’ve had bad dreams that have all been really similar, involving the certain window I was looking out of.) I was SOOOOOOO scared and I was crying. (I would hold together and then I would burst out in tears.) we also heard stuff downstairs. One thing we heard was my bedroom door opening and closing. (and just a bunch of movement) . Well, the police arrived and didn’t come in, they just all ran around our yard towards my room window, with guns and flashlights. we heard a bunch of stuff. They were down there for a long time. This might seen lame, but I really just wanted to call Oliver. I was SO scared and he just seemed like the person to make me feel better. I finally called him on Mishi’s cellphone. Just when I got in tough with him the police called us out onto the porch and were saying things and asking questions, so my conversation with Oliver was like this:
“Hey Oliver?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I call you back”
“uhhhh.... What?”
Then mishi told me to give the phone to her. While Mishi was explaining the situation to Oliver calmly, I was talking to the police. They had gone in through the garage and the doores that led to the rec room were closed. They couldn’t get in. They said they hadn’t seen anything so far and what exactly had we heard. They asked how to get into the area where my room is. We pointed the way, and they told us not to come back into the house “incase of a shoot out.” Well, Mishi gave me the phone back and Oliver did a superb job of cheering me up. I was crying some of the time on the phone and he was REALLY comforting. “It’s ok” He also tried to get his dad to drive him over. He said, “Gosh! I wish I was there! I would go down, scout everything out and KILL HIM!!!!” His dad said no. (because the police were there) HA! Before we thought of calling the police, we thought of calling Mr. Timmer!) Well, I started to feel better and oliver was joking around on the phone, and I eventually had to hang up with him because he was distracting me, and I couldn’t hear what the police were saying. They came up and said that they had looked into every place that could hold a body, and they hadn’t found anything. They said it was “safe” HA HA! RIGHT! Two of them took us down to show us the room to make us feel better. They showed us that the dust on the windowsill hadn’t been disturbed so no one came in through the window. (but they could have gotten in fairly easily through any of the doors. We were all out of the house for much of the evening) They also couldn’t find a way that the guy could have gotten out. The doores were locked from the INSIDE, windowsill was undisturbed, and obviously they didn’t go through the upstairs. Just then a third officer came into the room and said LOUDLY, “GOSH! I though MY apartment was messy!” It was hilarious. The other officers were like, “ We’re not supposed to SAY that when we’re in people’s houses!!!!” Ha. Then they told us a bunch of crap about other people being “mistaken” and “hearing things.” B U L L C R A P! They didn’t know, whether there really was someone in there or I heard a dog standing outside my window breathing very loudly and slowly. What - EVER! Good gosh! Well they exited though the garage, and we were laughing about the funny things they did as we walked up the stairs. Right at the top was ANOTHER huge policeman. I was like, “What are you still doing here?”
“ what do you mean, what’s happening down there?”
“Oh, they left.”
Then he looked all miffed and said, “They never tell me they’re leaving.” and walked out! =)
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Later that day......
Yeah. Ok. I know now that there was really noBODY in my room last night. I really do believe that it was a demon. Now, I’m not trying to sound weird or far fetched. Shortly after I wrote all that, I went to school. All day I felt oppressed, sick, scared, I wanted to cry ect. I had to leave class many times just so I could lie down on the bathroom floor and calm myself down. (usually resulting in tears) I was cold all day too. I looked around and all my friends were in t-shirts and looked perfectly comfortable. I on the other hand was in a bunch of clothes and shivering all day. This was not just a bad day. For the past few days really, I am sure, I have been under spiritual attack. The thing that was in my room was not a man. It was a demon. I went home today and found out that mom had planned a prayer meeting for the Moldavia trip with Brandon. Well, we talked and talked about what to pray for, and really, we decided to pray mostly for spiritual warfare. It turns out that, while I was working with Oliver in the office, Mom and Mishi were in a prayer meeting at the church, with the Timmer and Kelly's. After the prayer meeting, the Timmers went home. There was a lot of tension and the spirit wasn’t right. All was in an uproar and everything was going badly. Then that night, Mrs. Timmer had a HORRIBLE nightmare (Mom wouldn’t tell me too much, she just said it was terrible and demonic) and she woke up VERY scared. She called my mom this morning and told her everything. She suggested that her family was under spiritual attack. Mom remembered yesterday. Guess what! That’s the same night as someone was in my room, and opening doors. Mom then went on to mention all these other people, directly related to us, which have been under attack in “just the past few days.” They were all related to us, members of families close to us, or people or family of people in ministries in which we are taking part. Justin’s family is all turning on him for no reason currently too. We prayed and prayed tonight with Brandon. We anointed my room with oil and prayed. Everybody anointed ME with oil and prayed. They believe I was the one the demons were particularly centering on. We prayed long and hard for everybody close to us. (especially those who are currently under attack.) There IS something going on right now. Something big. But you know what. God is bigger. All day I wanted to die, and now I’m ready to fight. Warfare’s fun. (as Brandon says) God calls us to take up our armer and fight. We have armer. God gave it to us. We really have nothing to be afraid of. Dennis (our pastor) said at church a while ago that there were people in the building who were about to go though spiritual warfare and NEEDED to get ready, prepare. It was coming soon. Now I know, that that was true. Lately I’ve been going though a stage. I didn’t want to be real with God. I didn’t want to take action. I really didn’t want to brake out of my shell. Why couldn’t I stay little a bit longer? But I need to grow up. I’ve wasted enough time ignoring what really matters. I’ve got more important things to do. | | |
| Hola. I worked today..........work work work work work (for 4 hours and I only got 21 dollars.) I work for my dad and he's getting poor so I can't take too much money from him. (he wouldn't give it to me anyway) That would really suck if I had to move out of my lovely home. Yeah.
I decided I want to hurry up and be 18 so I can get married and start to live. Not that I'm not living now. I really do have quite an enjoiable life, but I want so much more that I'm currently not getting. I want a Hubby, A cool job (such as being a Movie Director/writer or someone who fixes up houses and sells them for a bunch of money) I want to have a baby, I want to drive myself around, I want my own house, I want a lot of things that I'll probably have in a while yet. Arg. wait wait wait wait wait..............
Oooooo! I want to date too (but I guess that was implied^ Well. I guess everything will come in God's time. I mean, I most likely "want" this stuff, but am not really ready. Like, I don't REALLY feel confident enough on my own. (A hubby would help with that though, I don't know)
I've been writing "death letters" recently. And I've figured out this whole way of hiding them so no one will find them till I'm dead. What I did was I put all the imformation in an envelope and gave it to Oliver. I didn't want to give it to anyone who was in my family just in case I die in a crash with them (if I die at a young age, its sort of likely that it will be with one of them.) SO I decided to give the letter to Oliver. I told him he REALLY could NOT open it until I was dead. He said even before I gave it to him that he understood, but this was really importent that he didn't look through my death letters so I made him "pinky swear" and since I still wasn't quite positive, He had a suggestion. He said that we should type out an oath that he wouldn't open it untl I was Very dead or in a Vegetative state.Then we both would seal it in blood! HA! WE DID! It was great. We typed it all up in this really cool font then printed it off and he burned the edges. Then we went upstairs and he took out a razor. AHHH!!! Well He was like "ok, let me see your thumb" And I was like, "sure" and He stabbed it! Really, it was just the littlest mark, but it went pretty deep. It was so fast that it didn't hurt that bad. So I made my bloody thumb print. Then Olivers like , "your turn" And I didn't catch on!! He made me stab his thumb! It was really hard for me. I don't even like it when people hurt bugs, much less ME stabbing his thumb to draw blood! I first just poked it sort of hard and he was like "ow! that's so lame! look at that little spec of blood!" so he told me to just go "in and out" well the razor was sharp on one side and on the other is was flat. I went with the wrong side so it dug into his skin but got caught. (again, not enough to draw enough blood but enough to hurt! CRAP!) So the last time (his dad was banging on the door to get going) he was getting fed up and said he couldn't do it himself cause that would be cheap. SO I did it. I got a way longer cut than the one he gave me but not as deep so it didn't bleed as much. Oh well. It worked. I am such a failer at stabbing people. (maybe someday if I practice....) It all happened yester day. We finally got it done and laminated (sp!) it. It's SO COOL!!! AHHHHHH!!!!
Well. I've rambled quite enough for now. I need to go. BYE | | |
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