| check-mate |
[May. 3rd, 2006|12:49 am] |
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| | your last salute | ] |
okay. i think i'm the only one who reads this that i know... at least, i would hope so.
is this how people are supposed to help me on the things that i've asked? |
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| feed the birds |
[May. 3rd, 2006|12:09 am] |
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| | a spindle, a darkness, a fever, and a necklace | ] |
hello, old livejournal. how i've missed you and all your sophmore crap. you're owner is a senior now. and very old. and very different. and very odd. but still as pathetic as can be.
whispers. whispers. whispers. how i long for those whispers. the ones that i can't hear, but tickle the hair on the back of my neck just enough to where i can't help but giggle, slightly. and i want words that make things seem to be okay. words that i can't understand, words that i can't comprehend. i want someone to be there, breathing their breath on me, just so that i could know that someone was there with me. but no one is. no one was. and no one will. |
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| Come on, Baby, Take a Chance With Us |
[Oct. 17th, 2004|11:48 pm] |
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| | The End | ] |
Let's pray for your death before this fucking night is finished.
Everything is rushing all around and I feel misplaced and have drowned by now. |
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[Feb. 15th, 2004|06:21 pm] |
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If I died today, would anyone come to bid me farewell? |
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[Feb. 11th, 2004|11:41 pm] |
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What I really want to know is why can't I except the fact that I'll never see him again |
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| Titles are so 5 minutes ago... |
[Feb. 10th, 2004|08:47 pm] |
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| | nervous | ] |
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| | The Brick Shithouse by Placebo | ] |
My back hurts... God... I need to see some sort of chiropractor or something... Is it normal for your spine to be sticking out of your back? I think I'm turning into a hunchback like Quazi Moto.(forgive me if I can't spell his name correctly) But... Maybe if I'm lucky, while I'm inhabiting the Notre Dame, a gypsy boy will find me, and fall in love with me... God... someone help me.
Well, here's to another worthless and meaningless and pointless post. Make me smile.
"One night while upon the stair, I saw a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today; how I wish he'd go away."
I would be very much obliged if someone could possibly find out who wrote that for me. It's been driving me mad for quite some century's now. Au Revoir, ma cherie. |
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| You can never have too much salad. |
[Feb. 9th, 2004|09:53 pm] |
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| | The humming of my computer. | ] |
My mom learned from Emily's mom how to make the world's greatest salade today. Damn that salad... I just can't stop eating it... It's like... a drug... but... healthier and better tasting. Curse your mom, Emily and Rebekah, for making these great salads!!!
So, I wore red pants today... it felt weird... I mean- pants is one thing, but red pants... now that's another. It was rather interesting though, I must say.
Oh, and I simply must mention as of how god hates me. Why god hates me, I cannot say... but I know that he does. He broke my cd player!! I mean- I go to reach for my cd player, and, all of a sudden, out of no where, it just snaps... and now I can't close it, which means, now I can't listen to music anywhere besides my room and... where ever else people have cd players and such. And, today, my mum basically banned me from watching Velvet Goldmine anymore... And what was up with A Clockwork Orange last night? That's so stupidly stupid... I really really want to see it, and yet, "Nope" is all I hear. Parents...*sigh*
Have I mentioned that people are strange lately? |
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| I'm really not to fond of those accursed pants... |
[Feb. 8th, 2004|12:19 am] |
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| |  okay | ] |
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| | Driftwood by Cursive | ] |
Well, first, I must point out that I really trully despise of wearing pants. I wore them last night and today and they were just the most annoying things ever... yes, I would really LOVE to make an entire post about me and my detestation of pants, but... no, I'd rather not.
So, yesterday was very awesome. We(Emily, Jenna, Rebekah and I) walked over to their(Emily and Rebekah's) house and baked a really interesting looking birthday cake for Jenna (that I really think looks like the insides of an alien... strongly. Though I ate quite a bit of it in the end...) So, after a bit, Dani came over and him and Emily went to go try to break into some old trailer... sadly though... they failed. So, Jenna, Rebekah and I were... uhh... wandering around and we kind of bumped into Dani and Emily and ended up hanging around with them. A tragic thing happened though and Jenna's mother got angry with her and she, tragically, had to leave. A short time had passed when Rebekah and I were, kindly, invited by them to go down to Seacliff and get something to eat. This made me very happy. So, Rebekah and I tagged along, watched Emily beat Dani at this weird race car game and we all eventually ate pizza and talked and it was very fun. When we walked back, Dani beat Emily at tic-tac-toe (Almost a kind of karma/revenge type of thing, wouldn't you think?) and talked alot and hung out in a totally awesome laundry room. I've never noticed how awesome laundry rooms were until then... but, yea, then, Dani had to leave and Emily, Rebekah and I hung out a little longer inside their room listening to Cruxshadows and I eventually dragged myself home and dropped dead onto my bed.
Next day came and I woke up to the shuffling of papers... First think I see when I wake up is my mum rummaging around through all my stuff reading all my notes and school work and everything... it pissed me off so i was in a mood the whole morning with my mom running about the house crying about a note I wrote to myself basically just dissing myself. ("Why would you even think that!?") So, I popped a Smiths cd into my cd player, and all was good after that. The Smiths is my anit-drug...or, drug... whatever you perfer I guess... I then went with Emily and Rebekah to fetch a gift for Jenna. That was a very interesting time... Then we went to Jennas for our li'all get together. Jenna gave us these TOTALLY AWESOME party bags and I now have the coolest green eyeshadow ever to exist.(Thankyou Jenna!) I feel like I ate waay too much when I was there... but, wow, that sparkling cider was absolutly grand. We tryed making Snow White and the 2 Dwarves... but failed... then we tried making this wannabe-that-70s-show-smoking-circle-thing... I think we failed at that too... We then went into Jenna's room and played the most feared game ever... Truth or Dare. It was... very strange... Emily and I got into a sort of revenge of the makeup type of thing... and we decided to start the career of being mimes. We left at the ed of the day and all walked our own separate ways...
The moral of my post is: those were two very good days. As once said by a young, scary, drug addict, player, alaskan-fisherman: Rock on. And as once said by me: Good day to all. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2004|08:34 pm] |
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| | some techno song on some techno cd... tis quite interrasant | ] |
Wow, you guys are sooo right. I TOTALLY shouldn't have watched that video. I'm like, really really tripping out about it and I just... wow...god...
I read two chapters of Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix today. It was fun. It also rained today while we went to Jenna's. And we baked cookies at Jenna's; that too, was fun. And we made a stupid video that has emily killing rebekah, and then i freak out cause i find cookies in the oven, and then she kills rebekah with a saw, and then i run to her aid, then she kills me... pretty nice ending, if I do say so myself. I always seem to die. I thought just today that the whole day was a waste, but, then, it actually turned out to be great. I just wish that this night wouldn't have ended so soon... so fast. days are just so boring without life in them. i mean, seriously- where did the life go? I need to get over this crap. god, if trisha could know... who agrees that she's the biggest bitch this side of peoplesville? no, i'm just kidding, we love you to death, trisha, to death. |
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| I love everyone! |
[Feb. 1st, 2004|07:46 pm] |
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| | Pull My Hair by Bright Eyes | ] |
Well, it's just about time to let people know... that I love them. Yes, that's right folks, I love you all... AND I DON'T SPERKLIN HATE YOU!!!! Jesus christ, people! I've had it to just about HERE with this whole little 'do you hate me?' thing! Next person who so much as THINKS... and I'm sayin THINKS that I'm giving them a dirty look... ohhhhhooooo, I'm gonna bite your head off and feed it to the eagles from the grand canyon... Or rather, I probably wouldn't even know... But, still, cut me a little slack, would ya? The only person I hate is a stupid little blond haired bitch who ruined my whole life in an instant... and, I love everyone else! Yay! Joy! Now be off with you and be on your merry little ways and... go play a video game, or... eat a sandwitch... or listen to the smiths... or something... |
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| My hearing aid has started to melt... |
[Jan. 29th, 2004|08:03 pm] |
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| | Moonage Daydream by David Bowie | ] |
So today was awesomeish. Well, minus all the bloody finals... lord god, do i hate these stupid tests... 1 in bloody science, I wrote a 5 paragraph essay in bloody english, and 2 in bloody math... and I have another 2 heading my way tomarrow and a stupid bloody site reading test in band...ooo the joy. I can hardly wait. But, I simply must mention my lose of voice today! I was positively ENTRALLED by it! I sounded like a fricken mouse on speed all day. Being sick is just about the funnest thing I've ever experienced, I should do it more often.
So, after school was... different. I had to practice with my fellow floutists on some weird sounding song that sounds like a whole bunch of notes just randomly thrown together. And, it's really quite irratating, on top of that, with the 2 "hottest guys ever" keith and elias and their little pack of colorguard girls doing random things just to make themselves look... oh, what is the word nowadays... cool? Their really just a bunch of idiots. (I mean, really, who randomly puts a trashcan in the room, runs out laughing to himself, is asked what his problem is and simply responds by saying "...uhh... i don't know?" i mean... how much of a big oaf can ya get?) We later, the four of us floutists, walked down to Starbucks. But, before we reached the door, i realised to myself 'Oh no, ashley! what about Emily and Dani!? You're invading their privacy! They're gonna think your a spy sent out to record everything that they do! Then they're gonna send the mofia on you to capture, torture and kill you before you speak a word!" and I tried desperatly to stop the whole thing, but, to no avail, i gave up and said "HI!" to the two anyway, and left to go bake in the sun listening to stories of past band directors and past band experiences and past band drama and past band comedy and past band playtime and past band exercise and past band banquets and past band competitions and past band horror and past band bonfires and food... I mean, hey, that's what i get for being a flute... i had it coming. So then, I later when to Allisons to study for a french final tomarrow... and just ate alot of food instead... good food, at that.
THAN, when i got home, me and my mum used all my change just to go to bloody In 'N' Out(ooo, underlinded)and waited in a line for about an hour... very fun. Then I watched Dramarama get reunited ("I'll give you give candy, give you diamonds, give you pills, Give you anything you want, hundred dollar bills, I'll even let you watch the shows you want to see, Just marry me, marry me, marry me...") Sadly though... they of course split up at the ending... It was nice while it lasted, I suppose. I mean, it's awesome though... after like 20 years, imagine being reunited with your old band mates to play a gig in front of a devoted crowd that really loves you... damn... that's a heartbreaker right there... right to the heart... Hey, we're gonna start a band someday... aren't we? heh... Maybe I should lose a couple pounds first though... dammit.
Due to popular demand(meaning:Emily), I have decided to post a dangerously delivered letter that had bearally reached my hands before the delivery boy was bitten in half by a large school bear... rest his soul...
"I am sorry about your voice, ya kinda squeeked at me this morning, heh. Hopefully a teacher or student does not speak to you hoping you reply. You should have told your mom to write a note for you so they can read (they meaning teachers) and permit you of your non-speaking social skills for today. But what do I really know? what about the younglings!? They will speak, hoping for your reply, not understanding that your coval chords can make no such sound and laugh like idiotic children on there first day at military camp! Hah! But we'll show them Miss Garcia, we'll show them... Theen we'll see what they reawlly have to say hidden beneath all that unimportant socialistic crap floating around in their dull pointless brains. Such a technology created by the unknowables should not be put to waste. But what do we really 'know' about the 'unknowables' really, nothing. nothing at all. Does God really expect us to go through our daily lives unknowing if there is actually him to exist above? I will not deal with that nonsense, the unknowables are all we have creators, creators, creations. And the idiotic people abuse their minds filling them with junk about people that cannot speak for the day.*shakes head in discust* I despise them!"
Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix is a really big book.
I've had that one Kajagoogoo song stuck in my head since the day I saw them on VH1.
Haydn was a very good composer.
Yan yans are actually very good.
Maybe I should try out tennis.
Does Brian Molko even like The Smiths?
You know I'm just doing this to make my post even longer than what it should be?
Lastly, I enjoy long, moonlite walks on the beach and sushi in the evening... oh, and if I could wish for one thing, I'd wish for world peace. Thankyou, and I love you all. |
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| I stole Oscar Wilde's signature from a text book... I'm so bad. |
[Jan. 26th, 2004|11:29 pm] |
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| | Rock 'N' Roll Suicide by David Bowie | ] |
You always seem to find yourself in highly upsetted moods when feeling ill. I'm in a very upsetted mood at the moment, meaning... I'm ill. It's quite late at the moment,(way past my wee bed time), and I'm feeling about as happy as a broken-legged squirel crossing the 405 on a sunday afternoon... with, not to mention, no chance of survial. But, good news, I saw Kajagoogoo reunited. Well, acutally, I never knew who they were, but, it made me happy to see them all being "ol' mates" again. Old rock stars are just the cutest things, maybe I'll be one someday... *distant far off flusing*... oh, did I just hear the sound of dreams getting flushed down the toilette? Oh well... There's life for you. A smack across the face and pouring water on you at 4am in the morning. Seriously... you have to love my little metaphor things like that.
Well, I'm sorry, but they should dub lonliness as a virtue... or maybe even a sin, ya see, then, it wouldn't have to feel like such a bad thing, and it would be fun-ish. ("Yay! I'm feeling lonely! No one wants to be around me! Wahoo!")And no one would be thinking such dreadful things...ahem.
I'm lacking the thinking skills right now... dear... how horrible I feel at the moment. Life has been feeling like an insomniac dream lately, very perculiar... where has all the sleep gone? Seems it got lost in that house I went to in a dream, you know, the one with all those doors and mirrors in that long hallway... very dark, very alone...
I wonder if Bosie still loved Oscar even after he got out of jail.
I wonder why Brian Molko is the most adorable thing this side of Seatle.
I wonder why I've accomplished nothing in my life so far.
I wonder why everyone's been feeling so low lately.
I wonder why I'm wondering so many things.
I wonder why I can't sleep...
I also wonder, how on earth did it get so late? |
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| Muh bahk hurtss... like uh dead rahbit. |
[Jan. 20th, 2004|09:35 pm] |
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| | Superstar by Sonic Youth | ] |
Days have been rather interesting lately. I feel like I'm not really living in... a real life, if that makes any sense. I feel like I'm in a dream. It's bean(yes, i'm aware that says bean... that's how I enjoy to pronounce the blasted word... thankyou.)this way since friday, one of the most traumatizing days of my life. Every simple thing seems to be incredibly sad to me all of a sudden, and I see things jump out at me often, and I'm feeling more paranoid lately than I normally do. Or... maybe, just maybe, I'm not paranoid, but, rather, everyone is really giving me dirty looks like they despise the ground I walk upon and maybe people really are saying things as they pass me by that are offensive, and maybe there really is a mafia out there that's out to get me... who knows.
So, I got my hair cut last night in a more "stylish" way than my little Brian Molko do(o?). It's very interesting. It'll only stay all flat and pretty for about another 22 hours, then it will probably most likely go back to it's old poofy manner. Oh! And I almost killed myself today by falling asleep in the bathtub with my discman running, listening to Placebo: Sleeping with Ghosts, and I woke up with a jerk and my cd player almost fell into the water... well, obviously it didn't, but, that was my adventure for the day. Thankyou, sir. |
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[Jan. 16th, 2004|06:42 pm] |
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| | A Spindle. A Darkness. A Fever And a Necklace by Bright Eyes | ] |
Nevermind. |
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[Jan. 14th, 2004|10:15 pm] |
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| | Foundations of Stone from LotR:TTT | ] |
Today was really stupid, the whole day at school just sucked, every little second of it. No one seemed happy... Not a moment passed by that I didn't have the urge to scream out at the top of my lungs. Oooooh, the temptation. I tried listening to The Smiths to get my mind off of everything at lunch, but, oh well, I couldn't concentrate on the words. It was boring, I also must say. The second I walked through my ugly torn up back door when the walk home was finished(and bagels were eaten), I wanted to fall flat on my face and slam my head on the tile of the bathroom floor until I smashed my forhead in and get sent to the hostpital for 2 weeks and maybe go into a deep coma dreaming of little desires and getting them confused with real life, so... there would be no dreaming if I never woke up, it could've been real. Hey, this isn't a bad idea.
So, at one point while at the home, I got incredibly bored, and, hey... wouldn't you know, I go onto the computer...(oh, joy... damn computers... and I know what ya'll are thinking, 'heey, she's on the computer now, stupid girl' well, I don't really have a choice now, do I?) and I started searching up Placebo. I know someday I'm gonna meet them... But, as I was saying: I was searching up Placebo, and I fell upon a four part interview with the trio(Brian, Steve and Stefan) and decided to watch it. It was during the second part of the interview when I started to pay a little more attention not to what they were all talking about, but more, the stupid things... Such as... how many times does Brian Molko say "you know?" in 1 interview? I mean, seriously, how many times CAN the boy say it? It's incredible! This 4 part interview is no more than 10 minutes and I counted(by making little hash marks on a piece of paper)61 times the boy says "you know?"! *sigh* I envy the lad... saying 'you know?' in every sentence... He's a cool kid, that Brian. Wow... it's incredible what you can find out on the computer, even if you had to do the counting yourself.
Well, I actually know, now, that the OC has subliminal messaging in it. It just has to. How is it possible that it can be sooo popular with so many people. And I realise, after watching it that it makes me have an urge for things that are so... everyone-else-likes-it. I'm going to become a private invesagator and investagate on that show and tell the world the bloody truth! Unmask the phantoms! Or something like that...
I also went onto Homestarrunner.com. Very awesome site:
Ye find yeself in yon dungeon. Ye see a FLASK. Obvious exits are NORTH, SOUTH, and DENNIS.
What wouldst thou deau?
>Get ye flask.
You can't get ye FLASK!
*You wonder to yourself, 'why the hell not?'*
I'm certainly not going to tell thou.
Just a little Strong Bad RPGing. Ahhhh, the funness and easyily understood gameplay.
Lord of the Rings music makes me tired... hopfully I'll fall asleep sooner than I have been tonight, days have not been to good...
Good day to all, come up and see me some time... and make me smile. |
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[Jan. 13th, 2004|09:02 pm] |
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| | Politik by Coldplay | ] |
Well, Hello all. Wonderful... Wonderful... simply magical day! Nothing happened. I went to science, I went to APA. Was there a point? No. Was there anything special and beautiful today? No. Did I fall in love and fall into the arms of a lover who I hardly know? No. Did I go around and ask people for money with Emily and Jenna? Yes. Did I die yet? No. Was I painstakingly in a good mood? No. Did I ENJOY school? Not at all, ma chere. I despise of the very word of it. People are so strange sometimes, I swear. They're the most interesting things in the world, but... well... they're weird. I saw a girl tell guy that she really liked him, and he simply laughed in her face and said nothing... How horrible is that? People are just stange, that's all I'm saying. Actually... I'm not even sure if I saw that happen or not, maybe it was just a dream... Oh well.
So, yesterday me and my mom went to Barnes and Nobles(the best store ever)(oh, and thankyou again to Emily, the html masta, and current govenor of earland) and I purchased a French-English dictionary to finish a french letter that I must write to Miss Laure of France. While there I found The Vampire Armand and decided to read it.(Since it is the next book after Memnoch the Devil) So, while following my mom about the store, I flipped to a random page and began to read:
"I put down the pen. I pushed the page aside, and I layed my head down on my arms and cried softly to myself in the quiet of the shadowy bedroom.
Finally, Marius came for me to take me to our crypt, and I realize now, centuries later, as I look back, that his forcing me to write on this night caused me to remember always the lessons of those times...
(I'll just skip to the last paragraph)
I wanted to be aloof and distant, on account of the whipping, but I couldn't be. I marveleved that his touch, his kisses, his embraces meant more to me than they had when I was human"
For some reason, while stopped in the little aisle, I began to cry, or rather I realised I had been crying... Quite an embarrassment, if I do say so myself. A little boy with a skateboard was stopped dead in his tracks when his saw me until his older brother came up and said, "Scotty, let's get outta here." My eyeliner must have been running... silly me. But... wow... Anne Rice is my idle. She made a grown girl(or maybe I'm nothing more than a child) cry, yay for her.
Can't wait until friday to go to library, also can't wait until tomarrow... OC and all... an that STUPID Sharon Osborne episode that has the band people, MY fellow band people, casted unknowingly on it... the lucky bastards... Well, my homework that I'm probably not going to end up doing is calling me. Good day to all and thankyou for wasting your time reading my stupid good for nothin post. Peace out... oh, and if I had one wish, I'd wish for world peace. |
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| A pirates life for me. |
[Jan. 12th, 2004|09:17 pm] |
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| | Sleeping with Ghosts by Placebo | ] |
Things are just so BORING anymore around here. I mean, the food is boring, the entertainment is boring, school is DEFINATLY boring, houses are boring, this computer is boring, television is boring, EVERYTHING IS SO FRICKEN BORING! I mean, I'm about to go out of my mind here! It's driving me mad! I need adventure, I need to go somewhere, do something, I just can't sit around wasting away infront of a computer, or staying in the same little city my whole life. I'm sick of it here! And you know, I'm sick of this STUPID apt. complex too! I've lived here since the 6th grade, I can't stay in the same place for so long... I need changes... Maybe I should become a pirate.
Yo Ho, Yo Ho, A Pirates Life for Me.
We pillage and plunder, we rifle and loot,
drink up me hearties, Yo Ho.
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot,
drink up me hearties, Yo Ho.
We extort and pilfer, we filch and sack,
drink up me hearties, Yo, Ho.
Mouraud and embezzle and even highjack,
drink up me hearties, Yo, Ho.
Yo Ho, Yo Ho, A Pirates Life for Me.
We kindle and char and inflame and ignite,
drink up me hearties, Yo Ho.
We burn up the city we're really a fright,
drink up me hearties, Yo Ho.
We're rascals and scoundrels, we're villians and knaves,
drink up me hearties, Yo Ho.
We're devils and blacksheep, we're really bad eggs,
drink up me hearties, Yo Ho.
We're beggars and blighters and ne'er do well cads,
drink up me hearties, Yo Ho.
Aye, but we're loved by out mommies 'n dads,
drink up me hearties, Yo Ho.
Yo Ho, Yo Ho, A Pirates Life for Me.
Well... that was interesting... Now, for anyone who memorizes that and recites it to me in proper form, I'll love you forever and ever and beyond, and if you don't... than I'll kill you, or... I'll just... I don't know... forget about it...
most likely.
I feel bad about today, because I ditched 3 periods, including band. I really hope that Laurence doesn't hate me now... I wrote all the flutes a note saying how sorry I was that I didn't go to band.(and like they would actually care) All I did that was fun today was go over to Emily's and Rebekahs and eat a bowl of ice cream... than I went home to waste away. And now, here I am. Aaaaall alone, no one to love or care for... oh well. C'est la vie, I guess.
Maybe I'll end up working at Barnes and Nobles after all. |
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| It's a journey to a whole new world. |
[Jan. 11th, 2004|10:10 pm] |
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| | Mayonaise by The Smashing Pumpkins | ] |
Today was very good, despite one certian *ahem* thing, in which I will leave nameless. I woke up today, late for my very important date, and once at Emily and Rebekah's house, we all but ran to Starbucks to save the Jenna from the evil-clad-in-black beast. We went straight back to the home and ignored her most of the time, but... oh well, that's life. She was picked up by her father later that day, and Emily, Rebekah, Jenna and I were left in peace. We made a film named "The Flame" about a killer candlestick that ate Rebekah, Jenna and I. (Someone must tell me how our bodies could be piled on one another if the candlestick ate us... I just don't get how that's possible) We wanted to see Big Fish all together... but... dreadfully... Jenna's mum made her leave... I wish you could've been there with us, Jenna... But, the remaining three of us, Emily and Rebekah's mum and her boyfriend(?) Jon went to see it. I'll say it's a good movie, it's a very, VERY good movie indeed! We should all see it together one day. I fear that Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King is in danger... wish it luck for best picture, you can give the rest to Big Fish. So, now I'm home, back at my computer, with my mum nagging me to do the dishes... so... that I shall do. Good day to all. |
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| Protein bars taste like crap... |
[Jan. 10th, 2004|10:43 am] |
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| |  hungry | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Helms Deep from The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers | ] |
Well, I've actually tried to post about 3 days ago... but... I kind of exited out of the screen, got mad, didn't bother remaking another post...so, here I am.
I wanted to make a post about the dreadful news of Anne Rice's retiration(is that even a word?) from The Vampire Chronicles... The last vampire book she would have ever written is Blood Cantilce.
After 30 years of probing the dark side of the supernatural, Rice is "weary of the constraints of the metaphor." And "Blood Canticle," she says, is "sort of about the repudiation of the form."
It's a horrible thing, trully it is. We all love her and her vampires and of course, Lestat... Whom we thought had left her after Memnoch the Devil was completed(but, obviously, he had came back to her.)
So, that's it for that. And as the Bride told the Bishop, "It's finished"(Whatever the hell that means)
And Good day to you all. |
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I hate myself and I want to die |
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