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Tuesday, 11 November 2008

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So this was something I had to make up on the spot for an English quiz using vocab words.
Enjooooy.

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She was solitary. Her heart was a nova, already exploding the star that shone so brightly into a million pieces. Her body was overwhelmed at the stealth of the boy who crept inside her mind and started to pull her strings, making her say blithe things to other people. To her, this boy was her valiant knight, and saved her from herself and others. On her venture to and from school she would stop and talk briefly with her neighbors, who were surprised at her sudden kindness. The thought of her boy was exhilarating, and yet saddening at the same time.

He was transparent. He pulled at her heart strings and his voice rang in her ears. He made her constantly feel sublime, and thought of him as a sage who could help her with life's problems. To him, she was his imperial queen. He answered to her every call with decorum and kindness. To the summit of a high mountain they would venture, and it would still not be enough to describe his love for her. Even through the stratus clouds and up into firmament would his love not be defined truly.

She was lonely and cold. In a small room with white walls she made up her faerie tale excursions with her imaginary perfection. She knew he was latent. He was out there somewhere, even right next to her, but he was not seen. "Surely, a man as perfect as my dreams will show, surely," the girl mumbled to herself. "He is real," she said over and over again, "not some occult being!"

It would not be long before she passed on. Although her love for him would never vanquish, she was faced with a new love. The girl would indubitably face some one more powerful than love, said in someone else's eye, but she didn't believe anything was more powerful than love, until she came face to face with God himself.

Sunday, 09 November 2008

<3

There was always something special about
The way you smiled at me
You're always happy when I'm there
And I know it's the result of love

There is something special about
When you have your hands on my hips
And how your lips reach my neck
I think it's the result of love

There's something special about
How you always want to see me
And smile and wave in the halls

There's something special about this love

Friday, 07 November 2008

Prop. 8 - People are stupid

So what happened to "we are all God's children"? Seriously. I don't know if any of the hardcore Christians have noticed lately, but this planet is inhabited mostly by HUMANS, meaning, oh I don't know, EQUALITY and RIGHTS? It would be funny if all of a sudden things were reversed and it was a sin or devil worship (or whatever shit they think it is) for a man and a woman to marry.

Angry... >\

Sunday, 26 October 2008

I hate how...

My sleep is lately.
It's not very good at all.
A few nights last week,
I was waking up at 3-4am
Last night I woke up at 5
Sweating. Hot.
I seriously thought I was going to faint or something xD
So the window was opened, thank God it's cold outside.
Uuugh. I couldn't even take a nap yesterday.
|: I hate not feeling good.

Wednesday, 22 October 2008

And so the world goes~

There are some people that like, make me want to headdesk repeatedly until my brain falls out.
I mean, really. My peers are just so asinine that it's impossible.
I think it really started to become more clear to me in my CP Biology class sometime last week or so.
The teacher was going over parts of the cell and asked:
"What is a system of canals that package and ship out materials to other parts of the cell?"
And somebody said:
"Nucleus."
Hurt me inside. And almost outside.
My pen was sooo close to my eye.
Next time...
It won't be the class the teacher needs to control,
It'll be meeee.

Also, ARGGGGG.
I'm one of the roadies for the Color Guard at my HS.
That does not mean I am their slaaave.
They basically throw us their bags and sweaters.
And since we have to be on/near the field when they're performing,
Us roadies have to carry all their shit.
That includes bags with a bunch of crap in them and their giant sweaters.
Occasionally, we hold the band's items as well.
We ALSO have our own bags and sweaters to carry.
And they say we do NOTHING for them.
They would be an even bigger mess without me and the other three roadies there
After practices we even help the band carry in some stands and stuff.
Monday night's practice, I carried two flags and a streamer in one hand,
And switched between a wind chime, a bass drum, and one of the xylophones for the other.
And what did the Guard bring in? Their flags.
FFFFFFFFFF.
At least we're not supposed to carry all their shit anymore.
> >; ...