| Facts About Me - Hard as Shit |
[Jun. 14th, 2008|12:03 am] |
Motivated by Kacy, one of the few people I really respect in this world... You don't have to respond if you dont want to i just felt this was necessary.
Instructions: Each player starts with 7 random habits/facts aboutthemselves. People who are tagged need to write on their own blog abouttheir seven things, as well as these rules. At the end of your blog,you need to choose 7 people to get tagged & list their names. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them that they have been tagged.
*I don't know if I'll tag anyone - I just want to be honest and post about me
1) I take Adderall, a medicine for ADD, Prozac, a medicine for depression, and Trileptal, a medicine for Epilepsy, cept I'm taking it as an experimental drug for depression cuz I'm fucked and I'm tired of making up shit when people find it in my drawers
2) I want to act more than anything, but I don't want to disappoint my parents
3) I really am only happy when I'm on stage - it's the only time when I don 't want to fuck up my body.
3) I have loved someone named Andrew and I have since 10th grade despite the fact that he will never know or love me but dont pity me cuz i know it
4) I will (and have) make out with most anyone including girls to please a guy I find attractive.
5) Regarding Kacy's post on memory - remember most songs I've ever heard - luckilyu that is all that sticks in my mind
6) To reverse Kacy'sstatement - I probably am careless, but dont think I'm careless
7) The one thing I want more than anything in this world is someone to love me. ( I only added the word me to this one.) |
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| Unrequited Frustration |
[Jun. 13th, 2008|11:57 pm] |
Wow...I'm so fucked - after all the boys I've fooled around with, I'm still in love with the one from high school.
She wants to catch the tigers in his lips
that nip and tug as he strums over her
skin to coax soft moans. His hot fingertips
melt her, and he growls symphonies under
the wet sheets. The world is dripping with their
crescendo and he tells her that her legs
and arms and hips tune well. She moans and tears
into a faster riff and soon he begs
to grab his scratches. Her small body folds
into him as he plays her and her sound
catches then grows as she tries to withhold
the forte, then the light sparks and is wound
into stripes and his body starts to purr
and vibrates through her body into her.
Why have I been in love with the same boy for 6 years? |
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| Life |
[May. 12th, 2008|10:15 pm] |
Well, I have not posted in forever. I apologize. Not just to all of you, but to myself as well.
I don't know. I'm disappointed to myself. I want to be around people that just would like to cuddle me-and nothing more. |
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| quzzy-quiz |
[Nov. 14th, 2005|12:40 am] |
 | You scored as Cultural Creative. Cultural Creatives are probably the newest group to enter this realm. You are a modern thinker who tends to shy away from organized religion but still feels as if there is something greater than ourselves. You are very spiritual, even if you are not religious. Life has a meaning outside of the rational.
Postmodernist | | 81% | Cultural Creative | | 81% | Existentialist | | 75% | Romanticist | | 56% | Idealist | | 44% | Modernist | | 31% | Materialist | | 31% | Fundamentalist | | 25% | </td>
What is Your World View? (updated)
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[Jul. 30th, 2005|02:09 pm] |
I stole this from Sam.
1. Grab the nearest book. Don't search for something cool. Grab what's actually closest to you.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
"Pleased to encounter a fellow poet in such an unlikely setting, and admiring the twenty-year-old's edgy, dark looks, Ginsberg struck up a conversation."
Four billion points if you can identify the book. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 28th, 2005|12:50 pm] |
I haven't written in ages and this is hardly going to count BUT...
you should all come to my party on Saturday. ALL of you...no excuses.
It's at my house and it starts at 3...leave a comment if you want directions! |
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[May. 30th, 2005|10:42 pm] |
I'm in a writing group thing now that meets on Tuesday nights. We get told to write about things, and then we reconvene and share. This week I have to write about a childhood gift. I'm clueless and void.
Anyway, only two more full days of high school ever. That is too scary. New thought.
I'm changing the date of my party.
Oh, and here is last week's assignment to make this entry somewhat interesting. I'm not very good at writing about myself directly, so be kind.
( Flying ) |
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[May. 22nd, 2005|09:20 pm] |
Whew, I've had no time to to write in here due to all the graduation busy-ness. Only three weeks left of high school, which is so terrifying. Right now I believe I'm in denial. But! I do get to sing at graduation with Kelly, which is very exciting. :0
Okay, pictures from prom now:
( Pictures! )
Oh, and you should all clear your calendars on Saturday June 25 for my graduation party. :) |
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[May. 9th, 2005|11:20 pm] |
Prom was lovely. Absolutely lovely. I felt like an angel that everyone wanted to dance with.
And I got to dance with a very handsome boy who made me feel even lovelier. |
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[Apr. 25th, 2005|10:28 pm] |
In two days I will be in Florida, which will be lovely because it is once again freezing here. It's finally time for our annual band/chorus trip. I look forward to plane rides (!), Bob Palos' suitcase full of some new random food (last year was pudding), and figuring out a way to switch my chaperone to Bob Frey... Oh, and finally having Kelly on a music trip again (yay!!!), and devouring Epcot with her.
I am in love with Jack Kerouac. I really am. Or, at least what he idealizes - reckless living with no boundaries and complete freedom. Just reading about him makes my feet twitch to run off down the highway and never turn back.
Trooper and I are going to travel as much as humanly possible this summer. If you'd like to join me, leave a message. |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 11th, 2005|09:51 pm] |
Today is Kelly's 18th birthday!!
Happy birthday Kelly!!!
Tomorrow is debate final day. It should be fun. We get ice cream at the end of the day, so either way they'll be something good.
Oh! And I got an A- in AP US History, which I worked my butt off for, so I'm content.
Now I'm off to sit and wait for my future to be decided by a little flashing window. |
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[Apr. 6th, 2005|06:59 am] |
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I miss arguments first thing in the morning. |
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[Mar. 16th, 2005|09:32 pm] |
So I'm challenging myself to write some meaningful entries, because I like writing and I know if I don't I will be missing something later on.
First off: an apology. I'm sorry I've been going on about boys so much, both here and in real life. It's not all I care about, not in the least, lest if it seems to come off that way. I don't mean it to.
AP History is ending soon, and it breaks my heart, not just because I won't have that class anymore, but also because it seems like the beginning of the all the ends that are approaching at a terrifying pace. I'm trying not to think of it too often, because if I did I'd just go around hugging everyone and weeping on how I'd miss them, but in the same respect it's hard not to - it's like ignoring a dart headed for your chest.
But I can't can't think of it, and I won't, at least not for now.
I found the essay on war that I've been meaning to bring into history. We watched scenes from World War II the other day, and there were some graphic images, and of course people (including myself) always mention how ugly and horrible war is, but we watch the images anyway in awe and it touches us. I'm always reminded of the same essay by Tim O'Brien called "How to Tell a True War Story". If you're in my History class, you'll get to hear some of it tomorrow, hopefully. If not, look it up. It's amazing.
The next paragraph is my musings on war. I've never been in war, so I really don't have a fucking clue, so I apologize if you've been in war and this offends you. I'm sorry.
The essay always makes me wonder if maybe war really is beautiful. Of course it is horrible, but war makes people so much more honest, such as to their loved ones and their friends, and so much more alive, instead of sitting at home on the couch watching TV. Is war the extreme at both ends of the spectrum, of both life and death? So much happens in war. It is horrifying and ghastly. War is hell, and also beautiful. It can't be ugly or gross, because we look away from things that are ugly or gross, and soon forget them. We insult them and feel superior. We don't feel superior in relation to war, because war is such raw life, like love and sex. You live through a war, and until the day you die, that will be what haunts you. |
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[Mar. 14th, 2005|10:39 pm] |
Yup yup, that's right.
I still got it. I'm still hot stuff. I'm not past my prime. YES!! What do confused Ukrainian boys know anyway. Pfft.
...and to think just a few hours ago I was worried I'd end up stalking him (not the Ukrainian, another boy). Hahaha, it's laughable.
In case it is unclear, a new boy has been introduced to my life. his name is Christian, and he's a dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty, and he works at the best restaurant in the world, Friendlys. :) |
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[Mar. 2nd, 2005|10:39 pm] |
Today marks my second to last day of mandatory swimming ever. I'm so excited I could throw a party.
I realize that I live in a dream-world. but, after thorough obsevation, I've compared my world with those whose worlds are "real", and I believe I will stick with mine. The other worlds are much too ugly.
( iTunes Meme ) |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 23rd, 2005|09:54 pm] |
I have a confession to make.
I have a little silver man that lives in a bubble next to my bed, and his name is Gouvy. |
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[Jan. 17th, 2005|10:56 pm] |
I have figured out the solution to my messy room:
Hanging bookcases.
Also, I have already displayed that I will not put up with people my age with no discernable position of authority over bossing me around. That will not change. I will not go to practices that are not mandatory and are a waste of my time. They will not get me to go to a single one. Let them complain to Mr. Smith. If they push me too far, I'll quit. Since they're all so talented, they should be able to sing all the parts at the same time anyway.
Oh, and I've reached a compromise with time. No matter how much the calendar lies, we both know the truth. |
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[Jan. 4th, 2005|10:23 pm] |
As a final farewell to 2004, I've created a retrospective, one photo for each month.
( Retrospective ) |
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[Jan. 1st, 2005|12:57 am] |
Hehe, I found it amusing. Oh, and while we're on the subject of little cut-and-paste thingies, here is a very scary bit of info:
I'm working on a plan to boycott time. Let me know if you'd like to join in. |
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[Dec. 30th, 2004|03:41 pm] |
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I am a doormat.
It's getting to the point where I'm ready to paint WELCOME across my chest. |
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