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November 4th, 2009
03:01 am - ha.dy
when i send my words to you, my love, you are everyone,
your eyes catching tears like rain across the world.
and when i know you i still let you be,
your gorgeous smile like a dawn to me
and all i've ever really wanted to be,
close to you.
but don't think that i don't feel your pains.
hear you voice at night so small beneath the rains.
this struggle what is life and who you are still reaches me,
my heart adores you
but my mind is weak
second guessing everything you think.
Tell me that you love me or I'll never know,
the universe to vast to get just where your dreams will go.
and when you hate yourself it's because you're just not everything,
try so hard to sing,
but maybe if you stopped we'd still get along,
your whole life a song,
and i've loved every word--not just the highs, but lows.
not just the lows, but you.
when you are quiet by yourself.
making such a mess.
life is just so tangled up sometimes.
in the dark you offer me a seat.
say i'm welcome as you softly weep.
and i am grateful for i've come so far.
my legs exhausted and my heart wanes sore.
for this i love you
and for nothing more.
if you will have me then you i will keep.
if you will have me.
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November 2nd, 2009
05:05 pm
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October 16th, 2009
04:50 am
Some fall mornings still grasp me by suprise. I wake up without any new words to describe how I feel,
meet the day and feel safe and feel the same. It's hard not to smile sometimes, life hurts that much, and yet Ican remember for the both of us, and I still see the sun with my own eyes,
noone's taken that from me.
As night grow long and brisk, as in cold, and I taste mittens in the air,
The seasons laugh like a portrait of you and I curl up before the fire unsure about alot of things.
Somedays I miss you, some days I need you, some days I don't think about you at all.
Still, there's something calming about your whispers,
something reassuring about the way
you laugh at the clouds and smile at me and reach way down into your pockets, teeter forward, and kiss me,
the kiss of warmth, of knowing,
the kiss of meeting the day.
It's in all these things that you've never been more a part of my life,
more a face in the shaping of my dreams,
and
more an
inseperable part of my own self-discovery.
Current Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6zA54vb-eCY&feature=player_embedded
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October 3rd, 2009
02:49 pm
( voice-post version )
When everyone
starts to be themselves
and life grows fond and long and safe again
i shut my books
say my goodbyes
and saunter off to colder times.
they say the world
is large and round
but i dont listen to their complacent sounds;
you went east
and i went west
and never again have we met.
love is soft
and love is kind,
i love the whole world most of the time
the night is dark
the day is bright
both keep passing up my life.
tonight i touch
your callous hands
i bring them gently up to my lips.
and in the dark
you feel my eyes
while i watch your body shine.
autumn is
colder than
last autumn was, as i remember.
( voice-post version )
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September 28th, 2009
09:08 pm
I need $1000 in advance. -coffeeshop
the world was small that afternoon,
your legs arching back and forth,
ripples on the water.
and smaller still your hand in mine,
the leaves brush freely past us.
what's that?
what's this?
this simple thing.
these words i guess i never knew before.
and then
one day you pause.
one day your steps dont follow mine, and mine
can't seem tofit in yours.
another autumn another
windy month,
briskly drying out the color in the trees.
its a sudden day, and yet, its slow
and in a breath the realization settles in,
takes its time,
a breath of yours,
suddenly seperate from my own.
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September 22nd, 2009
10:22 am - 3
your life, how complicated.
how up and messed up it is.
I said I'd come, even knowing what it was.
it's been a year
your eyes still bloodshot on it
my mind a buckshot target
and looking at you now
the
girl
i
love
is
dead.
from where from where
these memories not what i recall,
not what i regret.
your heart your heart
beating backwards still in my hands,
don't let me-
-holding you with such careful care.
you're my home and
come morning i will still wake up here.
(still wake up here)
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10:03 am - 2
when i learned your name, i'd say it to myself in the shower, everyone forgetting that the
essence of your story remained ever the same.
here we are:
clover spinning into you your
face a glow, and my skin is
glowing like yours, whatever
this is it's just the way that
we met.
i keep believing,
now why would i do that?
somebody's strong, somebody's gentle, somebody's grabbing you from out of your car.
(hey! you! somebody help me here!)
tell me your latitude and longitude and maybe i'll just give you a call,
it's been a while sort of a chat. and
all of that.
these days you breathe, oxygen just pleases the cells. the way you please me!
take it in and, ahh, the exhale! the way you need me.
you say good morning,
i say good night,
seems like we've got our wires crossed again.
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09:48 am - 1
and though i can't remember don't you think that i've forgotten,
memory sifting in and out of your soul.
and i crash-
-there's no tomorrow, never ever has been for one of us here.
These days we are but travellers here,
each one of us coming in and out of our own.
with
some
aplomb. (that's right)
and somewhere, somewhere, tonight,
I'm remembering you.
every word and every smile the same
way
you smiled them,
way back when you would tell
me
your name.
stop.
and now that i've laid down,
my restless eyes just closing and i
feel the deep sleep coming,
these days i feel the deep sleep dragging me down.
when I hit the end, there I find you: there I find myself,
(someday I'll write about it)
for now i guess
i'll be who I am, and they'll still talk about it,
walk about, just putting me down, down, down, down.
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September 16th, 2009
02:02 pm - From my professor's programming notes.
•“Facts” about rabbits
–Rabbits never die
–A rabbit reaches sexual maturity exactly two months after birth, that is, at the beginning of its third month of life
–Rabbits are always born in male-female pairs
•At the beginning of every month, each sexually mature male-female pair gives birth to exactly one male-female pair
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September 9th, 2009
08:30 am
Cloak:74
Reed:71
Tonberry:64
Rinem:16
I've been increasingly restless. I'm (basically) back in Louisville, and I haven't been in the mood for cutting myself (or life) any slack. Stagnation has to go. Everything that isn't vibrant and new and exciting has to go. There's a level towards which it's alright to say, 'don't give up on your dreams', and still possible to hold onto them, but that's not enough. One's environment itself needs to be incredible and insightful; I've noticed this more and more. Things still are not good enough.
I need to take a day to myself at the park or something and really get motivated to change myself and others and life.
It's increasingly awkward for me to say that I'm alright (as a person) when most of the people whom I considered friends have left me behind. It's one thing to have people that like to see you whenever you make plans with them, and it's an entirely different one to have people who make plans with you.
In my own way, I've been doing okay in my time apart. Now that I'm near my city again I have a higher standard. Everyone should have a higher standard.
Where is Love?
I keep looking for it. I keep seeing it everywhere. I've never stopped seeing the beauty in everything, and it's never stopped staying just outside my grasp. The people around here are the best in the world. But noone's taking advantage of that. Noone really lives that.
I've got to get out of this rut. I've seen it done before. I've subverted it myself. In the strive for insightful knowledge about life and humanity, I've escaped the planet's monotonous pull, but I haven't succeeded in really being who I am.
And that's not to say I'm not still investigating the very nature of release.
I've seen people who are able to throw off all expectations and simply be Magnificent.
I've seen people who are able to undermine all expectations and simply be Amused.
What is it to really fly?
when your heart beats so dearly within you,
and my life shines with a dull but unending light,
where is the solid ground between us,
how can I softly set you free?
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August 31st, 2009
08:44 am
Imogen Heap has a new CD!
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08:33 am
Not all my class stuff (drop/add) was wrapped up *annoyedface* so I'm going to TRY and resolve that today, between my 8 hours of classes.
On a different note, I got to seem Matt's place this weekend.
I also went with my parents and Sefie to hear Bob Russel at SouthEast. Because we were all in town!
I ever so breifly saw Erie, and saw Lilly, met someone named Katie, and hung out at some length with Treni (after about a year).
Alright!
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August 26th, 2009
08:52 am
my password at my last school was ********.
my password here at IUS is *****************************.
WHATS WITH THAT?
Other than that, it's gone pretty well. A couple classes might actually be a bit challenging, but it's all good. I'm probably changing my Monday-Wendsday ONLY class schedule to include one Tuesday-Thursday class. I caught the last half of the Asian Pop Culture Club which was awesome! I don't hang out with actual people often enough. I missed most of the anime *sadface* but we played munchkin. WITH TANNER. win.
I've seen Danny, Wesley, and Ryan at least once already, and yesderday had Carol come up for a visit before we went back to her place for a bit. I've got a (new) roommate, tho I haven't really had enough downtime at the dorm to really get to know him yet.
WOW update: Reed and Aikura have reached lvl 69. Got out of Tekkor Forest and made it through Nagrand; we're now fighting in Shadowmoon Valley. Cloak's still at 74 and still trying to finish up Howling Fjord.
BAD THINGS ABOUT SCHOOL:
(1) NO CAN HAS TORRENTS (so i hear, at least)
My massive inflow of anime has been stemed! what shall I do??? I'm working through some solutions/options, but theyre not all that great. i really need to inquire into exactly what IUS's policy on filesharing is.
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August 24th, 2009
07:54 am - Level 3 Reveal
In an hour summer comes to an end for me, with me starting to attend classes now at IUS.
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August 12th, 2009
10:53 pm
SITS UPON THE FLOOR AND COMPLAINS ABOUT HOW INDIGO IS A LAME COLOR FOR A SUPERHERO
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August 11th, 2009
August 6th, 2009
11:44 pm
Been sick all week.
Had sme great plans to hang out with my sister (who was in town visiting), celebrate my mother's birthday, visit Louisville, and visit the Ocean, all of which me being sick all week have been interfering with.
blah.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/opiummmm/foxies/sad.gif) sick
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August 4th, 2009
04:54 pm
You were drowning and I was drowning,
back in the day we both were drowning,
we saved each other there.
I would you keep afloat,
you would I the same as well.
For a short lifetime,
we held each other well.
But then one day you took a breath
And in giving me one final kiss,
dove beneath the waves.
I cannot say how I wept that night,
so sure you'd drowned and nothing,
nothing had I done.
A little later on when I had gathered myself
I followed after you,
I took off on my own.
Thanks to you I'd learned to swim,
and I to you te same as well,
all these miles away,
all these years away.
Every now and then I see your waves,
so sure now that you haven't drowned,
just swiming on your own,
and I swimming as well.
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August 1st, 2009
02:57 am - ~something was bound to go right sometime today~
i held my head up high,
life crying down on me.
little gentle whispers.
little secret smiles.
and in the post-math of the
shower-storm
when the words from the sky that had never really washed away
could be heard again,
i listened well.
sounds and nothings and the sun,
warm against my little heart,
beating still.
it still sometimes suprises me that i smile
when my eyes are closed,
and now you smile with me,
bathed blind together in something simple,
something never far.
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02:15 am
Hey hey!
That Survey-Thing got me thinking about my room. I've still got a wall open, and I was think, just thinking, of trying to find 4 new wall scrolls for it, and ive got some thoughts.
- Shana, from Shakugan no Shana
- Louise, from Zero no Tsukaima
- Taiga, from Toradora!
- Nagi, from Hayate no Gotoku!
What do you think, what do you think???
Could be kinda epic?
Like a whole wall to Rie Kugimiya, yeah yeah?
Yep.
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July 31st, 2009
05:45 pm
*i filled this out in my den, but that seemed too not-me, so i went to my room and re answered some of the questions.*
01. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18 and find line 4:
"I'll draw water for your camels too, until they have finished drinking."
02. Stretch your arm out as far as you can. What do you reach?
Pillows, glasses, phone, and my set of Haruhi figurines.
03. What was the last thing you watched on tv?
Burn Notice.
04. Without looking, guess what time it is?
6:00
05. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
5:46
06. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
Theres music playing in some distant corner of my house. The ceiling fan slow ticks away. From the kitchen an area fan also blows. My dad opens the sliding glass door to go outside.
07. When did you last go outside. What were you doing?
Just a couple minutes ago. We filled up an inflatable kiddie pool and splashed around.
08. Before you started this survey, what were you looking at?
Checking AnimeSuki for new episodes of my current anime series.
09. What are you wearing?
Jean shorts, thats all. Glasses.
10. Did you dream last night?
Yes. I was playing World Of Warcraft with Katlyn Huff.
11. When did you last laugh?
I remember laughing this morning at a joke about Mogget, but I've probably laughted since then, either at the park or while we were outside just now.
12. What are on the walls of the room you are in?
A painting of a street in New York City, and my wall scrolls: 3 from Final Fantasy 8, 2 From .hack//SIGN, 2 from Gunslinger Girl, 2 from Lucky Star, 2 from Haruhi, 1 from Moon Phase, and 1 from Bleach. Also some strange painting of a bunny that my parents hung.
13. Seen anything weird lately?
I was flipping through some pics on my computer of girls with their arms all cut up. Kinda weird by some peoples definitions.
14. What do you think of this quiz?
I think I like it.
15. What is the last film you saw?
Actual movie? Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.
16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?
My own place for starters. Somewhere big enough that I could make all the noise I wanted and finally get some stuff straightened out. After that, well, what makes people happy.
17. Tell me something that I didn't know about you?
You're my LiveJournal, theres nothing you don't know.
18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
(Juiz..) Um.. I'd have to give it some thought, because ultimatally I want people thinking on a deep, meaningful way and connecting to each other in the same fashion, but thats not just something you could make happen, and even if it was, so much would be lost in the happening of it that it just wouldnt be worth it. The coming to that state is almsot more important than the state itself. Hence, I'd have to come up with something different. Spaceflight would be cool, but that seems sortof anticlimatic. Basically, I don't know, and I don't have time to think about it now, but I will think about it. Something along the lines of an intrinsic change to Government, Media, Motivation, and Abuse.
19. Do you like to dance?
I've never learned and I missed the few key oppertunities I've had to do it, but yes, I love to dance.
20. George Bush:
He was President, he was.
21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
Sarah?
22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
?
23. Would you ever consider living abroad?
Yes.
24. What do you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?
What He says to me now.
25. Tag four people who must also do this in THEIR journal:
Everyone.
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July 29th, 2009
12:31 pm - An Update: Thoughts on People's Need To Identify Themselves
Its been awhile since ive posted something entirely coherent. Ive been doing well. Well, reasonably well. Sometimes I really don't like my life, but alot of the time I feel like being around alot of semi-shallow people has helped me slip into a pattern where I think it's okay to not really like my life. It seems so shallow and unenlightened to make complaints. I used to be able to make peace a lot easier. I read a secret on PostSecret a few minutes ago that said "I hate it when I make plans w/ someone I don't even like, just so can pass the time". I feel that way sometimes about complaining, about feeling jipped. Sometimes, I complain to people just to make their complaining seem a little less akward. I wonder if I used to look down on them arrogantly, thinking 'theres so much more to life, if you can't even get over feeling like life owed you the outcome to that circumstance you expected, how are you going to function' and now i say 'me too' just so I don't think they should feel dumb. Whatever. Also, I don't know how I feel about school anymore. I hate it when people feel ashamed towards me, and I kind of assumed people would subtley after I've wasted so many years of my life piddling through education. So I'd undercut that by feeling even worse about it myself, so they wouldn't have any grounds to even say anything to me, kinda of like 'I know, I know! I've beaten myself up about this so much you don't even need to say it!' The problem is, I no longer remember or can tell if I started doing this because I wanted to avoid other people saying this, or because I really do feel ashamed myself. I need to get out of this house. But, even though I say that sometimes, it goes back to my first point that I complain about things just so I'll have more established views about things.
You know, I had an apex where I was quite carefree about life. I still see how everything moves in tandem and harmony with everything else. But I was convinced people didn't really like how 'indecisive' that made me, and wanting to come of as determined and bold, I worry that I became less in tune with the world in order to have more defined opinions. I hope that's not the case! I remember thinking back as early as middle school that it was probably a bad thing for people to become too self-defined.
I am glad today that I live when I do. People are complicated, and my heart goes out to all of them. But what does that mean, really? There is so much involved in coming to understand the human psyche, the human heart. So many existential questions, too. So much to just rying to get a grasp on who I am MYSELF. I'm glad I live now. Centuries ago, decades even to a lesser extent, people didn't even have words or phrases for the types of ideas I grapple with on a daily basis. One of the greatest things about today is it's wealth of language for concepts that it barely understands itself.
Though, sometimes I wonder about living all those centuries ago. Back when there was much less of an idea of the individual and much more the idea of society. Because coupled with this curiosity I have to discern truth comes the realization that the acquisition of truth isn't necessary. It may be just the search that is significant. And equally significant is the duty to appreciate smaller truths as they are interpreted by the people who live with them daily, as opposed to asuming that having more truth at my disposal means I am living a fuller life, or at least, have the potential to.
To this end, it is nt displeasing at all to my sensabilities to consider living in a time where people did not have the words and phrases they do today, and where my identity as an individual was of much lesser importance.
Myself and other people get too caught up in being self-defined. They want--have--to know who they are, and everything that entails. What they like, what they dislike, what they believe about the universe around and the different things in it. What they love, what they just can't stand. And not to say that understanding isnt important, but it's not ultimately important. Society pushes us to find our place, because the world has begun to set itself up in a manner in which everything is easily classifiable and catagorizeable, but truly our place is where we are, and our self is who we are. We already move in this world with a oneness what is wholly independent of our individuality or our strivigs.
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July 28th, 2009
06:25 am
Are people too simple?
Are people simple-mindedly to nonunique?
Should I hate hate?
Or should I just strive not to hate anything at all?
Look.
Look at me sideways.
Look at me sideways from across the room,
But only when I am not looking back.
I'm not looking.
I'm not looking back,
So busy always looking down.
When you see me from over there,
When you see me from over there, why do you keep on watching?
What is it you see?
What is it you see when I am all askew?
You take my picture.
I know you take my picture.
I know you take my picture because I feel you cooly steal my breath.
I am between my words.
I am between my smiles.
I am between the smiles of mine when you reach out and catch me bare.
Catch me from across the room.
I feel you catch me when the lights go down.
I remember your breathing.
I remember your breathing like is was my own.
I remember your breathing.
I remember your breathing for it is my own.
Reach.
Reach out and know my name.
Is it really okay for people to continue to go on living like they have a better idea of what matters than anybody else?
Is it really okay for so many lives to extinguish every day without knowing that they are as important as everyone else?
Is it really okay for us to decide how this world should turn without first coming to terms with who everyone else is?
It hurt, and for awhile I would do it because it hurt so real.
But after awhile it just hurt.
And then I stopped. I stopped and you told me it was just alright.
Until I found out you did it too. And then it hurt you and I and it hurt us together and we loved it for that,
even though I hated it, and even though you hated it,
It was real to us. It was part of us, and we of course were part of it,
But so was everyone everything else, and I slowed you down.
It didn't really mean anything to me after that, it just kind of was.
But there was that other thing. I'd really kind of liked it all along.
In fact I remember liking it way back when.
And it felt good. Of course I liked it because it felt so kind.
Kind of like things used to feel.
Kind of like things just ought to feel..and so I did it for awhile.
I did it because it felt so warm. And it was nice to be warm again.
It was whole to be warm again, wasn't it?
People told me I was pretty neat.
Like a person they had always liked. Pretty neat.
And I was pretty neat to you. You told me I was pretty neat to you.
My words and my style. My voice and my body.
You loved me for all of these things and you told me so.
It felt good to me how you told me so. It felt good to you how you told me so.
I was warm again, hot again, rise again, fall again, you told me so.
I'd hate how you told me so.
And one day you stopped.
My fingers fold soft
around my arms.
My eyes hardly recognize
me.
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July 6th, 2009
02:06 pm - I Want To Be Mysterious
Here's a few things I wrote back at the end of March this year. They weren't supposed to be directly conneccted to each other, but vaguely.
( Read more... )
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July 5th, 2009
10:02 am
Hey love you know they said this love would fade,
That life would come and help us carry on.
What friend am I to life? What friend am I indeed?
That I could craft or I could kill, and still wash my hands so clean.
They told me once that bloodstains stain,
Yet somehow you seem so pure again.
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July 4th, 2009
03:12 pm
I may empathize
I can't sympathize with you
I'm giving it all away
I spent the day in chains and shackles
I hate who I used to be
Each day's a new beginning and
I'm giving it all away.
From the wellspring of proficiency
I drink deep; it still runs dry
On my bedside I tear the pages
from my calandar, the months fly by
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June 30th, 2009
11:39 am
A simple spell in time,
won't you take me to the east coast, love?
Forgiving what we've done,
forgetting what we're not,
a day is not a day that doesn't end up alright.
Don't take me from the sun,
it's everything I've dreamed.
When light is just a bit of sympathy
poor misguided empathy
everyone's afraid of me
it's just so quiet
here.
It was fun the other day,
trading kisses in our own forgotten way.
We stripped down just for fun,
our bodies pressed together working out much better on the floor
than they had on paper.
I dip and you slide,
we're at the end of another roller coaster ride.
Each bend and each sway,
gotta hurry before the park closes down today.
Paint it black and leave it be,
the car ride up from Vegas was never as I wanted it to seem.
A three day's walk and
you're car's not there
the shutters pulled,
but I still let myself in with the back door key.
Target practice on the President's lawn
bows and arrows still go arm in arm.
As I try to seperate the two
the target goes
and goes and goes and goes and goes...
and theres a thousand ways to miss you,
each one singing from inside its nest.
so many ways to miss you
I think I'm the one who knows it best.
The pills I take connect the dots.
A pretty picture penciled in in black and white.
Life's exciting when it moves my heart.
Life only ever moves my face.
Waking up at the end of every day,
the sunlight smiles as it slowly slips away
casting warmth on everybody all at once
then plunging us all into darkness in its love.
If we
dont learn
to row
altogether,
then the water slipping in
will drown us that much faster.
On the east coast, love.
On the east coast.
I laid down the other day,
my mind just killing time in it's own way.
A girl flashed by that I'd never met.
She looked like you but she was all wet,
saying 'we just cant always seem to stay afloat'
saying 'but i have always wanted off that boat.'
I smiled at her though we'd never met.
The other day I caught a plane.
My hand enormous pulled it down out of the sky.
While all the birds looked on amused,
I thought it strange that such a cage would ever fly.
A bullet tears right through my heart,
some dark alley in the middle of the night.
Some errant man in a mask who was looking for a fight.
There is no nine-one-one call for me,
but my mind, it wanders, as my body lays there dying.
How strange it is that this man would hit
my beating heart in a single shot
accross the alley and in the dark,
for there are a thousand ways to miss,
and I've missed you.
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June 2nd, 2009
10:20 pm - Let me be myself
What do philsophers think of love?
And saints,
when someone else lets their clothes slip off
peeling away the outer layers?
Does the philanthropist still think back
to the days when she'd press her lips to his,
the soft glow of the moonlight
on her breast
upon his chest,
their sweat mixing with the aroma of their love?
The martyr and the humanist,
the great thinkers and peace-bringers,
what do they think of love?
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May 31st, 2009
02:50 am
those who say, "i want peace" are fools,
and those who say, "war will solve our problems" have no future.
the answers' not in speaking,
but actions don't speak louder than words.
saying that you are a revolutionary only tears you off the path of a simple life,
and when you support the institution, you're giving up your right to be free.
don't say you love me, giving up yourself for a fleeting feeling.
don't go without me, life has never been so simple you could do it with just one set of wings.
those who are dreaming have never heard the sound of hardship ringing in their sleepy ears.
and those who put up with the mundane can't say they made a single darn thing of their lives.
purist philosophy breeds intolerance,
but ignorance will always burn the ignorant's souls away.
to think that you've the answer will only lead to questions again, someday,
and when all you ask are questions, you're missing out on the simpler pleasures that can just be.
don't stay here with me, unfit comittment merely dragging the both of us down.
just say you love me, association having grown strong enough to make the three words fit.
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May 16th, 2009
02:28 am - Star Trek Character Quiz Stolen From Ersigh
Your results:
You are Data
| Data |
| 78% |
| Deanna Troi |
| 75% |
| An Expendable Character (Redshirt) |
| 75% |
| Worf |
| 65% |
| Geordi LaForge |
| 60% |
| Spock |
| 57% |
| Jean-Luc Picard |
| 55% |
| James T. Kirk (Captain) |
| 45% |
| Mr. Sulu |
| 45% |
| Will Riker |
| 45% |
| Leonard McCoy (Bones) |
| 40% |
| Mr. Scott |
| 35% |
| Uhura |
| 35% |
| Beverly Crusher |
| 30% |
| Chekov |
| 25% |
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Even though you are a genius
you are always striving to be better.
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Click here to take the Star Trek Personality Test
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May 12th, 2009
10:57 am
It was the cold collection of many, many lives that brushed by me this morning. Somewhere in the subway off the streets of city life. I was never really alone. Not when I could hardly walk without stepping into the path of another beating heart--thump! Oh I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going.--My shoulders colliding, my coat keeping me safe.
It's always florescent in the tunnels, and I much prefer the daylight. Down here you can know people by the gleam of their head. Slick back gel style reflecting light office meeting home at seven. Slight glow tossled hair holding hands day off headed uptown. And that guy, whats with him? Hair so ragged that even the florescent lights don't have a chance? He lives here. He doesn't glow. City's underbelly showing itself again. I make my way towards the sun.
So many stairs so many turns and turnstills, blub blub, I am drowning by the time I reach the surface. I feel like I've held my breathe forever. Some people, I think, are fish. Once you hold your breath for so long, you grow gills and get used to the sea. Gasping, I come up onto Short Avenue.
Short, like me. It doesn't really matter now as I bask in the sun, drying myself off. But it's still true. 4'11", as of last Christmas. Dinner with the family. Tight dress, formal manners. Daddy's mom: "ahh, look how she's grown!" Measure me up, size me up, some new pet to feed for a day and then I'm home again. It's nearly September now. I could be a good 5'3". I bet I am.
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May 7th, 2009
10:57 am
NIGHTWISH at Club Oasis in Louisville was AMAZING.
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May 1st, 2009
01:07 pm - GUNDAM
Project GUNDAM is Underway.
To download all GUNDAM.
As far as I can tell, from my first glance (well first glance aside from my long-running familiarity with Wing) into the depths of the entire multi-universe franchise, this is a fairly sufficient list. Some of these shows have specials not listed, and some of the OVAs listed here are more to the tune of shorts, but it's a start. If it doesnt specify OVA or Movie, it is a full length show, probably to the tune of 52 episodes.
Alo, where there's a number with bullet points, the number itself as well as the bullet points are all seperate entities, as opposed to the number being simply a header for the points below.
( GUNDAM! )
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April 29th, 2009
03:01 pm
Well, I managed to pump out two final papers within a day of them both being due. Work is just so boring without an deadline looming on the dawn. :)
In other news, I managed to finish three things on the animé scene:
- Minami-ke: Okaeri (Season 3)
- Xam'd: Lost Memories
- Toradora!
Amidst all the worthless anime I've been coming accross lately, all three were incredible shows.
Anyway, after almost two days of paper writing and very little sleep, I've just got two more hours before i can head home to sleep watch LOST.
the killers are playing here this weekend but i dont think im going to make it. im pretty tired, but more importantly, i dont really do concerts alone.
that's all. ( really! )
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April 28th, 2009
10:17 am
different eyes, and the small way out,
we're laying down, when you ask it.
a simple sound, here's the falling out,
you've never brought me down, though it's over.
different crowd, i'm still calling out,
streets that muffle sound, on a cold day.
a breaking out, how you've been till now,
one day you'll settle down, when it's over.
( A Lego And A Killer )
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April 26th, 2009
01:22 pm - The yellow bird and the city girl.
This morning I saw a man bicycling down the road with a 2-3 foot large green Macaw on his shoulder. It was one of the most intense things ever.
( Read more... )
Current Music: Death Cab in my head
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April 22nd, 2009
01:16 pm - Yahoo! Answers
(and to continue spamming posts on a Wednesday afternoon...)
So, I've been saying I was going to post about Yahoo! Answers, and now I am!
For anyone not familiar with the service, in a nutshell, people ask questions, and other people answer them! I thought Yahoo! was pretty smart originally for coming up with this (I realize other sites have similiar services). Anyway, in the years since it came out it's kinda gone down hill. But I frequently answers all sorts of questions on there. I come accross everything from physics problems to dating advice to maritial issues to politics and religion to, well, just about everything. Most questions I see are not very intelligent.
Anyway, I'm just going to list a bunch of them. And don't forget to keep in mind: these are REAL questions REAL PEOPLE are turning to other REAL PEOPLE on the INTERNET for help with.
I'm addicted! (to answering them)
I'll even number them so if you want to say something about them it'll be easy!
And I'll put it behind a Cut for everyone who doesn't care! :)
( Random Yahoo! Answers Questions )
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12:27 pm
"What was in the boxes?
And why did they go away unopened?"
[ALTERNATE TIMELINE - DON'T ASK]
The boxes this morning were empty. The sweet smell of the blossoms my only resolve.
My eyes shut, open, blinked; already awake.
What was sleep really, but a vapid passage to today.
Skipping all those dreadful nightime hours, one would miss so much.
My feet touched the floor, a silent certitude to my every move. And move I did. Deftly, to the open window, cool air funneling through the hanging blinds. Rectangular aperture to a sensory bliss.
Sofly, petals fell. I listened to each one croon gently against the wind. Gliding back and forth before touching the road.
What a cold end for such beauty, buldging tires raining swift havoc upon them before clamoring to a halt.
On the same soft breeze I turned and trodded down the hall. Silence.
But only for a moment. Here was the kitchen, castle of my culinary majesty! Corners piled high with boxes large and boxes small. Boxes from around the world, and boxes from the grocer down the street. I was not ready to leave.
These, my life's collection, and this, my kitchen. I poured myself a drink whilst I let the mists of contemplation cloud my mind. Coffee, black.
As I reached a deep nirvana I reached out with my mind, to touch and sense each and every box that was slipping away for good. In this moment the world came to me, spoke to me, in waves of color deep and soothing. An acquiescence enveloped. An understanding, understood.
The air trembled with an unfamiliar reverie. Footsteps echoed down the cooridors, set apart from the stillness of my breaths. Somewhere above, a well-lit window turned to grey, clouds covering the peeked eyes of the child sun; he need not see.
Somewhere, somewhere in my house were invaders. Encroachers and depravers. Absconders. My boxes were not safe and I.. I would not let them go.
I would stay this place a little longer, know these smells a little longer, drink these's coffees a little longer. And on that thought I took the first sip of mine, raising up my mask just far enough to enjoy the brew.
Now.
On the chill breeze I turned and trodded down the hall; silent. Here there were men, and brutes of men, all uniformed and in the thick of work.
I hovered down the corridor, gloved fingertips with woe detecting every flaw and imperfection upon the naked sheetrock wall where once my artistry had hung, to them.
Wrist flicked.
Whirrrrrr!
Golden, shuriken, it flew.
And then the moring opened up. With violent cries, a great cacophony of hellish pain! I moved unseen amidst the thieving mover men, dispatching each with great care. Great precision. Great elated glee.
I, in some state of exaulted revelry
thought back. How many times had I known this before?
And then it ended, all their pain. The morning lay still. My boxes at my leisure to be returned to my halls and to my kitchen, to each familiar crevice of my soul.
Each unopened. Each intact.
I smiled a smile that noone would see, and stepped quietly back to
my morning drink.
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11:16 am
It's a Wednesday, so I'm stuck on campus for four and a half hours between classes. I'll probably end up making a couple posts during this time. I had some work I was planning on getting done, but in a lapse of judgement, I didn't bring it with me becuase I've been EXHAUSTED today and was planning on taking a nap now. But as the song I breifly played this morning sang, "I've been up for way too long / and I'm too tired to sleep." So here I am online again with nothing to do but stay conscious unnecessairly.
I've been lonely as of late, but I've also been unusually free. I'm a little less okay with myself than I have been in some time, but I can still be okay with that becasue I'm typically quite okay with me. Well, I'm typically okay with how I think, not necessairly how I act. I still feel I come accross as flippant; I don't carry that weight of presence that I intend to. I'm not 'intense'. And I can't help feeling that, if I were maybe just a little more decisive and maybe just a little more mysterious, maybe i could have that draw, that keeps people interested, that makes people listen--really listen--to what I have to say. And not just in the 'oh yeah ive got this good frined Nick who usually has pretty cool ideas' kinda way, but in that ever elusive 'Nick said something the other day and I think I'll consider changing my behavior patterns based upon it' way. I feel like I've lost that leadership quality that I never really understood how I had to begin with, or where it came from, but that apparently served me pretty well between two-thousand and four and two-thousand and six or seven. So no, I'm not really ok with how I act.
But I am pretty alright with how I think. I feel that, in my continuing personal journey I have managed to take in many new ideas and trains of thought. I'm a better person than I was a few years ago, which is intersting, becuase, using the metric of what other people had to say about me, I was a pretty good person back then too. At least in theory.
I'd like to think that, now, I'm even easier to talk to than before, and even better at listening. Not that I'm actually any good at holding conversation. I still don't really get that. Like in my classes, which is the only place I really encounter many people these days (better at listening; noone to listen to) I see other people talking, and maybe someone says something to me. I respond with a simple answer, one that doesnt necesssairly invoke further conversation. It still doesnt seem necessary to me. Theres this amusement and joy just from being around other people, but conversation typically dosesnt add that much too it. I'm starting to wonder if people in my classes notice that I stare at them alot. Maybe they're in class to recieve instruction from the professor, but for every word the teacher teaches from his/her thirty to fifty-something years of experience, there are about twenty students in the class with twenty-ish years of diverse experience each whom the idea taught bounces of, refracted in many different way. If I'm in class to learn from the professor, I'm also there to learn from my classmates.
But they're not my friends. To paraphrase something that Katie posted a little while back, all the interesting people I've met in college are not the spend-the-rest-of-my-life-with kind of friends that the people I know (primarily) from back in Louisville are, and it's just not the same.
The sooner I can get done with college (ha! its taking me soo long) the better, so i can get a nice simple job and move back there without the weight of education and EXPECTATION weighing down on me anymore. I can barely breathe, let alone be myself. Let alone figure out who I want to be. Who I should be.
And even in all this [freedom], there are still times when I just miss people. Songs play, seasons change, and I remember all the amazing ideas and feeling i once knew. I've never really been able to sucessfully discuss all my ideas regarding intimacy, necessity, love, and companionship, and, even retrospectively, i dont know how accuratly they've been understood by others. out of my three major relationships (not counting my first one which falls into a differnet category), i can only think that none of them went on long enough to really establish pure communication. at least, that may seem to be the case. and the one that i think came closest to having ideas on the above topics mutually understood didnt verbalize them enough to be sure. To paraphrase Subaru, I feel that if I put it into words, the most important part of what I'm feeling will be lost. And going off of some of what Nic said, I really long for companionship. For a long time I had gotten into a very speccific idea of what that meant, and that was a mistake. It had to mean relationship, and it had to be somewhat physical. It had to be alot of things that I never intended and that all got somehow caught up in my whirlwind through life. There are all sorts of ways to Know someone.
Nic was talking about the worry of never knowing 'romatic love'. This was my worry, once, until unexplicable events between two-thousand five and two-thousand seven proved me wrong. However, the worry hasn't abided. Now, I simply worry that I won't know it again. And never as amazing as I did. And I don't meant to carry on about this, because as I said above, recently I've been unusually free. Free of these concerns and free of this need. But this is the logical direction that this paragraph is taking, so I'll dwell on it momentarily. I'm very well rounded. Open to all sorts of ideas and thoughts. But ever so there is always that part of me that really identified with what I hear a number of the guys I'm friends with saying, 'why am I alone?!' and it bothers me. frequently. All The Time. But that doesn't mean it consumes me. I really am easy-going and optimistic at my core. There isnt much that bothers me. And how could there be? I am not concerned about death in the slightest, and when death isn't a worry, what else would be? Despite how often (or at times, un-often) I find myself depressed, I'm still pretty care-free. Relationships are the natural evolution of friendships. Not to say that a friendship, at a certain stage, becomes a relationship, but a relationship IS a friendship that's at a certain stage. So simple. So mutually confirming and progressive. And that's all it has to be.
But whatever! Enough of this!
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April 21st, 2009
12:11 am
"What was in the boxes?
And why did they go away unopened?"
the boxes were filled with important memories--all the things we were going to be able to keep. the flowers, the scents, the taste of the air in these parts--all that we were leaving behind.
i had woken up that day understanding what was going on. pat-pat, down the hall, bedslippers slapping oddly against the cold linoleum, too blase to lift my feet all the way of the ground.
kitchen. glass. juice. drink, and out the window the clouds greet me with a friendly 'hello'; they'll be coming too. further down to earth, shrubs, the lattice and the rose. shaded from the sun.
I frown for the first time.
pat-pat, down the hall. foreign sounds, bustle-bustle.
heavy footsteps in the foryer taking the furniture out.
i run my hand over holes in the sheetrock
that will never be filled again.
And in this moment everything is everything, and i know that life is a continual cycle of activity. i feel the world is very large, in a good way. something is something, and maybe soon it will be my something. complex pictures spin through my head, interlocking and finally making some sense. tired and in my robe i tossed around myself, i come to terms with the dynamic nature of reality. my photos, friends, packed away, wrapped delicately in newspaper and
little plastic bubbles that go 'snap'.
somewhere in me rages a helplessness
a 'i hate my life, out of control'. and there's a me that is glad to be myself.
I stay like this for a little while, the bustle and rustle of commotion carrying on at it's own pace. pushing past me. boxes sealed up tight headed towards my new home. though, i am not entirely seperate from it all, pehaps even a part of it. caught up in everything.
and then it's time. my juice is gone. glass in the sink, pat-pat, pat-pat-pat, up stairs.
to the room on the very end. of the hall, by the furnace. by the attic. the one i'd lie about, saying, 'my parents dont want friends in there'. who's walls were wet the night that grandma went to be with God; where i carved out in crooked letters my first brush with love with daddy's stolen pocketknive.
it's empty, now, the last things i boxed away. but these walls won't be coming with me, and that's important.
somewhere in my sudden discovery of my place within the big vast world i know its urgent. very pressing. this place.
how rapidly the walls contract as i exhale; so much i'll leave behind, and at what cost? i have but hours now to take it in and take it with me. my eyes quiver and dart around, touching, feeling, tasting. fingers run along old wooden walls, absorbing. i need this place.
no sun shone in the little window and i curled up into a ball. my mind wandered to the lattice out the kitchen window with the rose. arms wrapped tight around me i cried for both the future and the past. i cried for who i was and who i wasn't, and who maybe i would have to be. i cried as a piece of everything--confused, excited; scared.
and then the clouds moved on. a little bit of sun made it through the curtain and the boxes and the trucks and I, we went.
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April 20th, 2009
05:42 pm
the boxes came today
and went
the morning waxes sweet
with dew upon the petals of the flowers in the garden on the lawn
their fragrance wafting through the open doors
and windows
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April 16th, 2009
12:47 pm
Wake up; what's she doing in my bed anyway?
Just another day, just another way.
s;w;d
Friday, and it sorta feels kinda nice. Warm out? No, still cold. What's with this weather anyway? Quick slip, out of clothes, into clothes, gotta get dressed, gotta get ready, all that jazz. I wonder if I'm really alright; hit the day. Everything I do I can do in the dark, sunrise still greeting me as I gently close the door behind me.
Thursday, and I roll back over. Eyes won't open. Consciousness shifting tediously between dream and reality, balanced between. A little to the left. A little more. Fall back to dream. But the physics of my mind are not working properly, and my eyes open, a dull grey coming through the blinds. Uhh. What's today? Can I sleep? Thursday. Workday. Classday. Eventday. Uhh. I sit up. It's tonight, isn't it? When's that? When's now? Clock blinking '3:00'. Not very helpful, just bright. I lay back down. Enough of my mind's come online now for me to realize it's not very happy. Screaming at my skull. Cool pillow on my head. What was I doing last night?
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April 15th, 2009
02:52 pm
I'm bored, and I've got thirty minutes, so I'm going to write something.
( Something )
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02:15 pm
3 hours spent writing a paper (of sorts), now i get to wait an hour for class (and that's what Yahoo!Answers is for), pick my mom up from the airport, and, watch two episodes of lost, all in quick sucession.
Then, and only after all that excitement, can i check in on all the downloads i set up the other day and finally get to check out the new patch in WoW. I'll have to go into class early tomorrow to work on some stuff that'll probably take awhile, but other than that it feels good to be done with what all i've been doing.
Also, there's a cute girl from my class who's in this computer lab with me, woah! :)
One day, I'll post a compilation of a bunch of the strange things i've found around Yahoo! Answers.
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10:52 am - Marriage.
I'd forgotten, but as a child I used to be confused about the ideal of marriage carrying legal implications. It was a long time before I understood that marriage was an officially documented act as well as a religious ceremony and emotional comittment.
Today I'm idly pondering if this was a mistake. In a country where the idea of the negativity of a central national religion has shifted into a rather extreme 'seperation of church and state', as the phrase goes, where a precedent of government policy be that it not excessively entangle government in religion, how has the institution of marriage survived at all in it's current state?
Perhaps I am mistaken, but isn't marriage by nature both religious as well as legal, or at the very least, isn't it safe to say that the idea of marriage crosses this line? To that end, is it really safe to tie the legal conotations of a comitted couple into that same ceremony, or would it be more appropriate to seperate them entirely, effectively nullifying the concept of marriage as we know it and resurrecting it as at least two seperate entities, one carrying the weight of the law and the other the weight of religion?
That's the first point I wanted to make; I'm not necesairly saying it's a valid point or even one I agree with, but it's a train of thought I was riding today.
Part of the reason I was dwelling upon this was becasue, in my investigation of the legitimacy or irresponsible nature of legalizing gay marriage, I have been wondering if the issue is not so much with the nature of the relationship but with the nature of the institution. I remember back when I was politically (and overall morally) unaware, back when we--that is, any number of the group of fifteen or so whom, in my mind, constituted the base of my friends--would hang around my house, a Starbucks someplace, outside Sarrah's, or any number of other places around Louisville and I would talk. One of the first thoughts I recall having about the matter was the very different nature of the discussion of the moral nature of gay marriage and the discussion of the legal nature of gay marriage. I'm still not sure how closely it is the government's job to reflect morality as opposed to order.
Still, and to the end of putting aside the moral nature of the issue, the questions arrose: what is marriage exactly, and is it by it's very nature a right? Becasue if it is in fact a given right--an unalienable right, as they say--then I tend to find very little legal ground against it being applied to all people, in so far as it is deemed reasonable. (Which is a vague, but perhaps necessary, phrase?) Still, I find the institution of marriage at it's core to be as very much religious as it is very much political. As it applies to religion, why should marriage be a right? Would it not be proper to deny gay individuals marriage on the grounds that it is not an institution that applies to them, at it's core? At the same time, it would be short-sighted to ignore the social aspects, and even more in error to ignore the legal ones.
With all of this in mind I came to ponder the validity of legalized marriage within our government, and, as mentioned above, arrived at possibilities, some of which indicated that it was, in fact, not valid at all.
Also as I said above, these are just ideas that I've been thinking about and not anything that I am yet to willingly claim.
and to break out of all that proper grammer sentance-structuring and intellectualizing, frankly, this will get more comments. :)
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April 13th, 2009
02:16 pm
Everything's been going well. I've been doing some housekeeping, especially of my computer which desperately needs it. I moved around about 450GB of anime. StarCraft's still been giving me problems, but WoW is going according to schedule. I can finally install Wrath now that I've cleared up some space. Additionally, I can get back to acquireing new anime, namely, Toradora!, Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood, and probably Munto. Also, I hear that Minami-ke has a third season. Rockin. Then I can catch up on Bleach and maybe Hayate, and fill in the gaps for the parts of Da Capo I still haven't seen. And then I can finally get around to my Gundam and Dragonball projects! Alright.
Well, I've got to go for now; class calls, and I've got a test! I'll probably have to write an essay about how you can have a theology based around a non-real god, and also discuss why experience can and cannot be a valid metric for belief.
Later!
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April 12th, 2009
12:00 am - Happy Birthday Amanda!
Happy Birthday To My Sister!!
You're 20! How awesome is that?!
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April 10th, 2009
03:59 pm
But I didn't mean to be so timid! Your eyes are sad sometimes that it's hard for me not to be sad too. But what I ccame here tonight to say was that I LOVE YOU! The world loves you! And when you close your eyes at night and clutch at sleep know that the morning waits for you. And if sometimes I seem to stumble know you lift me up. If sometimes I seem to waver, it's only because the night assaults me as it does us all. Sometimes, I don't know what I want or where I'm headed, and I think that, sometimes, you feel the same. I think that's okay. Life tells us that it's here for the figuring out, for us to take our chances.
My indecision is not a crutch, and my life is not a meager thing. Reality is not a downward spiral, and you can eaily let go. What is love if it isn't an embracing of the day? This day.
Sometimes, it makes more sense to let entropy take it's toll.
Sometimes, it's easy to say 'I can't play with you today, the future's calling me, calling me down!'
Some days, the ground is wet and I misstep when I'm dancing and I ruin my new suit in the mud.
Some years look just like the years before, but every day you're a new iteration of yourslf, and even the stars can't out shine you when you're glowing like a new horizon
plucked from the richest branch and made into a fine fermented rain.
Dipping deep, wash your coat in the warm antarctic sea.
Splash around and play with me.
Toss a new smile
on an old place,
dance together and play with me.
Current Music: Wake Up ~{The Arcade Fire}
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12:42 am - Stolen from Carol.
Start with 100 and subtract 1% for everything you've done. Then repost as you're __% innocent.
01. Smoked
02. Drank alcohol
03. Cried when someone died.
04. Been drunk.
05. Had sex.
06. Been to a concert.
07. Gotten/given a hand job.
08. Been verbally/sexually harassed.
09. Verbally/sexually harassed somebody.
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 99.
11. Felt someone up and/or been felt up.
12. Laughed so hard something came out of your nose .
13. Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend before.
14. Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend.
15. Been to prom.
16. Cried at school.
17. Gotten lost in a Wal-Mart or a department store.
18. Went streaking.
19. Given or received a lap dance.
20. Had someone of the opposite sex in your room.
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 93.
21. Had someone of the opposite sex sleep over.
22. Slept over at someone of the opposite sex's house.
23. Kissed a stranger.
24. Hugged a stranger.
25. Went scuba diving.
26. Driven a car.
27. Gotten an x-ray.
28. Hit by a car
29. Had a party.
30. Done drugs.
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 86.
31. Played strip poker/darts/pool.
32. Got paid to strip for someone.
33. Run away from home.
34. Broken a bone.
35. Eaten sushi.
36. Bought porn.
37. Watched porn.
38. Made porn.
39. Made beans.
40. Been in love.
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 81.
41. French kissed.
42. Laughed so hard you cried.
43. Cried yourself to sleep.
44. Laughed yourself to sleep.
45. Stabbed yourself.
46. Shot a gun.
47. Trash talked someone and then acted like their best friend the next day.
48. Been online for 9 consecutive hours.
49. Watched TV for 9 consecutive hours.
50. Watched an animal die.
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 75.
51. Watched a person die.
52. Kissed somewhere with at least 1 person present.
53. Pranked somebody.
54. Put somebody in the hospital.
55. Snuck into someone's room and/or your own room after being out.
56. Made spicy beans.
57. Dressed punk.
58. Dressed Goth.
59. Dressed preppy.
60. Been to a motocross race.
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 71.
61. Avoided somebody.
62. Been stalked.
63. Stalked someone.
64. Met a celebrity.
65. Played an instrument.
66. Ridden a horse.
67. Cut yourself.
68. Bungee jumped.
69. Ding dong ditched somebody.
70. Been to a wild party.
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 64.
71. Been caught stealing something.
72. Kicked/punched a guy in the balls.
73. Stolen a boyfriend/girlfriend from a friend.
74. Gone out with your friend's crush.
75. Got arrested.
76. Been pregnant.
77. Babysat.
78. Been to another country.
79. Started your house on fire.
80. Had an encounter with a ghost.
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 60.
81. Donated your hair to cancer patients.
82. Been asked out by someone that you never thought you'd be asked out by.
83. Cried over a member of the opposite sex.
84. Had a boyfriend/girlfriend for over 2 months.
85. Sat on your butt all day.
86. Ate a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself.
87. Had a job.
88. Gotten cut from a sports team.
89. Been called a whore.
90. Danced like a whore.
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 56.
91. Been mistaken for a celebrity.
92. Been in a car accident.
93. Been told you have beautiful eyes.
94. Been told you have beautiful hair.
95. Raped somebody.
96. Danced in the rain.
97. Been rejected
98. Left a restaurant without paying.
99. Punched someone/slapped someone in the face.
100. Been raped.
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 51.
51% innocent.
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12:40 am - Wii
is group version do-it-yourself pleasure
ceau-de-vie nagions radio vacances jusqu'à xénophobe ohé ceci baby-sitter.
dyna bacteria ves a citó budismo napolitano.
shall vector january be zaire multimedia drag.
it turns out that when you'reusing a Wiimote to type, its alot easier to use the autocomplete function.
it turns out that when you're using the autocomplete function, its alot more fun to just pick random words.com
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