| Writer's Block: To auld lang syne |
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09:03pm 07/01/2010 |
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well usually its just kindof a normal day but this year my friends had me comeover and watch a five hour music thing on tvjapan in which non of us knew wut htey were saying and everytime perfume came on they screamed and jumped everywhere sometime landing on my or grabbing my arm so tight thet they cut my arm with their nails. yea quite an exciting new years eve mood:  okay |
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| Writer's Block: Physical Education |
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06:24pm 07/12/2008 |
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hmm well seeing as i have absolutly no athletic ability i dont have any favorite sports. hmm the worst would b maby hand ball which i am playing now thanks to the freind who pulled us there for a guy she says is hot but non of us seem to see it.unfortunatly a couple days ago i was actually forced to play for there were barely anybody due to feild trips. hm i must say i got the ball about 7 times and dropped at least 5. i remind you no athletic ability. and really im ot into the whole chasing after a ball thing. maybe if it were like candy or something sure akay id b happy to go fighht over it.otherwise not really my thing. mood: dorky phatbeats Drop Dead Gorgeous- It Sounded Like an Accident |
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| Writer's Block: Be Prepared |
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06:20pm 07/12/2008 |
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hmm well if zombies attcked i donthink i would need to worry all too much seeing as they like to eat brains hmm i would probably just sit there and sing the song Brains from voltaire as background music for the zombies while they eat eveyone. yup sounds good to me. mood:  cold phatbeats Hawthorne Heights- Somewhere In Between |
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Because things change. And friends leave. And Life doesn't stop for anybody.
---The Perks Of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them. --- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891
House: I’m in pain.
John: Yeah. Aren’t we all?
"I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself."
---Mr. Lockwood
Wuthering Heights
Emily Brontë
I don't want to start thinking again. Not like I have this last week. I can't think again. Not ever again.
I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That's why I'm trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning. --- The Perks Of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
"But only in their dreams can men be truly free It was always thus and always thus will be.”
---John Keating
The Dead Poets Society
"There are too many other inexplicable things around us--horrors, threats, mysteries that draw you in and then inevitably disenchant you. Back to the predictable and humdrum. The prince is never going to come, everybody knows that; and maybe Sleeping Beauty's dead."
---Lestat
The Queen of the Damned
Anne Rice
And all the world's a stage
I existed because I dreamed and well, I dream no more
I've given up on the entire human race.
-- "The Undertaker's Thirst For Revenge Is Unquenchable. (The Final Battle)"Chiodos
"The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it, because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on."
-Chuck Palahniuk.
So, hi. This is me. a human being, in all of my frailty. laying myself out for you, that we might walk through this beautiful, awful, strange
thing we call life, together.
-To Write Love on Her Arms
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