dance on the lilly pad
well, chris has gone back to university, actually, he left awhile ago....his lack of being here isn't felt too much.
I'm gonna snail mail the basterd....
am very proud of myself, as i have a 93% in my math course, which is just ludicras to think about. I mean, me and math have never gotten along, except in grade 1 when i was illerate and all i could do was math. Maybe thats why i dont enjoy it all that much. Dont get me wrong, i dont hate math (well, ok, sometimes i do, but at some point in time i hate almost everything. Not zuesy though....rock on zuester!!!), but i think i over exerted myself in grade 1 and now i'm paying for it. In a wierd creepy way, that actually makes sense.
the color green is annoying me now....
is it sad that i'm excited by my tear away calender? Now, i dont mean sexually excited (that would be wrong unless it was a tear away calender of hotttt guys, but even then, might be kinda wierd), but i mean thrilled to get to tear a page away at the start of every morning and discover a little intersting fact about the superheros, and possibly villians (hey, i'm only 5 pages in, i dont know all of what it contains), and get to see old comic pictures of them. Cause if it is, i am a sadddd individual, as it really makes my day. Like, for example, in the X-Men movies, Wolverene doesn't know his real name. but i do. ANd thats pretty sneaky i think. Because, if you are reading this hten you are totally awesome and deserve to know, i will reviel his actual name. And Captian America's name, cause i happen to know that too. Wolverene= james howlett (coincidence? i think not), Captian America= Steve rogers. Not related to mr.rogers off that wierd show, i would like to add.
someone vanadalized our school, by spray painting all these 'bad' phrases and such all over the bricks outside. Theres been a $500 reward for information that could make an arrest. Anyone who knows hasn't said anything, as there has been no reward given. $500 is alot, to alot of people. I actually know of some people who are looking to see if they can find the person (s) responsible for it, and they would tell. But i dont know, i mean, i dont know who it was, but if i did, i probably wouldn't tell. I mean, unless they were a complete and totally bitch that deserved to rot in hell, and was just a fuck up of life, i wouldn't tell. Even for $500. Blair had a very good point, $500 is selling yourself short.
if one of my friends had done it, i could frnakly care no less. Whatever right? their still your buds at the end of the day, no matter what happens. Well, thats not true. There are a few things that can break a friendship, but for the most part, that doesn't happen, and definatly not on a daily basis.
today, dallas came up and asked everyone what out greatest fear (s) were. I dunno what mine is. And that kinda shocked me. I mean, i've been scared of snakes and seaweed all my life. And i will probably be scraed of them until the day that i die. but thats not the first thing that came to my mind. Well, frankly, my mind went blank. I'm only scared of snakes and sea weed if their there, or if their on tv (Ironically, no scared of the andiconda movie; snakes were obviously fake). Rape would be pretty bad, well, really horrendious, and would effect how you are everyday, but i have never met anyone who was raped and its not something that happens alot. I dont know what my greatest fear is; ask me if i happen to survive it.
tra la la la la
ANd in the night, of the pale moon and blood
a child cries, the shrill sound swallowed in the darkness
of the mothers heart.
To never know love, to never experence life
the temperture drops outside, where the baby lies
unprotected under the dimming stars
The blood is so thick, so rich and warm
trickling down small wrists and pooling at muddy feet
where the toe nails have been primitively removed
Humanity never cared, just another innocent dead
another story to be flashed on the news
another candle snuffed out.
When the police find the body in the morning, they shake their heads
and carry on, almost never seeing her.
Huddled under a bush, at the opposite side
from where her mother lay
covered in blood, dried and caked on.
When they approch, she turns and flees,
deep into the wood, where the woodpecker rules
and the underbrush is thick
to the world of beasts and monsters
away from the butcherors, man.
I'm gonna snail mail the basterd....
am very proud of myself, as i have a 93% in my math course, which is just ludicras to think about. I mean, me and math have never gotten along, except in grade 1 when i was illerate and all i could do was math. Maybe thats why i dont enjoy it all that much. Dont get me wrong, i dont hate math (well, ok, sometimes i do, but at some point in time i hate almost everything. Not zuesy though....rock on zuester!!!), but i think i over exerted myself in grade 1 and now i'm paying for it. In a wierd creepy way, that actually makes sense.
the color green is annoying me now....
is it sad that i'm excited by my tear away calender? Now, i dont mean sexually excited (that would be wrong unless it was a tear away calender of hotttt guys, but even then, might be kinda wierd), but i mean thrilled to get to tear a page away at the start of every morning and discover a little intersting fact about the superheros, and possibly villians (hey, i'm only 5 pages in, i dont know all of what it contains), and get to see old comic pictures of them. Cause if it is, i am a sadddd individual, as it really makes my day. Like, for example, in the X-Men movies, Wolverene doesn't know his real name. but i do. ANd thats pretty sneaky i think. Because, if you are reading this hten you are totally awesome and deserve to know, i will reviel his actual name. And Captian America's name, cause i happen to know that too. Wolverene= james howlett (coincidence? i think not), Captian America= Steve rogers. Not related to mr.rogers off that wierd show, i would like to add.
someone vanadalized our school, by spray painting all these 'bad' phrases and such all over the bricks outside. Theres been a $500 reward for information that could make an arrest. Anyone who knows hasn't said anything, as there has been no reward given. $500 is alot, to alot of people. I actually know of some people who are looking to see if they can find the person (s) responsible for it, and they would tell. But i dont know, i mean, i dont know who it was, but if i did, i probably wouldn't tell. I mean, unless they were a complete and totally bitch that deserved to rot in hell, and was just a fuck up of life, i wouldn't tell. Even for $500. Blair had a very good point, $500 is selling yourself short.
if one of my friends had done it, i could frnakly care no less. Whatever right? their still your buds at the end of the day, no matter what happens. Well, thats not true. There are a few things that can break a friendship, but for the most part, that doesn't happen, and definatly not on a daily basis.
today, dallas came up and asked everyone what out greatest fear (s) were. I dunno what mine is. And that kinda shocked me. I mean, i've been scared of snakes and seaweed all my life. And i will probably be scraed of them until the day that i die. but thats not the first thing that came to my mind. Well, frankly, my mind went blank. I'm only scared of snakes and sea weed if their there, or if their on tv (Ironically, no scared of the andiconda movie; snakes were obviously fake). Rape would be pretty bad, well, really horrendious, and would effect how you are everyday, but i have never met anyone who was raped and its not something that happens alot. I dont know what my greatest fear is; ask me if i happen to survive it.
tra la la la la
ANd in the night, of the pale moon and blood
a child cries, the shrill sound swallowed in the darkness
of the mothers heart.
To never know love, to never experence life
the temperture drops outside, where the baby lies
unprotected under the dimming stars
The blood is so thick, so rich and warm
trickling down small wrists and pooling at muddy feet
where the toe nails have been primitively removed
Humanity never cared, just another innocent dead
another story to be flashed on the news
another candle snuffed out.
When the police find the body in the morning, they shake their heads
and carry on, almost never seeing her.
Huddled under a bush, at the opposite side
from where her mother lay
covered in blood, dried and caked on.
When they approch, she turns and flees,
deep into the wood, where the woodpecker rules
and the underbrush is thick
to the world of beasts and monsters
away from the butcherors, man.
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