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minrotic for setting me up with this great deal. Lots of love!
minrotic for setting me up with this great deal. Lots of love!
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The soothing silliness of a simpleton
As she wades by in ignorant bliss
Offers a plea for redemption,
Inspires the thinkers to be more
more than the dapper being before them
more than anyone else ever could be
Better. the word Stings.
But when this divine creature of simplicity
Begs for some kind of complexity,
Men are lost. Stumped for the reason
Why someone would want to escape
to a constricting cage
to a limiting factor
Mind. the word Blossoms.
Some may call her naive.
Yearning for an effective way to
Convey, she tries, she dies.
Yet not a soul hears her cries:
"for freedom," she yells, "for liberty!"
"for hate," she sighs, "for love."
the Simpleton. she Speaks.
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Parents' ideas:
Girl - Hannah
Boy - Dillon
My ideas:
Girl - Marissa
Boy - Seth
Parents' ideas:
Girl - Hannah
Boy - Dillon
My ideas:
Girl - Marissa
Boy - Seth
Writing a short story in installments. For fun, okays? If you read, please comment.
( (1) I think death would be a great adventure (1) )
( (1) I think death would be a great adventure (1) )
Read this:
"'Maybe it's more like you said before, all of us being cracked open. Like, each of us starts out as a watertight vessel. And these things happen - these people leave us, or don't love us, or don't get us, or we don't get them ,and we lose and fail and hurt one another. And the vessel starts to crack open in places.And I mean, yeah, once the vessel cracks open, the end becomes inevitable. But there is all this time between when the cracks start to open up and when we finally fall apart. And it's only in that time that we can see one another, because we see out of ourselves through our cracks and into others through theirs. When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.'"
Paper Towns - John Green
"'Maybe it's more like you said before, all of us being cracked open. Like, each of us starts out as a watertight vessel. And these things happen - these people leave us, or don't love us, or don't get us, or we don't get them ,and we lose and fail and hurt one another. And the vessel starts to crack open in places.And I mean, yeah, once the vessel cracks open, the end becomes inevitable. But there is all this time between when the cracks start to open up and when we finally fall apart. And it's only in that time that we can see one another, because we see out of ourselves through our cracks and into others through theirs. When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.'"
Paper Towns - John Green
Hi Mrs. McAdams,
I'd like to explain my side of the story about today. I know that, from your perspective, things seem very coincidental, almost too coincidental, but I believe that if I clarify a few things it will all come into place.
First of all, I was running it over in my head, and it does seem like puzzle pieces were manipulated to fit. Matt gets out of work early at the same exact time that Allie gets out of rehearsal early? Not likely to happen. In most cases.
On the rehearsal schedule it said 2-5, then 6-9. There would be an hour break in between. I, however, did not want to stay til 9 for obvious reasons, and many other people did not, either. We voted in the middle of rehearsal (around 4:00), and came to the conclusion that we would opt to remove the break from the schedule. Therefore, an hour was gone. After that, things started to run more smoothly. Two lead actors were not at the rehearsal, meaning that many of the songs that we would have performed did not get performed. However, we did make it through both Act I and Act II, and we did Act II twice. STILL we got out at around 6:30, and that was when I realized that my parents had left for dinner. They had been planning on picking me up at 9 (if Matt couldn't). When I saw the rehearsal schedule I immediately knew contra was out of the question, so I didn't worry too much about that.
Outside of the auditorium, by the windows, is the only place I get reception. I called my mom in vain; I'm not sure where they went for dinner (tomorrow's my Dad's birthday, and it was their "couple dinner") but they must not have gotten much service. Just as I hung up another call came through - this one from Matt. I wasn't sure at first but I picked it up and it turned out that he had gotten out of work early. That's happened to me once or twice so I didn't question, but it does sound weird. He must have been coughing a lot, turning really red, etcetera. He offered to give me a ride home, since I had none, and I couldn't refuse.
Halfway into the car ride I realized that I had forgotten my key at the top of the stairs where my mom had left it this morning. I felt terrible, knowing that I'd have to go to his house and, essentially, use you as a crutch, a plan B. It was because of my stupid mistake that I had to come here when Matt was so sick that he got out of work early. I understand that he's too sick to be with too many people; the decision to not let him go to contra was logical. And the decision to not let me come here was logical, too. I feel terrible defying your rules.
I can assure you that right now Matt is sleeping sound as a baby as I write this. We've done nothing, just lied down. After a half hour or so his face wasn't a red as before, and his breathing is regulated. When he coughs, I make him lie down again, and breathe slowly. I've gotten him drinks of water when he needs it as well. I only hope that he doesn't become more sick because I'm here.
Essentially, this e-mail was meant as an apology and an explanation. It will not happen again. My bad habits of forgetting things that I need will end, and quickly. I'm writing this now at 10:00 PM, before we leave to go to my home. Again, I'm very sorry, and I hope Matt is not punished for my foolish mistakes.
~ Allie Tetreault
(P.S. Also, I'm sorry about the digression. I'm sure you don't need to know about Mrs. Caiazza's crazy tendencies.)
I'd like to explain my side of the story about today. I know that, from your perspective, things seem very coincidental, almost too coincidental, but I believe that if I clarify a few things it will all come into place.
First of all, I was running it over in my head, and it does seem like puzzle pieces were manipulated to fit. Matt gets out of work early at the same exact time that Allie gets out of rehearsal early? Not likely to happen. In most cases.
On the rehearsal schedule it said 2-5, then 6-9. There would be an hour break in between. I, however, did not want to stay til 9 for obvious reasons, and many other people did not, either. We voted in the middle of rehearsal (around 4:00), and came to the conclusion that we would opt to remove the break from the schedule. Therefore, an hour was gone. After that, things started to run more smoothly. Two lead actors were not at the rehearsal, meaning that many of the songs that we would have performed did not get performed. However, we did make it through both Act I and Act II, and we did Act II twice. STILL we got out at around 6:30, and that was when I realized that my parents had left for dinner. They had been planning on picking me up at 9 (if Matt couldn't). When I saw the rehearsal schedule I immediately knew contra was out of the question, so I didn't worry too much about that.
Outside of the auditorium, by the windows, is the only place I get reception. I called my mom in vain; I'm not sure where they went for dinner (tomorrow's my Dad's birthday, and it was their "couple dinner") but they must not have gotten much service. Just as I hung up another call came through - this one from Matt. I wasn't sure at first but I picked it up and it turned out that he had gotten out of work early. That's happened to me once or twice so I didn't question, but it does sound weird. He must have been coughing a lot, turning really red, etcetera. He offered to give me a ride home, since I had none, and I couldn't refuse.
Halfway into the car ride I realized that I had forgotten my key at the top of the stairs where my mom had left it this morning. I felt terrible, knowing that I'd have to go to his house and, essentially, use you as a crutch, a plan B. It was because of my stupid mistake that I had to come here when Matt was so sick that he got out of work early. I understand that he's too sick to be with too many people; the decision to not let him go to contra was logical. And the decision to not let me come here was logical, too. I feel terrible defying your rules.
I can assure you that right now Matt is sleeping sound as a baby as I write this. We've done nothing, just lied down. After a half hour or so his face wasn't a red as before, and his breathing is regulated. When he coughs, I make him lie down again, and breathe slowly. I've gotten him drinks of water when he needs it as well. I only hope that he doesn't become more sick because I'm here.
Essentially, this e-mail was meant as an apology and an explanation. It will not happen again. My bad habits of forgetting things that I need will end, and quickly. I'm writing this now at 10:00 PM, before we leave to go to my home. Again, I'm very sorry, and I hope Matt is not punished for my foolish mistakes.
~ Allie Tetreault
(P.S. Also, I'm sorry about the digression. I'm sure you don't need to know about Mrs. Caiazza's crazy tendencies.)
Am I safe when confusion is my fortress,
when paranoia becomes my sanctuary,
when life passes like a vague dream,
a possible nightmare?
To tell the truth is to hurt the one you love;
to bear your heart is easiest on someone you don't.
So small a thought should be ignored.
Move on, forget, forgive, and do not acknowledge
That tiny voice that burrows its way into your thoughts
Wish for more, wish for less;
either way, you'll still be in a mess.
And it's best to avoid too much stress.
Even if some wounds even he can't dress.
image by www.flickr.com/photos/samidoodle/2948703078/
Close your eyes, see the goal ahead of you
Just leap ahead, know what you have to do.
Grip onto the one hope you have, before the chance you miss
To know that you need now, you need here, and you need this.
Because you know that without him you'd be nothing
A sliver of what you could have been
And you know that without you he'd no longer sing
About fairy tales coming true, then.
As time slips away and you succumb to sorrow
Know that, always, there is a tomorrow.
When one is wrong, two is right.
It's possible that the next day will be bright.
Because in the arithmetic equation of love,
one plus one equals everything.
So focus your sights above,
See that the everything before you is not nothing.
And as time creeps fast
Until one month, then two, then three have passed
Remember the old times
Listen for the heart-soaring chimes.
We all know that time flies.
What we don't know, is that we can fly time.
how to fly with time ;;
(happy 6 month?)
(happy 6 month?)
image from {chiie}
love is like a lucky penny:
discovering it on the ground, discarded,
you wonder how valuable it really is.
you keep it in your pocket, close to your heart,
and time wears it down, and rust it collects.
soon you forget about it, and it grows old.
but sooner than later you find it once again,
and all the luck, all the love it once held
surges back in a flash.
keep your love close to your heart
and never let go, because
losing him
will lose you
love is like a lucky penny:
discovering it on the ground, discarded,
you wonder how valuable it really is.
you keep it in your pocket, close to your heart,
and time wears it down, and rust it collects.
soon you forget about it, and it grows old.
but sooner than later you find it once again,
and all the luck, all the love it once held
surges back in a flash.
keep your love close to your heart
and never let go, because
losing him
will lose you
1.) Finally the snow will multiply. I WANT TO GO SLEDDING. NOW. No school tomorrow as per a call from school, which, frankly, ROCKS MY SOCKS. So excited.
2.) Working on Saturday. That's right. WORKING. 10:30 to 5:00 or something crazy like that, but it's work! It's money! It's... Burger King! :o anticlimatic.
3.) We had to sing Stand By Me in Choir, and there were moves, and I ended up being paired up with Geoff, and it was funny but way awkward which it should not have been. Pshaw, Geoff. Shame.
Aaaand I found this on galadarling's livejournal. I WANT EVERYONE ON MY FLIST TO DO IT. THAT IS AN ORDER.
( 2008 )
2.) Working on Saturday. That's right. WORKING. 10:30 to 5:00 or something crazy like that, but it's work! It's money! It's... Burger King! :o anticlimatic.
3.) We had to sing Stand By Me in Choir, and there were moves, and I ended up being paired up with Geoff, and it was funny but way awkward which it should not have been. Pshaw, Geoff. Shame.
Aaaand I found this on galadarling's livejournal. I WANT EVERYONE ON MY FLIST TO DO IT. THAT IS AN ORDER.
( 2008 )
i am going through a fashion phase.
NOT GOOD.
Which means. My Christmas List will be littered with random stuff. Here goes:
( bloated list of crap )
NOT GOOD.
Which means. My Christmas List will be littered with random stuff. Here goes:
( bloated list of crap )
listening to the wiz soundtrack.
pretty badass.
i figured out that i can belt until a c.
which really really really surprises me.
yay joanne?!?
i forgot how much i missed belting!~
EDIT: I just hit an E flat.
WAHT THE FUCKKK
i scare me sometimes.
anyway, don't worry about the last post i made here.
it's fixing itself ^_^
pretty badass.
i figured out that i can belt until a c.
which really really really surprises me.
yay joanne?!?
i forgot how much i missed belting!~
EDIT: I just hit an E flat.
WAHT THE FUCKKK
i scare me sometimes.
anyway, don't worry about the last post i made here.
it's fixing itself ^_^
SO I JUST MADE MY FIRST GRAPHIC POST.
PLEASE VIEW THEM
OR COMMENT
OR SOMETHING
<333333333333333 !!!
http://community.livejournal.com/minorsyllabus/
PLEASE VIEW THEM
OR COMMENT
OR SOMETHING
<333333333333333 !!!
http://community.livejournal.com/minorsyllabus/
So, here's the deal. In 2008 I want to read a certain number of books. That means finishing them by December 31st. Can I do it? Will I? Well, constant reader, you decide for yourself. I'll post the list here, and cross off the books that I finish. Sooner or later I will go on a reading binge, too! /Major reading Geek.
* HAVE AT HOME
( reading list 2008 )
I had to make it even. Please comment if you have any other suggestions. I doubt I'll be able to finish all of these books but I will try. It's not like I didn't finish and start a book today (but that doesn't really count, as it was The Year of the Secret Assignments by Jaclyn Moriarty and I only read it because of the sentimental value it holds - cue whining about Sindhuja). So YES. REQUESTS.
* HAVE AT HOME
( reading list 2008 )
I had to make it even. Please comment if you have any other suggestions. I doubt I'll be able to finish all of these books but I will try. It's not like I didn't finish and start a book today (but that doesn't really count, as it was The Year of the Secret Assignments by Jaclyn Moriarty and I only read it because of the sentimental value it holds - cue whining about Sindhuja). So YES. REQUESTS.
I just spent an hour on this. I... fell in love with writing it, I must confess. And for some reason my writing style changed during it, drastically. I felt like I was writing as if I was more experienced than I really am. Hopefully that shows? Haha. Read please, and comment if you do. I is one conceited person.
( writing is a drug )
Meanwhile, a real entry will be posted soon, promise!Maybe.
( writing is a drug )
Meanwhile, a real entry will be posted soon, promise!
I've been getting more and more restless lately. I want to write but I don't know what. I told myself that I need a really good prompt, and then I started thinking of MH again and how much I loved it there. I was accepted and people actually missed me when I went on hiatus! I've decided I'm returning. With a new character in Hogwarts. Staying with Evan Slone, killing off Seb (... it must be done), and... I don't know what I want to do with Ivy. She's my only Elemental and I'd feel bad abandoning her, but as I haven't played her in such a long time, I'm not sure she'd return as the same sarcastic and emotional Ombrelune... Or maybe I'm just paranoid. RIGHT. I'm off to work on my new character's sheet (just have personal history and RP Response to go - I'm so proud; I started this sheet YESTERDAY). Then I'm going to curl up on the couch with a bowl of chips and dip and watch Grey's Anatomy. XDDD Ta-ta~!
That's right. I've decided to start writing fanfiction again. Browsing through my old account, I realized that my fanfictions were... okay. They could be better. I've only ever written about mangas and video games so far, but I want to start writing Harry Potter and AGATB fanfiction. I've already started one on the latter, which I'm frankly extremely excited about.
CHECK IT OUT
CHECK IT OUT
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