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[November 25, 2005] |
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Thanksgiving went lovely. Finished the bird not even five minutes before I had to leave with it to my grandmothers and made some 8 dozen rolls, with a ham. Dinner came out very nicely. The conversation was good, and no one fought. Well not in earnest anyways, my little cousin Wyatt hit my cousin Danny (girl) in the face and she slapped the shit out him, but that was the extent of it. We played Trivial Pursuit and stayed here until 8:30. Good times were had.
Today I went card shopping. I don't really have enough money this year to buy everyone presents so I'm giving everyone cards instead. I'm sorry, I'm just poor. :) Anyone wanna hook a sista up with a job (And a ride)? I also decorated the living room today. We have 15 foot ceilings in the livingroom and a beam that runs in the pitch so we are going to hang icicle lights there, but the tree is up and its done in red and gold, the mantle has its garland and everything and the shelf is done in silver and clear lights. its nice. The table is done and dad put up the advent wreath and to tell you the truth I'm in such a good mood I'm not going to fight with him about religious oppression. It is very pretty in my house right now. :)
Stephan called and canceled this morning so I had the day to myself. It was nice. Tomorrow I shall finish decorating.
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[November 22, 2005] |
"I look over to see who it is and low and behold its Sunshine. I swear my insides did this weird lurching movement. My heart felt like it was having trouble working and breathing was difficult. It felt like my body was slowly shutting down even though my heart was going about a mile a min. I was really happy, even though i sorta had to keep it contained because then all my family would have looked at me weird. i got to talk to her for like 10 minutes but they were great. Today i also got to talk to her for a bit and it was cool. I am glad she snuck on even though she might get in troble. I really missed her, I do worry sometimes, not like i would tell her that. I think she will be ok though, when you feel like we do, for someone. You dont go do anything stupid that might make the other hurt badly. Because love doesnt work like that."
I really wonder what happened to this.
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[November 22, 2005] |
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Kind of like I meant to eat only one piece of the cake I made instead of playing an insane game of "evening up the ends" with a knife till I'd consumed enough cake to induce diabetic coma.
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[November 20, 2005] |
J´ai Demandé À La Lune lyrics
J’ai demandé à la lune
Et le soleil ne le sait pas
Je lui ai montré mes brûlures
Et la lune s’est moquée de moi
Et comme le ciel n’avait pas fière allure
Et que je ne guérissais pas
Je me suis dit quelle infortune
Et la lune s’est moquée de moi
J’ai demandé à la lune
Si tu voulais encore de moi
Elle m’a dit "j’ai pas l’habitude
De m’occuper des cas comme ça"
Et toi et moi
On était tellement sûr
Et on se disait quelques fois
Que c’était juste une aventure
Et que ça ne durerait pas
Je n’ai pas grand chose à te dire
Et pas grand chose pour te faire rire
Car j’imagine toujours le pire
Et le meilleur me fait souffrir
J’ai demandé à la lune
Si tu voulais encore de moi
Elle m’a dit "j’ai pas l’habitude
De m’occuper des cas comme ça"
Et toi et moi
On était tellement sûr
Et on se disait quelques fois
Que c’était juste une aventure
Et que ça ne durerait pas
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it owns me
This one too
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Viens-là, viens avec moi, ne pars pas sans moi
Oh ! Oh ! viens reste-là ne pars pas sans moi
Oh ! Oh ! tu prends tes vêtements tu les mets sur toi
Oh ! Oh ! cette nuit dans ce lit tu es si jolie...
Mais qu'est-ce qui brille sur nos regards
ce sont tes yeux noirs
un corps musclé des cheveux courts
tu ressembles à un garçon
et je sens ta peau même sans lumière
les serpents sont légendaires
Où vas-tu les yeux noirs
tu t'en vas vers nulle part
Allez ! Viens-là, viens avec moi ne pars pas sans moi
Eh ! viens-là reste-là ne pars plus sans moi
Oh ! Oh ! tu prends tes vêtements tu les mets sur toi
Eh ! cette nuit dans ce lit tu es si jolie
On se reverra tous les jours dès notre retour
Prends tes vêtements tu as froid
et mets-les sur toi
mais tu cries dans l'eau même en hiver
et brillent tes yeux noirs
Où vas-tu quand tu pars
dans la rue vers nulle part
Allez ! Viens-là, viens avec moi ne pars pas sans moi
Allez viens reste-là ne pars plus sans moi
Oh ! Oh ! tu prends tes vêtements tu les mets sur toi
Eh ! cette nuit dans ce lit tu es si jolie..
Okay, that one is the one that I'm listening to right now, also known as my background music. I <3 this band. Indochine. The end, Love, the end.
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| Sam I am |
[November 17, 2005] |
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I do not like being single
EDIT:
I am going to write a childrens book.
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about mice
who live in a city
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Under your floorboards
who like to eat bread and toast and jam and tea properly
except for the grey mouse
who likes his damn toast without jam
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[November 15, 2005] |
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Warning signs associated with writing:
Asking questions sincerely and answering them honestly may help some people get past denial and acknowledge the existence of a writing problem.
1. Do you think writing is the most exciting activity you do?
2. Do you often spend your free time involved in writing activities?
3. Do you try to prevent your family and friends from knowing how much you write?
4. Do your friends write? Are you considered part of the "writing crowd?"
5. Do you often daydream about writing?
6. Do you often write during lunch breaks, coffee breaks, or on weekends?
7. Do you miss work or other important events due to writing activities?
8. Do you often dream of solving your problems by making a big sale?
9. Do you ever lie about how much you write?
10. Is writing the main source of what you do to feel good about yourself?
11. Do you write alone?
12. Do you buy writing supplies with money that is supposed to be used for other reasons like food, bus fare, or clothes?
13. Have you ever borrowed money to go to writing conference?
14. Have you ever stolen money or property in order to support your writing?
15. Do you get upset or irritable if you are unable to write?
16. Do you most want to write when you are upset?
17. Do you often feel sad or guilty because you lost money due to your writing?
18. Is it hard for you to stop writing after you lose money?
19. Do you often write longer than you wanted to and lose more money than you intended?
20. When writing, do you tend to lose track of time or forget about everything else?
21. Do you find that thinking about writing makes it hard for you to do professional work?
If you can answer "Yes" to even a few of these questions, it may be time to look for help. [Or, simply call yourself a starving artist. I think what it really means is that you are a true blue writer! Well, except for the loss of money thing. Be careful of that one.]
Yes, yes I have a problem lol.
Bleh.
Coming off of your sugar high, is not good. I have fallen and crashed.
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[November 8, 2005] |
Leave one memory of you and I together. It doesn't matter if I know you
a little or a lot, just anything you remember.Next, post this in your blog
and see how many people leave a memory about you.
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[November 6, 2005] |
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Today was lovely. Really it was. I spent today relaxing and talking with the boy that I love :). He makes me smile really big. WE talked about serious things last night and early early this morning, but today was lighthearted, which I liked. Its nice to bask in this feeling. All I need now is a little tomato soup and crackers, and my life will be good.
And thusly life was good.
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| Just Breathe |
[November 4, 2005] |
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Just breathe. I am drained today. I am not sure, why he has to be so clumsy around me or why he always bumps against me every five steps or so, but I do not mind, he feels good. I like this boy more and more, but I am otherwise engaged, I think. Things have been rocky lately, but I put on a brave face about it all because I was the one that put us on thin ice in the first place. (We aren’t anymore thankfully, see the next paragraph) I don’t think anyone noticed, but I haven’t been wearing his ring lately either, and that depresses me, I think I might have lost it on the bus. I cannot believe I that I am/was that careless. You are not supposed to love one person, and then have a crush on another, it does not work that way with me it does not make sense. I just cannot bring myself to question my current relationship, which has security, to go flirt with another guy, which I’m not even sure is interested in me, and no its not the same person that I’ve been talking about lately, there is another. But you’ll never get this one out of me. it’s too risky.
What got me thinking about the ring though, was the one I received in the mail today. It’s a lovely little ring, it’s a ‘Star of David’ ring, its lovely. I like how it feels on my finger, it feels right, and all of a sudden I don’t think about other guys, it was a nice reminder of what I have, what I have to look forwards to. Right now everything is good while I feel that gold warm to my finger… I hope you all know what this feels like, it feels perfect. The box even smelled like him. It drives me insane not to have him right here, I have my memories though and that serves me well enough for now. He’s supposed to come up this summer, or rather when he gets dismissed for summer vacation, which is in time for prom, so we’ll be there for that. I hope you guys like him as much as I do. Now, now I’m blushing, how wonderful.
Memories are a glorious thing. After I write this I’m going to change my background music, (I think) I have another that I would very much like to use, though I’m not sure if I can because of copy write infringements. Oh well. I suppose I’ll upload a different song a different time, I’m still fond of the current one after all.
I’m rambling now
-- Have a good weekend
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[November 3, 2005] |
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I think you should all take a moment to comment on my new user pick... or just hit the comment button so you can see it. I love it. It is my new love. To hell with boys, just give me potterpuffs. Which reminds me, I must credit. But whatever. I will do that.
I will also remember my damned social security number, I can't rememeber it all and its driving me mad. I needed it today... -.- pooh
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| At School |
[November 2, 2005] |
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Well I'm sitting in my sixth hour right now, I think this is kind of like listening to mrs. Pickens. For a whole hour, for a WHOLE hour, like, she's just sitting there going "Now hear this!" UGH.
I am however slightly amused by the girl who is sitting next to me, lol, she's a crack baby. Not really though, I think. I still have to write my french letter, and my french suitcase stuff. Its ungodly.
I've come to the conclusion that this whole thing, this whole class, is useless. I do not plan on going into law so whatever, no government, nothing that has to do with law enforcement. You know, nothing. So why do this, why is this calss required, I have no interest in the U.S. government. I'm going to move out of the country, yeah, out of the country.
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[October 29, 2005] |
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this fucking sucks, its friday night... and I'm at home, honestly, I could have gone to Melissa's bonfire, but no, mom had to be a bitch. Ugh. Whatever.
I have a crush on an actor... William Fichtner. Don't ask me why, I just do. H'es cute, and has the most beautiful blue eyes, they remind me of someone.
I should be asleep. I wish I had stuff to do tomorrow. I think I'll sit down and finish hammering out plot and things like that, character sketches, the whole nine yards. I can't believe I put it off this long, hopefully November won't be a mad dash to finish in time. I miss Avan... we got to talk today for five minutes, and that is not enough time. Not Nearly enough time.
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