3.23.2003
Which member of the Homestar Runner gang are you?
created at 6:37 PM
3.21.2003
well. i'm headed to florida tomorrow.
created at 10:41 PM
3.20.2003
sweet mother. my sister is the representation of everything i never want to be. it's happening again. i knew it would, but this time it doesn't hurt as much.
i just wish they'd argue in a room where i'm not. considering the amount of rooms in the house, there's a pretty high probability that they'd be in a room where i'm not, but reality hasn't been listening to the odds lately.
i think statistics have killed my brain.
my sister has killed our relationship
people have killed my heart
life has killed my dreams
darkness is killing my soul
created at 8:07 PM
i'm sitting here listening to the news on my computer. this is scary. i have no idea what's going on. all i know is "we're at war." but i have to go upstairs and make breakfast because it's my job.
created at 6:26 AM
3.15.2003
the funniest thing i've had said to me lately.
EequalsMCcowboy: well, i had better go.
EequalsMCcowboy: later hot momma
created at 10:31 PM
sometimes, if i just look at the computer screen and don't see what's around me, i can imagine that what's around me is something close and cozy. something homey. not a huge, cold basement. this house isn't home yet.
i am a tired one.
created at 10:20 PM
3.14.2003
bring me to life
evanescence
how can you see into my eyes
like open doors
leading you down into my core
where I've become so numb
without a soul
my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back
home
(wake me up) wake me up inside
(i can't wake up) wake me up inside
(save me) call my name and save me from the dark
(wake me up) bid my blood to run
(i can't wake up) before I come undone
(save me) save me from the nothing I've become
now that I know what I'm without
you can't just leave me
breathe into me and make me real
bring Me To Life
(wake me up) wake me up inside
(i can't wake up) wake me up inside
(save me) call my name and save me from the dark
(wake me up) bid my blood to run
(i can't wake up) before I come undone
(save me) save me from the nothing I've become
sring me to life
(i've been living a lie)
(there's nothing inside)
bring me to life
frozen inside without your touch
Without your love
darling only you are the life among the dead
all this time
i can't believe i couldn't see
kept in the dark
but you were there in front of me
i've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything
without a thought
without a voice
without a soul
(don't let me die here)
(you must be sacrificed)
bring me to life
(wake me up) wake me up inside
(i can't wake up) wake me up inside
(save me) call my name and save me from the dark
(wake me up) bid my blood to run
(i can't wake up) before I come undone
(save me) save me from the nothing I've become
bring me to life
(i've been living a lie)
(there's nothing inside)
bring me to life
created at 11:10 PM
3.12.2003
He Wasn't You
from
On A Clear Day You Can See Forever
Why did my heart never yearn before?
Flame after flame never burn before?
He wasn't you.
He wasn't you.
Why did no arms seem like home before?
Why did my eyes always roam before?
What could I do?
He wasn't you.
He wasn't you and no vows ever chained me.
No, he wasn't you and goodbyes never pained me.
Now I know why every hope always faded so fast:
Only with you was I born to live;
Only to you have I love you to give,
Love that for all of a life time
will last.
created at 7:24 AM
3.10.2003
this has been by far the most pointless week in my entire existance.
created at 7:29 AM
a friend randomly wrote this letter to a random friend of his and i, having the connections that i do, managed to get hold of it.
To the most illustrious and blessed Lady Acceber,
I pray you are doing happy. There are
many dark nights in this land, but
also some bright days.
I prithee do not mock the letter being,
as it is, upside-down and backward.
But I find it just as well. I find it
also fitting that, though this useless mortal
coil is fading fast, it is fitting I
should declare my inmost love. However,
events have graced the religious praises
to connect with my mission of
affection.
My heart DOES flutter
My knees are WEAK
A schoolboy BLUSH
DepAINTs my cheek
And now THAT I
Can sing of love
I'll sing to your balcony
Up
ABOVE
In the constraining bonds of
suffocating endearment,
Anony
mous
created at 7:28 AM
the instructions on a sleeve that held chopsticks.
Tuk under thurmb and held firmly.
Add second chcostick hold it as you hold a pencil
Hold tirst chopstick in originai position move the second one up and down Now you can pick up anything:
on the other side:
Welcome to Chinese Restaurant
Please try your Nice Chinese Food With Chopsticks
the traditional and typical of Chinese glonous history
and cultual.
BAMBOO CHOPSTICKS
PRODUCT OF CHINA
created at 7:23 AM
my favorite piece of asheville literature is this little card that has a calendar on it. i think it's a month, but this calendar's dates don't quite correspond with our calendar's dates, for example, the first day of "Rhythmic Moon" falls on the thirteenth of december. each day has a symbol on it and each symbol means something. that something is on the back where you find the symbol for that day and it tells you what it means. down at the bottom of this calendar, it says:
6. Rhythmic Lizard Moon:
Rhythmic Lizard brings sixth moon of equality.
How can I extend my equality to thers?
Rhythmic Lizard balances equality.
Now my key rhythmic action is to organize.
i love it.
created at 7:19 AM
3.05.2003
i had to write two short essays for a scholarship that i'm applying for. i decided to post them here.
What do you most want to escape from in your daily life?
oh, to escape the stress. that would be wonderful. i don't have as much school to do as i usually do, but there are many other things that have been weighing on my mind lately. relational problems, financial problems, personal problems. now don't get me wrong, i really do have a wonderful life, but sometimes i just wish for a vacation from everything, just for a little while.
Describe one of your big successes
my sister and i used to be the best of friends. we were inseperable. then, as we grew up, things began to happen that pulled us apart. some of them were my fault, some of them were her fault. in public we never acted any differently, but in private, we hated to be near each other. finally, we decided that we did not want our relationship to be like that, so we sat down and talked it out. we ended the conversation poorly, but we talked again later on. again, nothing happened. but we continued talking about our problems and working at our relationship until we became friends again. we still have our rough times, but we are now the friend sisters that we once were.
ha! what a load of crap.
created at 8:21 AM
