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| 12:08am 27/09/2009 |
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Just been watching an anime for a a while. It's actually fucking retarded and I can barely even stand how idiotic they make some characters out to be. It allowed me to get out of my mind for a while and I'm able to come back a little more refreshed. I'm pretty sure everyone knows that Brent broke up with me by now. I know that some of you will be jumping for joy and laughing at me and others will be feeling really sorry for me. And I do admit that I hurt a lot. I love him. He is a damn good person and has treated me better than anyone ever has.
Through my few serious relationships, I have grown. I remember the poor state I was in when Jason dumped me and how I struggled to continue living everyday life for six months before I finally let him go. I was so needy and misunderstanding then. There was Kyle who, in so many ways, was right for me but never was able to treat me the way I deserved and to give me the proper respect. Our relationship was doomed when the stress of taking care of a child and bills and negative people started getting to us. I'm sorry for many things that happened in that relationship and I have learned from that as well. We can only ever be friends now.
Brent was someone I deserved and wanted wrapped in a package that lacked luster to me in the beginning. He came to open my eyes and see that he was a beautiful thing in my life. I wanted so much with him. We fit together like a puzzle.
Now he's gone. We're too different, he thinks, and it's for the best in the end.
I want him back, I really really do. And he may come back or he may not. I know that I can pick up the pieces from this but Brent is a special man and men like him are NOT easy to find. I'm afraid that I will always pick the wrong kind of men. I only picked Brent because he made me see how amazing he was, he would not let me get away before he was sure I knew.
So many people have been against us from the start. They worked so hard to hurt me and our relationship. They don't even know me. I never did anything to them. But they decided from the start that they didn't like me and put me down and made fun of me. I don't know why. I've never known why. But it has tortured me to see Brent hurt over it and it tortured me even more when he stopped caring. I've only ever meant the best for Brent. I've never wanted to hurt him or drag him down. Why would you want to see people suffer so much? Or why would you be so hurt and jealous that he found someone new that you wouldn't even stop to care that he was happy with me?
I won't be so selfish. I want Brent to be happy. Just like I want Kyle to be happy and Jason and Chris and Mason and Phil and Dan and Scot. All of them, I've hurt them or they've hurt me, or both but, at one point in time, I had cared for them deeply. And that part of me only wants happiness for them.
Brent, you ARE good enough for me. We DO fit together well. I DO know how to make you happy. You will see it eventually. I will still wait for you now because I'm still crazy about you. But I won't stop myself from moving on forever. I will grow from this as well. I want you to see it in time. But don't be worried that I can cope. Sometimes I can, sometimes I just can't but I'll be ok in the end. I love you. |
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| 02:45am 29/12/2008 |
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mood: contemplative
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It's almost New Year's which means it's another end of year of me thinking about how old I am (which isn't really that old yet) and what a fuck-up I'm going to become.
I failed at least one class for sure last semester. I'm kinda really upset about it all and I feel so fucked for the rest of my LIFE. I'm not even succeeding at COLLEGE? I'm supposed to be an artist! I wish I could turn back and go to some school for being a vet assistant or just plain vet. I want to help animals. They are my hugest passion in life and I wish I coulda stuck with it. I feel like I took the easy way out of fun and games and I can't even succeed at those. Geez. Anyway, I HAVE to try harder next semester, I'm not gonna flunk out and I'm not gonna waste anymore money. Besides, Kyle's starting school soon I hope and I have to make him proud.
Well enough of pulling myself down, here's some things I accomplished this year:
-I read the entire Twilight Saga in a week
-I allowed those books to change me and heal my wounded heart
-I got over Kyle and subsequently all men and learned to think of myself first
-I got back with Kyle and am pulling him through one of the toughest times of his life
-I got a job I intend to keep for at least the next two years of my life. Seriously, I fucking love this job and the people I work with.
-I made lots of new friends. LOTS
-I may have found my future in the art world.
-I got my own place! WOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
- I'm taking care of my own animals and my jobless boyfriend
-I bought the first three seasons of House. That's a great thing.
That's all really. I'm happy with the exceptions of some huge things that could give me ulcers eventually but only give me headaches for now. I'll make it though and that's what's important. I'll live through it and there'll always be a light at the end of the tunnel.
And just so you know, I love Kyle with all of my heart. I want him in my life and even though I'm uncertain of our future now, I still want him at my side and will care for him any way I can. |
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| 06:28pm 08/09/2008 |
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He's so kind
He's so beautiful
His lips, I'll never get over his lips
He's so strange and yet outgoing
He's so... amazing
He makes my heart break every time I see him.
But he makes my heart whole again every time I talk to him.
He will never be mine and he'll never care for me as I care for him |
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| 12:18am 09/07/2008 |
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I was rifling through some artists on DA and came across a really great photographer. He'd been in the field for 28 years and was very professional but I read the journal he had up and more lols were had that one time than have been had for days! So here it is, I bring you pelicanh's journal.:
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TMI
YEP...TMI....Too Much Information...that's EXACTLY what it was.
When Sylvia (name has been changed to protect the ...uh...innocent, yea - that's it!) walked into my studio I was almost shocked to see how much she looked like Halle Berry. She was BEAUTIFUL. She arrived with a huge wardrobe and her rather "Rasta" looking husband. He had long dreds and seemed Jamaican to the bone.
I always feel a bit of sympathy for partners of people I am shooting because they are in my studio just sitting for about 3 hours with nothing to do other than look at a few magazines. Nevertheless, he seemed content to park on my studio futon and browse Hang Gliding Magazine and my Alert Diver scuba magazines.
Sylvia sat with my makeup artist for about 35 minutes and was even more beautiful after some layers were added. We had scheduled to shoot about 3 different images for her, the first of which was just a very light makeup "lovely housewife" kind of shot. I decided to shoot it just outside my studio under my carport.
As we walked toward our location I strolled along behind Sylvia and noticed she was wearing a very thin cotton sun dress. The light was nicely glowing through it and you could see she had a lovely body. As I scanned down I noticed she had a tattoo on her thigh.
"WOW, Sylvia, that's quite the tat you have there!" I noted.
Much to my surprise, she stopped in her tracks, pulled her dress up almost half way up her bum, and looked at me.
"Yea - I burned my leg badly so I had a tattoo to cover it up!" she explained.
WOW...that was a lot of information.... I was gonna just drop it then and there but Sylvia seemed intent on telling me more.....a LOT more!
"Then my husband and I had our baby, and I was having trouble losing the weight, so I had a tummy tuck! So - in order to cover THAT scar, I had another tattoo!" she told me.
It was at this point she turned toward me and pulled her dress up to her boobs!!!
"See" she showed!
"OH...uh...wow....yea - that is quite a....uh.....tattoo. Yea - whew.....that IS a big...uh...nice...tat!" I stuttered.
Now, let me explain something here. I've seen a LOT of things in my 28 years of photography. And her tat was indeed a nice little vine crawling across her tummy....but what caught my eye...no...what SEARED my retinas was.....OMG.....THE BIGGEST most monstrous BUSH I have EVER seen!! I mean we're talkin SASQUATCH!!! Or maybe 3 WOOKIES at war! And this poor pathetic little teeny thong that was helpless amongst this dense encroaching forest! I was stunned and didn't know what to say!
And it didn't stop there!
Sylvia volunteered, "Oh, I guess you noticed, I don't like to shave. And I don't like to wax. And my husband likes it natural!"
At this point I'm horrified and wanting it all to just stop. But it's like a plane wreck...I'm stunned. I mean, it's as if there are bodies falling out of the sky and hanging in trees....THAT kind of plane wreck but I'm stuck with my mouth hangin open and speechless.
So she continues, even though I am speechless.... and it gets WORSE!
"So what I like to do," she reported quite matter of factly," is let it grow out REAL LONG, then cut it really short!"
I'm mesmerized.
"And then, "Sylvia delivers the knockout punch, "... I take the hair, wash it, braid it, then make it into an earring. Then I put perfume on it because my husband like to wear it so he can sniff me at work!
I looked around. I felt sure there was a hidden camera....or maybe I was just in the Twilight Zone. I didn't have a CLUE what to say. How does one RESPOND to THAT!!??? "Make me one!!?" I couldn't think of a THING. this has been SEVEN YEARS AGO and I STILL can't think of a thing to say.
I stumbled through the rest of the shoot like a Zombie. I NEVER looked at her husband's ear. We took the rest of the photos, I smiled a lot, she paid me, and they left.
Then I just went out on my patio, sat in the shade of my trees, and had TWO Heinekens! WTF!!!!
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P.S. I might be getting a job at Hollister. |
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| 02:34am 16/04/2008 |
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I just wanna throw some things out there as a little bit of an indicator as to where my mind is right now.
I do NOT regret the choices I have made since I came back to Kyle. We've had hella ups and downs but that's our shit to handle and we do. We handle our shit and get over it or hold on to it or what have you but whatever our issues may be or have been we're working through them and holding on. We're not giving up because of MASSIVE mistakes that were made and are regretted. We're not staying together cause we're stubborn or weak or lonely. There is genuine love between us that, even though we put each other through shit, has held on and taken hold. The love we share is deep and has rooted itself into our souls and who we are as people so that no matter where we move from now on, together or apart, we will always have a spiritual connection. This is, what I now believe as "real love." No more love at first sight crap or destiny bullshit. It' something we worked for and something we made happen for us. We fought to keep going and I will never stop fighting again.
And I'm gonna go on ahead and put this one out there too: I want absolutely nothing to do with Chris never EVER again. If I never saw his face again, it would be all too soon. If, for some broken reason, Kyle and Chris ever got in a fight, you can bet your life on my jumping in there and helping out my lover whether it's needed or not. It'd be good to have a reason to kick either him or Janna or whoever would side with him in the face. Now I'm not the type to go around starting fights, so no worries there, I just wanted that to be public knowledge so there's no doubt. I would even say that to his face if I could bare to look at him long enough. Just the thought of him anymore disgusts me but luckily these days, he hardly ever crosses my mind once a week at best and only for me to be like, "I was so damn dumb." Afterall, as much as he would like to put himself in a good light and believe that he's a good person, he is just as bad if not worse than Kyle or any other "regular guy" out there. He IS NOT SPECIAL. Although he is very good at lying...
As far as anyone else goes *coughambercough* they can go chase after their ex wishing that person were somewhat comparable to my smoosh and would take their fuck up of an ass back. (not that he should cause she likes to sleep with whoever is willing.) But yeah, not much more to say about that, she's like a fly buzzing around my head and I'll squish her eventually. Like Frito.
I want Kyle and I to be happy. But I'm stuck in a shitty place, wanting to be there and having to go to school here and find a job. I, of course, am not messing things up by missing class this semester but GEEZ, I'M A LONELY PANDA! Not to mention guys hit on me every so often. The only thing I have to say for that is at least they're good people. They're not stoners who can only achieve "art" through smoking pot. They're just really nerdy and a little too much so for my taste. Afterall, I have the shmexiest nerd ever that I can come home to whenever I wish.
Oh yeah, P.S. Our two year "thing" was yesterday so yay for us! We're so cute it's DISGUSTING TO MOST PEOPLE. teehee
Oh also, check out my DevART page, I'm actually doing shit on it now. |
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| 12:59am 12/03/2008 |
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I recently took off a necklace that I've been wearing since the day I bought it well over two years ago. It had a symbol of two people embracing, those people supposing to be Psyche and Eros. This charm was meant to symbolize soul mates and I never took it off because I believed whole-heartedly in it. I believed that one day I would meet my soul mate, fall madly in love with him, he would get down on bended knee and propose to me with a three stone engagement ring and we would traditionally marry in a beautiful cathedral. I didn't wish for it. I BELIEVED it. I KNEW it would happen.
Since I was around the age of nine or ten I began reading about romance. Romance fanfiction, romance novels, the chemistry of romance, listening to romantic songs, watching romantic movies, I did it all. I was obsessed with it because when I read those stories, watched those movies, listened to those songs, I felt like a part of it. My chest swelled up and I felt love inside of me. I wanted what was happening to those people to happen to me. I wanted to feel the embrace of a ma who wanted nothing more than to be by my side, to kiss his lips passionately and know I was wanted. And I believed it was possible. I saw love falling apart in the world and divorces destroying families but I believed I was different. I would make myself different. Afterall, my grandparents stayed together, my parents stayed together, I should be able to make it happen for me. And I knew love could stay alive because even though I always saw my grandparents as sour, cruel biggots with a grudge on the world, I watched my grandmother shed the most sincerest of tears as they buried my grandfather and she made it there even though they had to wheel her in in a hospital bed, hooked up to all sorts of machines. I knew then that if she could love so hard even with the sourness in her heart, I could love as well. I could make it happen.
But I sit here, hunched up in ball in front of my computer at college and I have a changed mind. Love these days does not last forever. It doesn't have to anymore so it won't. It's ok for a woman to be a single mother or just plain single even at 60. Men don't need a wife to raise their kids or cook their meals. Everyone is ok being alone.
I'm in love with a man who claimed to love me more than anything, would do anything for me, made promise on top of promise on top of promise, even convinced me to come back to him after I was capable of getting over him. I'm in love with a man who may only love himself and only think about what he has to gain from everything he does. He has degraded me, called me every name under the sun, pushed me around, let others degrade me in front of him, cheated on me at least once, told everyone he knew when I cheated on him, and lied to me countless times. But still I love this man. But still I won't leave his side. But still I will fight for him and believe in him and support him. "That's pretty dumb," you say "you don't need that." And of course I don't. I don't need anything or anyone who will hurt me like that. But still I'm here, and here I've been for two years. Am I obsessed? Maybe. Am I crazy or stupid or just absolutely lacking in all self confidence and dignity? Maybe. I can't say for sure but I doubt a person who felt that way would be able to look at themselves in the mirror most days and say, I look pretty today, I think my boobs got bigger, I got a little bit pudgier but I still look really hot in this underwear. I doubt they could pick themselves back up to try love again or even smile. I can, I have and I will.
But love has changed in my eyes. No longer can my husband be only one man ever, he is capable of being the next guy I meet, someone I've known all along, or maybe even someone I knew in preschool. They could all be if I gave them the chance and learned to love them. I could love a man for five years and fall head-over-heels for some guy I've only known for a minute.
I wanted my love with a man to be like Usagi and Mamo-chan, Miaka and Tamahome, Noah and Allie, Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth, Beauty and the Beast, Eros and Psyche.... But that love doesn't exist. Love can't move the world like that. Love can't change a person, make them better, or destroy evil. Those are just silly stories made to make people feel better about love. They aren't actually real and they never will be. No man will ever love me unconditionally and without restraint. No man will ever be willing to sacrifice everything for me or share my dreams. There will never be a love of my life, just some loves that are stronger than others and eventually a love worth marrying for that will probably fall apart after we have kids. There are no signs from god on these things, love at first sight, destiny, fate, it's all just bullshit to make us believe there's a reason why we suffer.
Kyle will never love me as I love him, he will never accept me for the person I am, and he will never be entirely devoted to me. I was to him and for him, I made a hell of a slip up when it came to Chris and I don't even know why anymore, I have to reasons. But believe me, I still love Kyle as much as ever. But I don't believe he'll ever come back to me just cause he realized I'm the only one for him, love of his life, nothing else matters. He'll never give and give and give without expecting a lot in return. He may remember me and look back thinking what could've been but he will never understand and he will never want enough to go that extra mile and give me his all. He will never love me as I love him.
When I first laid eyes I felt in my heart that he was the one for me. I looked in his eyes and heard his voice and everything else around me disappeared. I knew that I could die happy if I could just hold him in my arms and kiss his lips. I would never want anything more in my life. Even though I knew he was married and had a kid and all of that I just KNEW. And I thought, well maybe in another life. So many things have changed since then but if I could just freeze time back when he first said "I love you" I would. I would just replay that night over and over and over and he would never stop playing that guitar and singing to me as I dozed off feeling warmth throughout my body.
And so I've removed my necklace and left behind my childish dreams of love, marriage, and devotion. I've become like everyone else and have lost my beliefs. My intuition has never been wrong but this time I guess it was. And if I can't believe in true love and my soul mate, the only things I ever thought I could fully believe in, then there's no reason to believe in anything. There's no reason to love or marry or have kids. I can only live for and believe in myself. |
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| 08:13pm 19/01/2008 |
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I hate the Internets at the moment. I'm not gonna visit LJ, Myspace, facebook or any other "friends" type website for a while. I'm either growing out of it or I'm just feelings annoyed and hurt by them. |
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| 12:54am 22/09/2007 |
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mood:  content
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Well I start full time work on Sunday from 6:30pm to 3am. It's a long time, yeah, but I want that money sooo bad. But don't worry peoples! I got my college schedule figured out as well so that I can still work at QVC while going to school. I'll just be coming back here on weekends and working. It'll work out. I'm just gonna have to be a hard worker.
So I move in next Friday. I'm already getting teary when I think about it. I mean I am gonna be coming back every weekend but I've gotten used to seeing Kyle every day. So it'll be hard but also probably a needed break. We're really happy right now and maybe this will make us more solid. If not it's prolly not meant to be. I'm not gonna count on us being able to stick it out though.
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| 01:07am 11/08/2007 |
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Just a video from the flying spaghetti monster myspace page. I found it enlightening.
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| Depression Hurts Everywhere and Everyone |
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| 10:20pm 26/02/2007 |
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Kyle....
He was good to me once. But now....nothing can be done. I should've broken up with him the moment he brought me to severe tears.
But enough about that. If you wanna know, ask me. What I hate most about the broken heart is the pain obviously. The inner pain is unimaginable and far surpasses that of physical pain but then this inner pain causes severe physical pain too. Like a freezing of the body. It goes stiff and gets hot and I can only release myself from it by attempting to push whatever my thought is out of my mind. I shake it off so to speak. Another feeling is a clench in my chest that makes me stop breathing. I feeling like no oxygen is getting to my brain and I'm dying. Maybe I am. That wouldn't be so bad. Tears come and go and at times I think I'll be ok and at other I think I would be better off shooting myself in the head.
I'm a roller coaster and I'm terrified of myself. Sometimes I think that I'm outside of me, looking in at the pathetic little girl going through yet another heartbreak and disappointment. She disgusts me and I want to kill her. She looks so pathetic from where I'm standing.
I know I have friends and I know I have family but I once had a lover who (I thought) wanted to do me no wrong and protect me. Nothing was ever greater. I wish begging would do something but it won't. It'll make things worse. If I thought life would be better if he took me back I would beg anyway but I know I still would not be happy. I just deserve better.
Nothing distracts me. Not school, not anime, not even fanfiction or people coming over.
I don't know why I haven't given up on love yet but something tells me that this is not how love goes. This is not how love is supposed to be. A person who loves another doesn't try to hurt them. A person who loves another doesn't lie to their face for their own benefit. Am I right? This was love but not pure. I will always be thankful to have given him what I did and to teach him love again. And even, though a part of me takes terrible pain from it. I will be there for him as his best friend whom I promised I always would be.
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| 04:22pm 29/09/2006 |
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Whoever says I have no right to be angry is full of shit. Not only was I not told until RIGHT NOW when she's MOVING IN but I'm guessing no other course of action was even attempted. She's trying in every possible way to come between Kyle and I, why did anyone think that her moving back in here would make it better? WTF is he THINKING?! I can already hear the yelling matches starting up again with them (they already got in another fight) not to mention our relationship being torn assunder. He's going to be irritable cause she's always here and like he was when I first met him. Then I have a feeling I'll be blamed and bitched at. I can also already see her getting in my face.
The worst part is that this is all I can do. Bitch and moan about it cause she's already here and her shit is already in the house. I can't even act super angry like I FEEL or he'll get pissed and start yelling at me.
I just wanna cry. What the hell is going on? Where did I take the wrong turn? How did I get here? |
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| 07:15pm 31/05/2006 |
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Just for Reece:
"You've been attacked by a broken skeleton."
WAAAAGH!!!1 *flails*
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| 03:26pm 05/10/2005 |
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I know that I'm in love with you
I know that love is real
So I thought I'd write a poem just to
Tell you how I feel
I know we've had our problems and
I know we've had our fights
I know we've romantic times
And had our wild nights
But nothing seems to matter when
I gaze into your eyes
You say breakup's inevitable
But I say that's a lie
Whenever I hold you in my arms
I know that feeling's right
I always want you in arm's reach
And never out of sight
To look at you, to hold your hand
It's neverending bliss
Your every touch, your loving glance
And every little kiss
No matter what the future holds
Our love will always hold true
Marlana, honey, baby, dearest
I love you
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That's right, Jason wrote this poem for me. It was a while ago in the summer but it's what tells me that he will always love me. It's what gives me hope for the future. I know that I can't just show this to him and he'll say, "Hey that's right, I forgot about all that, we can get back together now." I just want him to remember. He says he does remember... everything. But I think he's forgotten some things like this poem. Most importantly I think he's forgotten the tender love we had between us. But one day he'll remember it all. He just needs to take some time to get over all of what's happened lately. It'll come back when he sees how much I've changed.
And yes I meant for this post to be completely open for all to see. |
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| 10:56pm 12/09/2005 |
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Yeah so I don't even wanna discuss Pinky and Amanda right now, their not things that I'm really concerned with at all right now. But Jason told me a couple nights ago that just this past week he had a.... disagreement, for lack of a better word, with his sister and his two cousins about me. I was told that they thought that I was being disrespectful of them and everone else in the house even though, as he told me, his mother nor grandfather had a problem with me. I was actually really hurt by it cause more than anything I've always wanted their approval, including Chris even though he doesn't talk to me. I've always asked Jason if they've hated me and he was always like "No way. They're completely fine with you and like you a lot." And I was always really happy to hear that cause I never wanted them to think that I was a bad person (even though I often tend to be exactly that.) But anyway, I never wanted to offend them and that's why I can tend to be shy or not answer them as in depth as I possibly could.
In other news, I've finally gotten to start taking lessons from Mike and Michelle which is exciting. Anywho.... I like chicken. That is all.
~Teh Thinger
Quiz:
-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which
means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're
the kind of chick that can hang out with your
boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't
care about presents or about going to fancy
placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy
being around your boyfriend.
What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?
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| 03:26pm 24/06/2005 |
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I've decided to make my journal friends only from now on so if you have been reading my journals and have not included yourself amongst my friends, please do so and I will fav. you back. That is all.
Quizzes #6:
A TAN Dragon Lies Beneath!
I took the Inner Dragon online quiz and found out I am a Tan Dragon on the inside. My Inner Dragon is the true draconic magic-user. Tans have been all but forgotten in popular literature, but that suits them just fine. They're slightly shy and spend most of their time in impassable mountain valleys. When feeling brave or adventurous, Tans use their shape-shifting ability to blend in with society. Given a choice, however, Tans still much prefer to be left to their own devices.
I like to spend time devising new and interesting spells, and counting my gigantic treasure. My favorable attributes are longevity, security, magic, and reverence for life. To top it off, my breath weapon is a curious mix of Fire and Air. Just tell folks to watch out, like all Tans I've got a seriously short temper!
Goddess of the Moon. Beauty, yet a sadness lurks
about you at times. But hey, pain is beauty,
right?
What element would you rein over? (For Girls)
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| 01:40am 22/06/2005 |
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Went to the doctor today. She seems to think I'm a slut... Damn her. I went to Jason's and left early. I regret it now since I prolly won't see him tomorrow. I'm such an idiot. I truly do love him. I feel so... in love when I'm around him. His peeps are cool too. (i.e. sister, mom, cousins, etc) Also went to Mandy's and played Sims2. Now THAT is an addicting game. It is pure evil, but sooo much fun. Can't wait to put the spiral hous of doom in there. Liz came up with that idea. It rocks. I have to call two places about jobs tomorrow, both are working for the city so w/e. Oh well, wish me luck, I hope I have a job soon!
Quiz #5
The Tranquil River Dragon is your guardian.
Powerful, wise and creative, understanding the
balance of life and death like no other.
What sort of Dragon watches over you?
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| Amazing Maisy! |
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| 01:30am 15/06/2005 |
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mood: WOAH! music: A person's a person no matter how small
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Suessical on the brain. I did this thing. It was so me. I liked it.
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| 05:56pm 14/06/2005 |
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Yeah everyone else has this bastard up. I've done this thing before with like Becca and Liz but yeah that's all really, w/e. Fill it out and stuff. New quiz at teh bottom. I'm just gonna like make one of these one day...
1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. How have I affected you?
5. What do you think of me?
6. Whats the fondest memory you have of me?
7. How long do you think we will be friends?
8. Do you love me?
9. Do you have a crush on me?
10. Would you kiss me?
11. Physically, what stands out?
12. Emotionally, what stands out?
13. Do you wish I was cooler?
14. On a scale of 1-10, how hot am i?
15. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
16. Am I loveable?
17. How long have you known me?
18. Describe me in one word.
19. What was your first impression?
20. What do you think my weakness is?
21. Do you think I'll get married?
22. What reminds you of me?
23. If you could give me anything what would it be?
24. When is the last time you saw me?
25. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
26. Do you think I could kill someone?
27. Do you miss me?
28. Do you think I miss you?
29. If I was completely serious would you have sex with me right now?
30. Are you gonna copy and paste this into your blog to see what I say about you?
Quiz #4(?):
What DragonBall Guy Are You?
What DragonBall Girl Are You?
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| 01:17am 14/06/2005 |
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mood:  sluts piss me off music: classical stuff on teh radio
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USABDA schwas fuuuun! Well sorta... not as great as Disney... but I got to perform more! I danced with Jason in a routine! And he blew off a chick I really don't like to dance with me! What a great b/f! *molests him* But the fact that other girls still are all like *MOLEST* on him.... that just shows their disrespect for me and I won't have that. I tell it as it is chicas and if you think you can still lay a hand on my man I'll rip your offending hand off. I love and trust my Jason but other girls who are all about him don't make me happy... AT ALL.
In other news.... my cat's going naked, I'm sad about this cause I love her fur and her flea medication is making it fall out! No more flea medication dammit! I want my cat's hair back! That is all my sheep.
Baaa,
Thinger
Quizzes #3:
You are most like Umi!
Find out Which
Magic Knight you are.
Which Female LotR Character are You?
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