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[Feb. 8th, 2006|05:10 pm] |
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my new LJ is: misseyeliner
add me to your friends. i'm making it a friends only pretty soon.
kthanx. |
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[Feb. 5th, 2006|11:27 pm] |
| Your Love Song Is |  You and Me by Lifehouse
"Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do Nothing to prove And it's you and me and all of the people And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you"
For you, love is very intense and a little difficult to express. |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2006|05:25 pm] |
i knew everything had always been too good to be true. my place no longer has an exsitance. |
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[Feb. 1st, 2006|03:27 pm] |
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HEY GUYS AND GALS!
I'm making a new LJ. Stay tuned for more info.
Also, IM me? missyouterribily
just INCASE when I delete this, I can IM you the link OR put it in my profileee. |
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[Jan. 24th, 2006|03:53 pm] |
|  | Dear Cupid,
This year, I've had my ups and downs in the love department.
| gave me a flower but told me 'don’t feel too good, it was free'. gave me a bunch of dusty Duck Tales valentine’s day cards. I accidentally glued my hand to ’s butt (and it’s a really nice butt). | So, as you can see, it's been a hectic year. Can you please make fall in love with me this Valentine's day?
Sincerely, __chalkyoutline |
| | Take this Quiz at QuizGalaxy.com | | ( or, take the 'adult' version at QuizUniverse.com ) | |
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[Jan. 24th, 2006|03:52 pm] |
You fit in with: Agnosticism
Your ideals mostly resemble those of an Agnostic. You are fairly ambivalent towards any religion or spiritual connection. You lead a very busy life and find that religion and spirituality are unnecessary to your life.
0% scientific. 20% reason-oriented.
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[Jan. 24th, 2006|03:36 pm] |
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| Your darkest secret is: | You once told someone to bring it |

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| You will go to jail for: | You know too much about the assassination of JFK |

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| Your arch-nemesis is: | Cleopatra |

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| Why? | Because you ate your dinner with your feet |
| The winner will be... | You are going to kill them |
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| Pink Triangles by Larry Wayne Johns |
[Jan. 14th, 2006|10:56 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
| | Reggie and the Full Effect | ] |
After midnight. Drunk.
Too young for the clubs,
I was hanging near the enterance
to Piedmont Park. A Silhouette
stepped out of the shadows,
bummed a smoke, asked me to follow
into the woods. I ignored him
as a group of kids, my age,
came strolling down the street.
The man was whispering
Come on, let's go.
He stared to ease back
the way one might
back away from a growling dog.
I heard it before I saw it
dangling from from one boy's hand --
the aluminum baseball bat
scarping pavement.
Now, whenever I step
over a pink triangle
along the sidewalk in Midtown,
a number inside it tells me
how many of us have been slain.
And I think of that man, that night,
that way I ran for my own life.
I think it's time to stop running. |
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[Jan. 11th, 2006|09:49 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
| | Random shit on iTunes | ] |
We all have those friends who mean the world to us. "Our Best Friends". Sometimes, I don't think I let them know, indivdually, how much I care for them.
Kim: We met in the 7th grade. You sat behind me in English, you knew my name and always talked to me about what was going on in your day. Like when you painted your nails with a Sharpie. In the 8th grade when you always had funky colored hair, everyday, I couldn't wait to see your hair, to see what cool color you were going to do next. Than in the 9th grade, when I was confused about which friends were my true friends, I found out, you were one of them. You were always there, when I was in school. I always thought, "Man, this girls awesome." We started hanging out, you, me and Adamo. Now, it's you, me and danielle. We've had amazing times over the years. Each one, worth time worth happening. You mean so much to me, like a sister. Because, you're looking out for me. Aren't you? Thank you for being my friend.
Danielle: Well, I remember always hearing about you when I would hangout with Kristine and Chels. Always wondering who you were. Well, the answer came in the 9th grade when you were in my English class. We talked like, "Hey" and stuff, and Eddie [...]. We started hanging out in the 10th grade. Kim, you, and I were a trio. When it came to the three of us, let's just say, "we're cool like that". I never was jealous. It was like, "Eh..no worries." Now look---forget it. this isn't WORKING the way I wanted it to.
Basically, you guys are important to me. More than anything or anyone. You two cheer me up and everything. I feel like, erasing this and re-writing it. Today, just isn't our day, is it?
I can't get out the words, I wanted to say. Everythings just fucked, but, not our relationship. |
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[Jan. 10th, 2006|09:38 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
| | Gatsby American Dream | ] | Motherfucker. It's about time for them badhabits to kick in. |
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[Jan. 7th, 2006|12:18 pm] |
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Chops" because that was the name of his dog And that's what it was all about</sub> And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts That was the year that Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair And his mother and father kissed a lot And the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row of X's and he had to ask his father what the X's meant And his father always tucked him in bed at night And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Autumn" because that was the name of the season And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and asked him to write more clearly And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of its new paint And the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars And left butts on the pews And sometimes they would burn holes That was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus And the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot And his father never tucked him in bed at night And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem And he called it "Innocence: A Question" because that was the question about his girl And that's what it was all about And his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her That was the year that Father Tracy died And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went And he caught his sister making out on the back porch And his mother and father never kissed or even talked And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed his father snoring soundly
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem And he called it "Absolutely Nothing" Because that's what it was really all about And he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wrist And he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn't think he could reach the kitchen.
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[Jan. 7th, 2006|12:30 am] |
Things're good. Too good if you ask me. |
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[Dec. 29th, 2005|09:04 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Gone So Young - Amber Pacific | ] | I've come to notice what I am to you. A scape goat. what the fuck? Why can't you just tell me the fucking truth? |
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[Dec. 28th, 2005|03:22 pm] |
I'm known, for some pretty retarded/fuckedup/interesting/cool/scary/sad/WHATEVER dreams, sometimes.
Soo. Here's how it starts. I find myself running at to Calvary. As I run up the steps, the doors are open. I suspect something big is going on. As I walk in, Brian and Nat are standing right there talking. "Yeah, I just called him. He's on his way. Kate we've been waiting for you." Brian tells me, cell phone in had. Nat looks over at me, "Big night tonight." and walks in the direction of his office. Brian walks down to the youth lounge. I follow him downstairs. "Brian what's going on?" I look around noticing all the decorations. "You could say that. Something like one." He walks into the other side of the youth lounge were it looks like a 5 year olds bedroom. I remembered how Nat told me why he had chosen the colors. I sat on one of the couchs that was in a corner. I looked around. The door bell rings. Brian starts to walk out "I'll get it. Stay here." As he leaves a little boy who looks like he's eight peeks in around the fruity colored room. I blinked a couple of times. He looks like he's looking for someone. "You lost, kid?" He walks in slowly. He shrugs, sitting on one of the couchs. He stares at me. He looks so familar. Brian walks back in Nat behind him. They're in the middle of talking, "I don't know! He said he was going to be here soon to help." B rian's looking through his cell phone for someone's number. "I'll call him again." and walks out. Nat climbs on a ladder that wasn't there before. He starts hanging up streamers. Time goes by quickly. It's an hour now. "Alright he'll be here any mintue." Brian walks back in. Nat mutters an "Alright." All of the sudden, he's got peaces of lamenated paper and he putting tape on the backs, like he's going to stick them on the wall or something. The little boy walks out and upstairs, as if he's been called. Nat looks at me, grins and takes one of the letters and sticks it on me. He does it once more. "What're you doing, Nat?", and turn around and run up stairs he follows grabbing a few more letters. I run through the door and see Brian talking to some people. It's dim and I can't see. "Brian! Make Nat stop! He's sticking letters on me!", I fall at the feet of Brian and whoever it is he's talking to. They all look down at me. Nat starts to stick letters on one of the people Brian's been talking to. I look up seeing that Brian's been talking to Paul and..some old man. The little boy walks out of the office with Nat's dog Britney. He looks happy now. He stands to Paul's right. The man's to Paul's left. They all look the same. I guess Paul has a little brother and that's his dad? I horribly wrong I was later on. All of a sudden we're in the Sachuary[sp?]. I look around the lights are only on in the front and in the back it's dark in the back. I sit in the back and watch everyone walk towards the front. Paul's "little brother", stops and stares at me. I look around and see a little girl sitting next to me. I never knew what I looked like at eight. I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. She waves at him. I look around but didn't see anyone else. I got it now. The boy was Paul's youngerself. The man was his olderself, the age he'd die at. By the looks of it, he was going to live a long time. I looked around and saw a girl who looked like she was in her 20's. I got up and walked out of the large room. I walk into Nat's office, Britney's looking out the window. She turns around and sits in one of the chairs next to me, she starts to lick me, ..cause shes a dog. I sit there petting her, thinking. I noticed Nat's chair is turned around. It slowly turns and the 25 year old me is staring at me. My youngerself and Paul's youngerself are standing in the doorway. We're all looking at eachother. Waiting for someone to say something. I stared at the floor. "What's going on?", I asked. I looked around once more.
"That's what we want to know.", mt 25 yearoldself said blanky. |
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[Dec. 23rd, 2005|02:01 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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| | Black By Popular Demand | ] | katehead kateface katemix katelady ladykate katebait. kate&milk milk&kate katekate kate&crack crack kate katerape rapekate cute kate cudly kate AMISH kate kateSMASH coo coo for kate mykate ____kate kate____
add on to the madness.
EDIT: kates eyes before sunrise, bedlight for Kates eyes, macaroni and kate, kit kate |
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| Newsletter for Computer Graphics |
[Dec. 19th, 2005|06:43 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | pissed off | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Bad Religion | ] |
Step-by-step
1. Personal Info
- May 24, 1989 The afternoon. 5 days.
- Family//Childhood
- Now? Maybe. Yeah, now.
- Future >>>> DESTORYEDD
2. Hobbies
a. Photography
b. Attempting to draw [hahaha]
3. Interests
a. Animals
b. Music
Me:
Well. First off, I was born May 24th 1989, in the after noon, at Glen Cove Hospital. My Ma’ was in five days of labor with me. Yeah, five. I wasn’t too thrilled with leaving Ma’s womb. I’m IRISH, ITAILIAN, SCOTTISH, FRENCH, and NETHERLANDIAN . My house consists of, not only myself, but: Ma’, Dad, Papa Frank, Robert or “Butters”, Lucie Lou the dog, and Buddie the Cat. Once in a while, my sister and niece visit us from their apartment next door. We all live on Lancaster St. In the house, I’m the hardest to understand. There’s a lack of communication. When there’s communication, you wonder what else is going on in my head.
I’m not all about using big words. I feel like I’m being pushed into being an adult too fast. I try to conserve my innocence with my music. All the rock and roll in the world. All I can ever tell you is, “Don’t ask about my childhood.” Why? I got nothing to say. ‘Cause All I can remember is the first grade. I use to get beat up for no apparent reason.
Today, I haven’t given up in school just yet. But, I’m getting there. Sadly. Ehhhh. Once in a while, on purpose I talk with a Itailian-Newyorker accent. Sometimes, when I get annoyed, you hear it. Everyday, I lose memory of something important. It doesn’t bother me.
MY MUSIC DOESN’T DEFINE ME. So, Just because you here he listening to some depressing song. It doesn’t me I’m like that song. I’m not Emo. Goddd. My days, are very interesting. I hangout in, Stop&Shop and Wal-Mart, sometimes Starbucks, with the only people who will hangout with me: Kim and Danielle. I’ve tried to hangout with a few other kids. Not interested. Am I diseased?
Gee, Thanks.
I work easiest when I have music playing. Music helps me a lot. I love putting it into my work [Projects, homework ,etc]. In this newsletter, I’ll mention a few bands later on. Now, as I sit here and think. I actually remember things about my life my mom told me, before she had me. She’d tell me how, she got into a car accident and she refused to move when she’d collected herself. Thanks.
Well, I go to the same sites everyday, livejournal.com, purevolume.com, and myspace.com. …I’m sorta running out of ideas of what to say.
All I can say is, I listen to Holiday songs out of season.
Music:
When it comes to my music, you’d wonder “Where’d she get these bands?”.
Local shows my friend. Local shows. I know a few bands who know other bands.
I made friends with Patent Pending, in a way. They’re friends with We.re All Broken, love them. I love, love local shows.
The songs I listen to, are like a soundtrack to my life. For example during the summer, The All-American Rejects’ new Album “Move Along”.
[1] Dirty Little Secret: we all had our secrets this summer.
[2] Stab My Back: we stabbed each others back this summer. We didn’t mean to, we let it happen to one another.
[3] Move Along: we have one year left in HS after 11th. We’re going to have to move on. That’s what this song’s about, life after HS.
[4] It Ends Tonight: Ending everything that’s gone terribly wrong for us.
[5] Change Your Mind: We made lot’s of life changing impacts this summer.
[6] Night Drive: My friends and I all turned 16 before summer.
[7] 11:11 PM (CST): We hung out way too late this summer. It didn’t bother us, it felt right. Time didn’t matter to us.
[8] Dance Inside: When we had our troubles. We danced, we feel in love.
[9] Top of The World: People who ruled over us, we felt as though they didn’t have the place to do so.
[10] Straitjacket Feeling: We all had our break downs summer ’05.
[11] I’m Waiting: Waiting for what was going to happen next to us. We couldn’t wait, good or bad.
[12] Can’t Take It: We lost it all. All the crap we had to deal with came back to haunt us.
See? I like to do this. Even though I may not get the songs meaning right. I try my best.
Besides that, here’s some bands I like:
Cheap trick, The Clash, The Ramones, The Cure, The Sex Pistols, Nirvana, Green Day, My Chemical Romance, Mindless Self Indulgence, Fall Out Boy, Rise Against, Strung Out, Armor For Sleep, Kill Your Idols, Taking Back Sunday, Emanuel, Not Long After, Nothing To Lose, Every Time I Die, Hawthorne Heights, MEST, Letter Kills, Incubus, After The Tragedy, Pennywise, Reel Big Fish, Phish, Weezer, Hot Hot Heat, Foo Fighters, The Killers, 311, Sublime, Flogging Molly, Bright Eyes, Bury Your Dead, CKY, Caesars, The Zutons, The F-ups, Riddlin’ Kids, The Living End, Finch, Fuel, Funeral For A Friend, The Get Up Kids, Goldfinger, Hellogoodbye, Jet, Motion City Soundtrack, Midtown, Straylight Run, Smile Empty Soul, Saves The Day, Future Leaders of The World, Alkaline Trio, Jamison Parker, Thursday, Wakefield, The Futureheads, Boys Night Out, Matchbook Romance, Say Anything, Dashboard Confessional, Less than Jake, Coheed and Cambria, The Blood Brothers, Drop Kick Murphys, Snow Patrol, Rage Against The Machine, Thrice, We.re all broken, Patent Pending, The Postal Service, A Static Lullaby, Senses Fail, AND MANY MANY MORE.
Future:
I WAS hoping to get into BOCES/Barry Tech. I wanted to be a Veteran Assistant. My motha told my middle school when I was in the 6th grade.. They said they put it in my file. Now, I’m not there. The school told my mom “well, if we knew she wanted to attend the school, she’d be there.” So, my hopes and dreams of the career choice has been shot down. All I can see myself is taking pictures trying to get by in life. Because of this “mistake”, I must stay an extra year in East Meadow High School. Not what I wanted, but oh well. For now, I’ll just enjoy my time taking pictures.
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[Dec. 17th, 2005|11:06 pm] |
Dear Santa...
Dear Santa,
This year I've been busy!
In March I helped tabaco602 across the street (6 points). Last Wednesday I bought porn for addchild1989 (-10 points). Last Sunday ugotsrvdbypunit and I robbed a bank (-50 points). In June I ruled Canada as a cruel and heartless dictator (-700 points). Last Friday I pulled over and changed scream___it's flat tire (15 points).
Overall, I've been naughty (-739 points). For Christmas I deserve a lump of coal!
Sincerely, __chalkyoutline |
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[Dec. 17th, 2005|10:41 pm] |
Name 12 people you know...
(i'm gonna do as many people on LJ as possible so they can read it.
1. Kim 2. Danielle 3. Jon 4. Jersey 5. Eddie 6. Justin 7. Paul 8. Tommy-Lee 9. Carol 10. JoeMAMA 11. Caitlin 12. Natters!
If #1 asked you to make-out with them, would you?:: what? maybe, because she'd ask. If #12 needed a kidney, would you give them your kidney?:: yes!! Does #7 know CPR?:: ..Maybe. I don't knoww. Is #2 going out with anyone?:: Nopeee. How cute is #4?:: VERY. I love herrr. Does sugar have a bad effect on #5?:: ..Bad. What is #8’s favorite color?:: Green? What would you label #12?:: my favorite! don't really do labelss. Have you ever been on a date with #11?:: Haha. No, but we've had funny advetures. Does #9 enjoy drawing?:: I think so. Have you ever been on a date with #3?:: No. :( He lives too far away. Can #6 be a little crazy?:: YES. Very. What is #2’s favorite food?:: Sushi. What would you do if #3 turned out to be your biological sister/brother?:: OMGZ. I don't know. He's kinda like onee. Does #5 have any pets?:: Yes. A kitten. How many houses has #1 lived in?:: Two? How did you meet #4?:: Calvary show. What is #7’s favorite TV show?:: Uhh. I don't talk about TV with him. Is #8 older or younger than you?:: Older. Have #1 & #10 ever went out on a date?:: Haha. No. Give #9 a hug?:: Once. What is your relationship with #10?:: Friends. Who on this list is most likely to marry #11?:: Nobody. What if your mom/dad remarried #12?:: ...Shocking. CRAZY. Are #1 & #2 a lot alike?:: YES. They,re BFFLZ. What hair color does #3 have?:: ..Dark. What is #4’s favorite food?:: ..Hmm. I don't know. Could #5 have secret admirers?:: Of course. Have you ever ridden in a car when #6 was driving?:: Yes. Mant occasions. Can you picture #7 being old?:: Yes. How is #8’s cooking skills?:: ..Okay, I think. Is #9 older or younger than you?:: Olderr. Would you ever make-out with #10?:: No. 'Cause I love his girlfriendd. What is a random fact about #11?:: She gives change to random strangers who don't speak english. Have you ever been to #12’s house?:: Nopeeeeeeeee. |
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[Dec. 9th, 2005|09:54 pm] |
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| Your arch-nemesis is: | Marie Antoinette |

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| Why? | Because they taped over the Price is Right before you could watch it |
| The winner will be... | You will forget about them as an arch nemesis and will find a new one |
| Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 2nd, 2005|03:09 pm] |
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Why is it..everyone I meet is more interested in talking to my friends and not me? |
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