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[02 May 2008|12:34pm] |
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Iron Man is a fucking awesome movie, and you should go see it now.
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[27 Nov 2007|08:19pm] |
GRACE and whoever else is INTERESTED in the POETRY thing.
The PODCAST.
Get me your pieces and I will send the email - I want to do this BEFORE FRIDAY.
- Thank you, the management.
:D
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[04 Jul 2007|08:15pm] |
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Still not King.
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[28 Apr 2007|12:28pm] |
Yesterday marked 6 MONTHS.
Love♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥love.
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[25 Feb 2007|12:04pm] |
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I am made of love today, and I wanted to share that.
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[02 Feb 2007|08:22pm] |
Inspiration much?
http://www.flickr.com/photos/alberich/sets/1477911/
Other news?
Buggered my hands (inking = ouch, so it's on a break) my knee and my elbow.
Grr.
Been dealing with weird original sin shit. Argl.
Classes going well - soon you will have access to my writings for class.
Aside from that?
She ate
a watercolor grape
and his kiss
and the ice was fire
all along.
And ?-
Pan's Labyrinth is a worth-see.
Ciao now - time for runrun.
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[30 Dec 2006|05:20pm] |
Hi there! I think you are highly intelligent and have an excellent sense of humor. You also don't find raunchy, foul-mouthed sex talk offensive. You have a soft spot for cacti and dominatrixes. Thus, you will enjoy this: www.gwscomic.com
Sincerely,
friend.
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[25 Dec 2006|01:01am] |
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Merry Christmas!
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[01 Sep 2006|10:07pm] |
Old Irish Song:
JOHNNY BE FAIR
Oh, Johnny be fair and Johnny be fine he wants me for to wed
And I would marry Johnny, but me father up and said
"I'm sorry to tell you daughter, what your mother never knew
But Johnny is a son of mine and so he's kin to you"
Oh, Willie be fair and Willie be fine he wants me for to wed
And I would marry Willie, but me father up and said
"I'm sorry to tell you daughter, what your mother never knew
But Willie too is a son of mine and so he's kin to you"
Oh, Thomas be fair and Thomas be fine he wants me for to wed
And I would marry Thomas, but me father up and said
"I'm sorry to tell you daughter, what your mother never knew
But Thomas is a son of mine and so he's kin to you"
Oh, you never saw a maid so sad and sorry as I was
The lads in town were all me kin and me father was the cause
If life should thus continue, I will die a single miss
I think I'll go to mother and complain to her of this
"Oh, daughter, haven't I told you to forgive and to forget?
Your father sowed his wild oats, but still you need not fret
Your father may be father to all the lads in town, but still
He's not the one who sired you, so marry whom you will"
I <3 the Irish.
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[23 May 2006|09:06pm] |
Homophobia and You:
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, Iguess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks,and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they foundout my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong and education is necessary and everyone should be held as an equal, regardless of sexual orientation.
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[14 Apr 2006|08:32pm] |
- Owls cannot move their eyes, because their eyeballs are shaped like Melissa.
- About 100 people choke to death on Melissa each year!
- Pacman was originally called Melissaman!
- Melissa is the world's smallest mammal.
- Ancient Chinese artists would never paint pictures of Melissa.
- Melissa was invented in China in the eleventh century, but was only used for fireworks, never for weapons.
- In 1982 Time Magazine named Melissa its 'Man of the Year'!
- Only one person in two billion will live to be Melissa!
- Melissa was originally called Cheerioats!
- Devoid of her cells and proteins, Melissa has the same chemical makeup as sea water.
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[12 Apr 2006|07:32pm] |
Another year.
I'm 19 today.
This last year hasn't been too shabby:
New friends/friends I've gotten a lot closer to/people I've actually started hanging out with: Alex, Andy, Anne, Ben, Brandon, Brianna, Caitlin, Carl, Dani, Jay, Jenny, Katie, Rhian, Sally, Shane, Sophia...
People I've started talking to more: Brian, Bobby, Caitlin, Christian, Jackie, Jewels, Josh, Kelly, Krista, Morgan, Pari, Sarah, Vanessa...
Old friends who have gotten even more fantastic: Grace, Rachel, Kristina...
I'm sure I've missed a few (that's a judgement on me, by the way...)
Typed 54,000 words over summer.
Three manuscripts so far.
Two published short stories.
A lot of poetry.
People I've leaned on: Grace, Rachel, Andy, Jenny, Kristina, Louisie, Mom, Dad...
Got back into theater. Worked on my art.
Noir.
Dancing, swimming, horse riding, Krav maga, running, lucid dreaming...
Synesthesia.
There have been downs, too: despair, depression, worry, fatigue, tears for self and friends.
Hard work has been prevalent: AP classes, Sprachfest, Culture fair, my minor contributions to Midsummer, scholarship applications, I got into UT...
What I learned this year:
a lot of crap concerning school, math, gov't, and economics.
support networks are for using, not admiring.
I can do things I wish I didn't have to and don't like to
"Fuck off" is printed on my forehead
"Confide in me" is branded on my chest
I don't have to care
....but I do, anyway.
Honesty hurts
...but it's a clean pain. It doesn't fester as much.
Love is worth it anyway.
Perfection isn't necessary.
I have become...
more tactile,
more memory-oriented,
more open,
less hostile,
more comfortable
more empathetic.
To sum this all up:
I care more about you all than you'll ever know. You make life more than bearable - you make it captivating, interesting, and intoxicating. You make me laugh, you make me think, you make my day.
Words really do fall short, here.
Suffice it to say, I learn more from you than from books, and I love you all deeply, and nothing will change that.
♥
- Me
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[05 Apr 2006|08:57pm] |
i. List ten things you want to say to people but know you never will.
ii. Don't say who they are.
iii. Disable comments. (comment if you like - just refer to the number. very few of these pertain to people y'all know...)
1 - Tell him no. End it. Brutally, if needs be...but get him to move on.
2 - Well aren't you clever, playing a little game of trying to crush people without doing so openly. It won't always work, and one day it'll blow up in your face, you heartless shite.
3 - You should never have said yes. So much shite could've been avoided.
4 - No, don't look at me. Don't even begin - I am better at this game, I have played it for longer, and I count cards. You will not win against me. Don't try.
5 - I'm very good at the waiting game. Beware.
6 - Stop whining about the cards life dealt you - play the round and move on. What happens stays happened, and that's the only universal truth. If that's not something that makes you happy, then fine - waste time being sad. (this goes for me, too ;))
7 - Stop beating yourself up for not being perfect. You don't have to be. Nobody expects it of you except you. In fact, we think you're perfect the way you are. So stop trying so hard - you are allowed to make mistakes. It's called living. It's called learning.
8 - She told me. I hate her.
9 - Make up your mind, then make it public. Stop playing two tables just because it evens up the odds. Say it out loud, or do something, just be decisive, dammit!
10 - Life support was there a long time ago. He pulled the plug. Things stay happened. Death is permanent.
10i - While we're on that subject: I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry I broke off our contact, but it was a clean break, it was the best I could give you, and I've beaten myself up over it countless times. I am sorry I won't ever be able to tell you this.
10ii - I remember that day. I have yet to apologize. I want to. Somehow.
10iii - I am sorry for the boxes and the shells. Because of you, I am trying not to do that anymore. I should probably tell you what a big impact you've had on my way of looking at people.
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