:: Lost Comme une Singe ::

:: Sunday, December 7 ::

What Is Your Battle Cry?

Hark! Who is that, rampaging out of the wasteland! It is Margo, hands clutching a jeweled meat hammer! And with a spectacular scream, her voice cometh: "This one's for you, mom! I plunder until there is no more hope!"

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:: Mars 5:49 AM [+] ::
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So, added new links and shit.
I'm lazy.
There is more I want to type, but I will not type it now.
Also, look out for random attacks of Le Veille Homme et la Mer.
Aka, The Old Man and the Sea.
Boring book +
Stupid, Fucking Idiot teacher=
Random Ass test questions that will magickally be all of our grade.
Fucking Torisson.
I really hate her.
:: Mars 5:42 AM [+] ::
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Your horoscope... by spiralinghalo
Name:
Zodiac sign:
You will realize:	NOTHING, because you spend countless hours browsing websites just to paste this quiz into your journal.
You should avoid:	getting too friendly with that teammate of yours.
Your new love interest:	their name has two consonants in it.
Created with quill18's MemeGen!

:: Mars 5:38 AM [+] ::
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For Le Veille Homme et la Mer.
(i.e. Notes that I know Devil-Woman Torisson will be wanting)
Old man-Santiago
The Boy-Manolin
85 days=lucky

:: Mars 10:54 PM [+] ::
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You aren't quite a sheep...more like a grumpy goat.
You may follow the flock, but you are your own
person as well. Be careful...don't let those
horns of yours ram anyone ;)


Are you a sheep??? (With pics!)
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Bwah!
:: Mars 11:49 PM [+] ::
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Welladay, I found a new place to add to the Scores of Useful Links.
Rhyme Zone, which is a rhyming dictionary, a thing I've often wished for but never thought existed.
:: Mars 12:20 AM [+] ::
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Meh. Can't find the quotes book. S'prolly on the Laundry-Machine, but I am a lazy bugger.
Bugger to nasty success poems.

:: Mars 11:14 PM [+] ::
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Poor, poor, neglected bloggy.
Partly, this is due to Mars' obliviency to the time-space continum. Partly, it is because there have been few quotes for the past however many weeks; some of this lack is due to Mars' neglegence. Which is due to ceramics class. Bleh.
Either way, quotes soon.
Yay!
:: Mars 6:46 PM [+] ::
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You're Johanna! You are definatly a hippie. You
are also very artistic.


Which one of my demented friends are you?
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Apparently I am Larkin. Meep. -_-
:: Mars 6:39 PM [+] ::
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Skye is that guy you told me about that one time, with the box and the story and stuff, right Shay?
Or perchance I hallucinate yet again...
:: Mars 8:23 PM [+] ::
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Quotes for the Week
And last week too x_X

Last week:
"Truama, sex, truama, truama, sex."
-Lizzie

"Truama, sex? Where? When?"
-Keaton

"Mr. Elenbecker used to have hair."
*Class turns to look at Mr. Elenbecker's head*
"I used to have hair."
*Class turns back to look at Mr. Murphey's head*
"But then I held the knob too long..."
-Mr. Murphey, explaining the hazards of the Physics lab

"Be insane on somebody else's shoelaces!"
-Jafe/Jeff

"Then I have orgies all the time."
"Really? With who?"
"With my..." *Looks down at feet* "One, two....Oh..."
-Faye and Jake, on the true meaning of the word "orgy"

"Are you insulting Margo's cooking?"
"No, I'm just saying she didn't put enough herpes in."
-Ryann and Courtney

"They stole Tasha! And put male genitalia on her!"
-Ryann

"Did I put my idea in my pocket?"
-Katie

This week:
"Where's my hole?"
-Katie...(Wouldn't she like it if I put what context that was in. >:3

"Why is the drinking fountain next to a large gray vibrating box with a large orange sticker with 'BIOHAZARD' written on it?"
-Margo
:: Mars 12:36 AM [+] ::
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So Salam is back from Jordan, and posting again. But after all these monthes of his absence, I'm finding I like Riverbend better. Perhaps because she's less journalistic and more personal. I dunno...
:: Mars 11:55 PM [+] ::
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I still write in my blog Larksie. :P
:: Mars 12:18 AM [+] ::
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Rightio. Slightly late Quotes of the Week update, and also a new webcomic was added. It is called Grayling and it is messing with my reality. Or reality is messing with it. Hmmmmmmm....
N'enyway...
Quotes of the Week....)Only one day late today. ^^(

"I just want to clear up all this business with the monkeys. The first monkey fell out of the tree 'cause it was dead. The second monkey fell out of the tree because it was stapled to the first monkey's back. The third monkey jumped out because it thought it was a game, not because of peer pressure like everybody says....And the koala fell out of the tree because it was stapled to the back of the third monkey."
-Kt quoting Mr. Kelly

"[Sings]
The finch, the sparrow, and the lark
The plainsong cuckoo gray,
Whose note full many a man doth mark,
And dares not answer nay.

For, indeed....For indeed, now it's talking."
-Hank )who is Bottom the Weaver(

"When I was in high school, I was a play girl."
-Mars' Nana ~_^

"Shit ass whore!"
-Kt, for no particularly rememberable reason

"You will recieve the children!"
-Luizi

Or just snuggle up with a good book. And by 'book' I mean 'friend'.. ;)
-Leonard, in Kt's ujournal...

"I need to sleep and pee. Hopefully I won't be doing both at the same time."
-Ryann

"You don't exist. We checked the year book."
-Margo

"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to go ask the guy in front of us to drive up a little further."
"I don't know this woman."
-Ti and Ti's mom


:: Mars 12:10 AM [+] ::
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I've added my ujournal link )*cough*Shay*cough*(to the lovely batch of linkies on the side bar, under a new section between "Friends" and "Other Stuffies", which shall be known as "Currently Maintaining" and is a conglomerant of all the web thingies I'm running (Quotes sight )Deliberately misspelling ^^(, ujournal, DeviantART account).
Also, a wonderful place called Exploding Dog Dot Com was just added in the "Amuse Yourself" section. It has lufferly stick figure drawings. You should go there.
:: Mars 7:30 PM [+] ::
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Slightly late quotes for last week

"They're getting rarer and rarer. Pretty soon math geeks are going to be as rare as unicorns."
-Mr. Murphey

"You're probably not going yo read it. In fact, I've told you not to read it."
-Mr. Murphey on Physics text books

"C'est du bois." *Knocks on shelf* "Et c'est du bois aussi." *Knocks on head*
-M. Lenz talking about wood

"Just be like: I'm not killing trees."
"I'm not killing priests, you."
"Trees."
"Priests."
"Are lots of kids killing priests now?"
-Margo, Courtney, and Kayla

"Just get a different boyfriend, closer to the third floor."
-Mr. Murphey

"I'll be your girlfriend."
-A guy in Physics class, to Matt

"Death by a thousand pencils."
-Mr. Murphey

"I said sit in front of me. You are currently sitting behind me. Kindergarten concepts here people."
-Ms. A

"And all my powers, address your love and might
To honour Helen and to be her knight.....Bosom."
-Keaton

"Think of it as losing weight...but you're already anorexic."
-Keaton to Beto on line cuts

"I'm not the brightest bulb in the shed."
-Thorn

"I'm not hte sharpest tool in the lamp."
-Rob

"I've concluded that pirate life is just like regular life, only with a better hat."
-Zack

"She bit me!"
"Just be glad you didn't catch on her braces."
-Zack and Rob on Shay

"I'm going to get some new legs and they won't clank so much."
-That Guy....
:: Mars 6:59 PM [+] ::
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Shay, Thorn looked like Lord Zuul...
From that one crazy reading show that we watched in 2nd grade.
:: Mars 1:55 PM [+] ::
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Ugggggggghhhhhhhhh...
I hate school. I am sick and miserable.
Fucking miserable.
But I love play. I wish that I could have play all day. Theater Arts class does not compair, because it is filled with idiots and assholes. And a few good people. I should have taken it last year with everybody else.
Oh well.
Now at least I have class with Llllllllluuuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii...
Heh. Her name is fun.
*Runs off laughing into the night*
:: Mars 11:14 PM [+] ::
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I'm starting to work on the Quotes site again, though I have not my main source, which is still not working, bob dem them.
:: Mars 2:38 AM [+] ::
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I'm the lai, with no sort Of grave, solemn thought, And I Will never be caught By miseries sought, Nor sigh; Where battles are fought Or arguments brought, I fly. What Poetry Form Are You?

:: Mars 1:25 AM [+] ::
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I'm terza rima, and I talk and smile. Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away I let mine out, and chatter all the while. I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day Is any day that's spent without a friend, With nothing much to do or hear or say. I like to be with people, and depend On company for being entertained; Which seems a good solution, in the end. What Poetry Form Are You?

:: Mars 1:22 AM [+] ::
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What Is Your Battle Cry?

Who is that, striding over the freeway! It is Lostlikeamonkey, hands clutching a vorpal blade! And with a vengeful scream, her voice cometh: "Hail the blood-letting! I desecrate until Satan himself emerges from the pit to thank me!"

Find out! Enter username: Are you a girl, or a guy ?

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:: Mars 11:37 PM [+] ::
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Quotes from last week, and this week:

"You don't want to bite on the pen. It's a nice pen."
"I think he does want to bite on the pen."
"No, now he wants to bite all over my body."
-Amber T and Kt on Jake

"There's a difference between sick and horrendisly insane."
-Tatianna

Suicide; Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt, burned the t-shirt, bought another one chopped it into peices and dumped chemicals on it, got another, it shrunk in the wash, finally gave up on the whole bloody idea.
-Thought on the bus

"It has made us a kinder people, a gentler people."
Which is why we're in the middle of a war, which we started.
-The PSA on Sept. 11, and my responce

"Hello. May I sleep in your wallet?"
-Some kid on the bus

"I'll be your lightning rod of hate."
-The TV said it

The floggings will continue until moral improves.
-A t-shirt

"She's fucked, I'm here, and the show must go on."
-The Movie

"I think I've met your sister Cinderella."
-Also The Movie

"Have you ever considered, you know, experimenting with heterosexuality?"
"Why would I want to sleep with a straight guy?"
-More of The Movie

"My dad is not a nerd, he just has a mullet. Leave him alone."
-Courtney

"But it is not a little plastic god."
-Ms. Ruef

"This is a threat."
-Mr. Murphey

"We are all a family here."
"Obviously we're a very incestuous one."
-Ms. Tillman and my responce at the Student Assembly
:: Mars 5:30 PM [+] ::
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If only we were wiser or better people,
perhaps the gods would explain to us
the mad, unbearable things they do.
-How They Communicate With Animals

This is the answer to today.

:: Mars 5:30 PM [+] ::
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So...these are the quotes from the first week (Three days...^_~) of school:

"I sink like a fish."
-Courtney

I'm the artist currently known as "Starving."
-Pin on Hannah's backpack

Chemistry: A math class that smells bad.
-Mr. Murphey

"By participation, I don't mean show up, sit, and breathe."
-Ms. A

"Spontinatity happens...through practice."
-Ms. Kim

"I you know you're going to be smashed on Wensday, do the homework on Tuesday."
-Ms. Ruef (This is more funny when you think "smashed" like "drunk")

"You'd be amazed how many forms there are to fill out when somebody jumps out of a window. I don't have time for it."
-Mr. Murphey

"I've arrainged for gravity to be uniform in the room today."
-Mr. Murphey

"And in the end you will have what? Analyzed crap."
-Mr. Murphey

Why would I want a muscular groin?
-Though from Weight Training.
:: Mars 12:37 AM [+] ::
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Well, I was going to write about school starting.
And such happiness.
But then I read Riverbend's blog.
Now I'm going to go sit in a corner.
And maybe cry.
Yeah, that sounds good.
:: Mars 12:16 AM [+] ::
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BLOODY HELL
:: Mars 7:26 AM [+] ::
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Oh, and incase anybody was wondering, Salam and Riverbend both are linked to under the Musts To section. (Where is Raed and Baghdad Burning) They're two intelligent Iraqi people, who are writing about what is going on.
And also, Salam has been posting. He's alive. *Does dance*
:: Mars 11:45 AM [+] ::
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Infedality
Blogger, I know we've been together for a really long time. You were my first blog! I love you. But there's something that I need to tell you. I have...another blog.
Now, don't worry, this doesn't mean that I'm leaving you. I've had this other blog for quite a long time. I just thought that you should know. Guilt has been tearing me up inside.
This does not mean, however, that I shall stop using this other blog. You both have your good points, and your bad points. Maybe you should go talk with eachother, and work something out.
It's right here.
:: Mars 11:39 AM [+] ::
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I'm worried about Salam. He hasn't posted in a week.
But Riverbend would have said if anything bad happened to him, right? Right?


:: Mars 1:11 PM [+] ::
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So, I added some new stuff in the links section. "Baghdad Burning" is a blog run by an Iraqi woman opperating under the name of Riverbend. It has been put in under the "You Musts To" section. You need to read it. More than you need to read Fallen, more than than you need to read Where is Raed, even. She updates daily. She's smart. I wish I knew her.
Damn damn damn, this stuff is so hard.
I mean, I read these people's blogs, journals, whatever. And I start to care about them. I start to feel for them, and worry about them. G. got taken by the American soldiers. People are getting in such deep shit in that country. Damn. Fuck. Shit. No articulation I can think of works enough to show how I feel about this all.
Also, a comic called "Mall Monkeys" is in under the Reading List section. Balance has been achieved. Merry Christmas.
:: Mars 11:29 PM [+] ::
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Doop de doop doop.
Meep.
Beep.
Bweeeee...
The extras on the Two Towers DVD were dumb.
I like monkeys.
Nothing is happening.
Kt liked her presents.
Monkey chocolate.
I cease this now.
:: Mars 11:13 PM [+] ::
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You are....

Barbossa's apple fetish. You reeeeallly like
apples, and who can blame you?? I mean,
seriously, ten years, thinking about one fruit.
Well, it's either dedication or insanity. You
get all tingly, thinking about apples, doncha?
They sure are good, man, I wish I had one right
now.... We'll be hopin' for the best.


Which Pirates of the Caribbean Character's Unhealthy Fetish are YOU?
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Erm...I need to see this movie. But I do like Apples...Only I rather fancy Grapes a bit more. And Berries. Hn. Fruit's fruit, though...
I love Fallen. I am shamelessly plugging here, because I got this from Aido's webby pagie...And I really need to stalk this person. Now.
:: Mars 2:51 AM [+] ::
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Anddd.....Blogger Hates me. There are two Aug. 27, for no apparent reason. Other than that Blogger is secretly trying to kill me. Secretly, though, so Shhhhh...
:: Mars 2:16 AM [+] ::
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At Ryann's, At Ryann's, I watched of the Two Towers.
It was good, in that the acting was wondersiful (Though I see not why these people drool on this "Orlando Bloom" fellow. Bleh. He is not so pretty.), and I lasped into squidges of joy when Gandalf came back. Squidges, you hear me! Gods, I love Gandalf. I do. I do.
And I'm really, really starting to hate Arwen. Icky, icky, she's not supposed to be in there, there is not supposed to be of the icky nasty dreamses, and there is not supposed to be this "Aragorn falls off a cliff and doesn't die" trash. And None Of The Making Eyes With Eowen. None of it!!! Arrr Arr Arrr. Dumb Americans, can't sit through a movie without someones swapping spit. Ewwwwwww....
But there was Gollum/Smeagol! And he was fuzzy(In a hairless way. ~_^)! I loves him and I wants to give him...love...Yeshes my precious...
Also, there was Ryan with one N there. He is She-Ryann's friend. He is a dancer, and he played a funny Bush tape of which I wants some. Hn. I liked him. He almost got his toe eaten by the fan. But he knew that the fan was there. Unlike how Margo or Ryann would have know that the fan was there.
Enough babble for tonight.
And now to bed! And now to bed!
Or to sit on the computer for a few more hours...
:: Mars 2:02 AM [+] ::
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Fallen has lots of artwork up now. I demand that you go look at it. And read the comic, if you haven't already. Bejesus! How do you live with out web comic?!?
:: Mars 1:54 AM [+] ::
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Larksie, I've decided to think that you are stalking me. That I have. 0_o
:: Mars 1:48 AM [+] ::
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PETA Members, Militant Vegans, Rednecks
Circle I Limbo

People who write bad romance novels, People who read bad romance novels
Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind

Racists, Fem-Nazis
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow

Lawyers
Circle IV Rolling Weights

Politicians
Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled

River Styx

Qusay Hussein, Uday Hussein, George Bush
Circle VI Buried for Eternity

River Phlegyas

Osama bin Laden
Circle VII Burning Sands

Saddam Hussein
Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement

Corporate Heads, Barney
Circle IX Frozen in Ice

Design your own hell

Bwah! Hahahahaha!!
If only it'd let me pick the punishments, too. :(
:: Mars 2:22 PM [+] ::
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Vrede
Paix
Frieden
Ειρήνη
Pace
Paz
Мир
Shanti
Pakoj
Mír
Fred
Rahu
Vaikus
Solh
:: Mars 8:02 PM [+] ::
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Not a part of the Paper Journal, but never the less important for character developement:
We got caught in a traffic jam on the way back down. I had my white board thingy with me and wrote Having Fun? on it. I had my window rolled down, and was holding up my sign and waving to people. So much fun. People were waving and giving thumbs up and I had a Random Conversation with a trucker type person. I love people.
:: Mars 2:42 AM [+] ::
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You thought you were safe, but in fact, there is still more Paper Journal:
8/23 Sometime after 1 AM for sure, STILL FRIDAY
Rented rotten movie from the library. It was Hugh Grant, so my mum thought it would be good. (And her other motives were later reveiled papa ~_^) Mum was wrong.
Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadddd Movie. It was too long on fast forward. However...
Pere narrated the fast-forwarded version. Oi gods, the laughter. I love my dad.
Pere: Old Girl Friend, New Girl Friend, Wife.

Hey, I'm Persons Name.
Well, I'm Oliver Reed. Let's see who can over act more.
I can.
Why?
I'm the King, that's why.

I'm a widow.
So am I.
Let's go to a party.
Okay.

I'm a widow.
I'm your servent.
I love you.
*Leaves room*

And, in the end, mon pere dit: Well, that was a thoroughly bad movie. And you (Directed at Mum) didn't even get to see Hugh Grant's ass, he was wearing so many clothes.
Scandal!!
:: Mars 2:39 AM [+] ::
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Trip Quotes(Plus one from the last week end up with Ryann)

Mars:(From the porch, looking out around the side of the house to the lake) Are those fireflies or shooting stars on crack?!?

Petit: Why did you want a picture of me?
Mars: Because you are my Squishy!!......And also for evil voodoo purposes.

Ryann: Margo, your attempt at being a Hobbitsie has failed.
Mars: No! For Hobbitsies would not have something so evil as gravel!!

The question is, what have you got in your pocketsies?

My mother only snores when she's in the same room as my father.

Mars' Father: Right. You're flailing about, gasping for air, and your only hope for survival is the Human Rock. *Snort*

Mars: (Running through the house after Petit) Squishes and squashes my precious!!
Petit: (Hides behind Maman)
Maman: (Grin)
Mars: (Shaking fist) It's stolen our precious! We hates it forever!!

Mars: (Is being made choose between sitting on the comfy couch reading Lord of the Rings or going out swimming with Petit.) Splishes and splashes? My presioussssss...(Strokes book)

Mars and Petit: (Staring at the milk section at Grocery Store)
Milk Section: MoooMooo...
Mars and Petit: (Bow in worship)

Mars: (Upon recieving 8 jars of raspberry jam with seeds in.) My precious.

Mars: (Chasing Petit through out the Grocery Store) Squishes and Squashes my precious!!

Maman: (Upon returning home from the Grocery Store, steals one of Mars' croissants.)
Mars: Stealses my precious! Hates it forever, nasty Robertses!!
:: Mars 2:30 AM [+] ::
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More Paper Journal:
8/22 Ruffley 12:33 STILL THUR
Stars are all spotted out before me, like a crazed connect-the-dots. Random spots of light morph into a duckling, which morphs into a frilled baby dragon pushing through it's shell. Like clouds only without the wind. Or maybe...
I tried to take a picture but the camera left out too many to be worth it.
Remember:
Finish Break Dancing
Switch?
Write Switch
Out my window the moon is waning...
:: Mars 2:16 AM [+] ::
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Paper Journal:
Aug 3, 12:33, STILL SATURDAY
Rrrrr...Blogger hates me, it does. Il ne marche pas. I do an anger dance at it.
Autre way, SHAY PARTY!! Fun fun fun, I didn't fall over. I's proud of myself.
Of course, Shay was all crazy-demon-monkey style on the skates. She always is.
Eeee!! There was a little fuzzy there, and I claimed his head. It was fuzzy. Yesh...
There was this guy there who was skating like he was dancing. We almost ran over each other. Meep.
Met some Shay-people...Makes me want to go to Shabazz, damn my parents and my AP French. But truth, I do like it in East. I think I've got enough callus for now, as far as people in general are concerned.
So I shall sleep with the Monkeys.
Hn. This means that the Shay-penguin is now a year older. Hn Hn Hn...I keep forgetting that we're not the same age, as I'm pretty sure that I've stopped aging...mentally at least. Scarey thought, perchance, though I'm glad it didn't happen in the Teen Age Depression stage. That would have been nasty.
Remember: Rollerskates as trans.
Lan?
Find postcard
Jigs


:: Mars 2:10 AM [+] ::
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Mars hast returned.
Yayness!!
There was a letter from Shay waiting when I got back home. *Does letter-from-Shay dance*
I shall be sending a post card to her house. Because I'm crazy like that. :3
Either way...*Grabs paper journal*
:: Mars 1:48 AM [+] ::
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Doop de doop doop.
I'm up at our cottage.
The local library has an Internet connection. Yay! *Dances*
This is a very confusing keyboard. It's got a backspace key where half the space bar ought to be. It's throwing my typing skills off.
Either-how, lots of quotes from my paper journal when I get back. Including Shay's birthday party dealie. Yay!
:: Mars 11:46 AM [+] ::
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Alright. I'm tired, and I've been deliberating posting somethings here for weeks, 'cause I knew I had to post them. This makes no sense. I know it doesn't. But now I'm pissed, tired, and robbed of my emotional outlet.
You know the Deviantart site, the one where I get pretty much all the fuel for my quote site from? Well, guess what.
They completely revamped it, and now THERE ARE NO SIGNATURES!!!
Spyed, one of the staff people, said that they were only gone for a bit and will be back soon, so I'm not as crazily pissed as I was before, but I still am angry about other things. Though hearing that seemed to make everything better.
:: Mars 3:56 AM [+] ::
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Alright. I'm filled with lazy sleepiness, but I must say. Today was one of the best days...I've had in a while. Or at least one of the more interesting.

Angela woke up early and was with me at the 10 o'clock class for the last day of Driver's Ed. That was kewl, and fun, 'cause I like talking to her.
Then I came home, vegged and called Gail. We went downtown and went to this place where we got macaroni and cheese pizza, which was really, really good. And then we bummed a bit, I got some new pins and a book, and she got a kimono. A sparkley one. I think we need to start a kimono cult. Then we went to the library and I ODed on books, which is always fun. I want more! And more and more and more!!
Went I was loaded with books we went to find the bus, and there was this weird stuff going on 'cause of Concert on the Square, so we had to find these hidden bus stop places, which resulted in much confusion as neither of us can remember directions good, even for two minutes. The one we did find was appartently filled with buses going the wrong way (South Transfer Point), but a driver gave us directions to a bus stop going the right way. We got there and waited and waited and lo and behold, when a suitable bus finally comes, guess who's on it? Gekka. Gods, I haven't seen her in a year, maybe. That was good. She's gonna e-mail me soon, so Yay! I missed her.
I get back home and Ryann calls, so we're going to go swimming at her house, right? Well, I get there and we're just going to get into the pool when over in the next yard someone calls to us. Nick, Tatianna, Amber, and A-guy-who-may-be-called-Westly were lined up on the fence.
Basically, I've seen nearly everyone I know today, from all the different groups...I kept on waiting for all the Play people to parachute down (Though thinking back, I saw Malcom and Elly walking State Street, and also Andy and This-One-Molly-Person, who was a senior when I was a freshman and played Scout in To Kill a Mockingbird.), and for Shay, Ti, and Larkin to show up in a hot air balloon.
Whee, this is long.
:: Mars 2:19 AM [+] ::
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Herm...I needs must mention this, I was going to last night but then I was vaguelly disturbed by the change of scenery and did not.

I went to Ryann's cottage for the past...some...days. Twas fun, twas fun, swimming in gigaintic, clean lake and washing with appley shampooness of good smelling. Also digging for bones on where her cottage will be, very good that we found none, I do not like the idea of waking up people/things.

Rrrr...Driver's Ed makes me illiterate, I swear.
:: Mars 1:00 PM [+] ::
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Fallen linkie should work now. *Shakes fist at three small letters* Go read it in it's crazed glory!!

Also, ph3ar the power of my petite dragon. (It is the same word in French. Exactly! Perchance the French have not the word, but that would be sad! Sad and impossible!!)
:: Mars 12:55 PM [+] ::
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Rrrrr...I do not like this funny gray blogger. I thwap it with sticks.
:: Mars 3:29 AM [+] ::
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Rrrrrr...blog is doing icky things again. Change back! I command thee!!
:: Mars 3:02 AM [+] ::
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You are Mars. Darn those demon monkeys! Theyve
stolen youre cheese! Very much a pack animal,
however you dont like the fact, you like being
around people. You enjoy acting and reading.
Glomping people in one of youre specialties.
You are funny and are usually the one to make
people laugh. Just dont let anyone give you any
sugar, for our sake, cause you get even more
hyper than, oh, say, Shay. Good for you, now
let go of my foot.


Are you like me? Or one of my friends?
brought to you by Quizilla

Yay! I'm me!!
:: Mars 3:36 AM [+] ::
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I changed the layout...it only took me maybe an hour...I'm disfuntional...
:: Mars 1:47 PM [+] ::
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Also...At work yesterday it was very happy. There were lots of people, which was annoying kinda, but they tipped good. Plus, there was this whole group of gay guys and they were kissing in line. This made me happy. I served one of them and gave them extra food.
:: Mars 11:47 PM [+] ::
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Allered au the Faire avec Shay today. Twas fun. There were no monkeys, but there were fluffly fluffy bunnies. This one bunny, he was all fluff! I swear!! All fluff and a little bitty nose. There was also a donkey and a llama obstical course. There were swingies, which were fun, and the evil fireball ride of doom, which Shay enhanced with her evil demon monkey powers. It put my stomach in my liver, that it did. And also the fun house. Which was fun till the mean man yelled at us to leave. Meanie. We stuck cotton candy on ourselves and got a picture and got flowers painted on our nails 'cause the dude didn't know how to do a dragonfly for Shay, even though the ones he rubbed off looked pretty good to me.
There were animals that we got to hold. Floofy cuddley bunnies and a duck that tried to eat me and a chick that was wanting to go on grand adventures.
Hmmm...I go to write now. That I do.
:: Mars 11:39 PM [+] ::
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Does it scare you like it scares me?
:: Mars 4:09 PM [+] ::
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I wrote a poem about plums. Go me.
:: Mars 2:56 AM [+] ::
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I'm gathering quotes and reading some old comments and once again I love people. I love them 'cause I do and they make such beautiful things. All things have the possibility for beauty, even if they're just crazy orange blurbs or the best bloody words in the world or even cheesey goth poetry. There's beauty in everything. You've just gotta look.
:: Mars 2:53 AM [+] ::
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How was Hamlet Ryann?
:: Mars 1:21 AM [+] ::
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Hee...went to Borders yesterday and now I have a bunch of new books. Errr...three. Apparently I've already read one of them...Bugger Terry Pratchet and his writing-of-too-many-books-for-Mars-to-keep-track-of. Oh well. And I finished one already. You all are to read Artimus Fowl, as it is tastey. So now I've only got one left, but it's Ender so I'm happy. Or rather, it's Bean, not Ender. 'Cause Ender's in space and stuff. But Bean is almost better. 'Cept he's going to die. Stupid scientists. Rrrrrrr...
And I have to finish reading the Silmarillion. Which is quite good once you get past the first few pages with the singing bits.
:: Mars 1:05 AM [+] ::
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Oi....Boss lady give me dollar extra of tips 'cause I work harder. That's kewl. I guess...
:: Mars 12:58 AM [+] ::
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Fun fun fun...I think my foot is still hurt from landing wrong off the trampoline. It's always pesking after work...I start limping while serving people their meat product. Poor people, no speedy meat product...
Biting it off wouldn't help, would it?
:: Mars 12:51 AM [+] ::
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I'm worried about Tatianna. For the upteenbillionth time.
:: Mars 2:43 AM [+] ::
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Work makes me feel sick. Icky and like my hair is greasy and I need to take a shower.
Any one want to join me?
I'm going to kill the people there one of these days, I swear...
:: Mars 2:41 AM [+] ::
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Saw Shay's drama camp performance. Was very happy.
*Bows before the great Ramma*

:: Mars 2:39 AM [+] ::
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For some reason it is posting two July 8ths...one before July 7th and one after.
The world has indeed gone topsy turvey.
Mars found signs for her project.
And is writing stuff again. Yay!!
:: Mars 2:26 AM [+] ::
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And once again Mars' blog is...busted...xX

:: Mars 2:23 AM [+] ::
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Oi...had something of substance to say, I swear. Ryann was severly hurt by the lack of the drama baby.
Mars yelled at a newspaper today.
Mars is going to go get the Plastic Castles CD tomorrow when her brother gets Box of No More Go Outsidey Doom (Xbox)
Mars should do her Driver Ed project soon. Now.
Ryann said that all you have to do is skim the chapter and not pay attention in class. Read.
Ryann also said that they never explain exactly which pedal your supposed to push to make the car start. You get to learn that while they put you in a car out on the road. Nobody go driving for the next three weeks, okay?
Also, Ryann said this. "I don't like the real world. I refuse to live in it! I'm moving to Canada!"
It will be going on the site, that it will.
:: Mars 12:12 AM [+] ::
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Driver's Ed today for the first time. BLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHH...
Arrrrr. Apparently, according to the new rule jiggers they have, the only reason I was thinking this driver's liscience thing might be good for (Besides scarying the crap outta people and not being left outside drama for two hours), is illegal. Apparently, while you're under 18, you're not allowed to drive from midnight to five. I hate with a hate that is more than a hate, that I do.

I was bored out of my mind so I wrote a bunch of notes down in my notebook...Yayness:

Hyper Hyper Hyper Hyper Hyper Hyper Hyper Hyper
{Mars had a big thing of Coke and then teacher gave us candy. ^^}

Too much caffine makes reality go away!
{It's true! It still hasn't fully returned.}

It's a SHE-ECKLE!!!!
{Teacher lady is all "I'm a trumpet player. Any one who's in a band can tell you trumpet players are...
Mars: Obnoctious!(Hears this every week from Dr. Eckle)
Teacher lady: Who said that. She is impressed by my psychic skill.}

Triskadecaphobia! No number thirteen!!
{Handing out books, goes from 12 for the girl next to me to 14 for me.}

:Vampire Face: I want sleep!
{Caffine makes me attached to exclaimation marks.}

:Fancy writing: SLEEP!!

:Still fancy writing: BANANA!

My brain aches witha n ache that is more than an ache.
{Caffine headache.}

Je voudrais un singe
un singe!
Je je je je voudrais un singe.
Aussi!
Je voudrais dormir
dormir!
Je vou-vou-vou-vou-voudrais dormir.
{French camp songs. Oh, what caffine does to the returning addict.}

Ahhh....with a student.
{Teacher lady reveals that she has only had minor accidents while working with the students. Mars suspects.}

Sleepy sleepy sleepy
{Driver's ed is really a cruel thing to do to a person in the morning.}

Mmm...fuzzy brain.
{Caffine is causing...pain? That is not good.}

Oi. I forgot to put "duct tape" under intrests.
{We had to fill out those card things. You know.}

Sleep! Why must it be so elusive?
{Yeah...sleep at night good.}

Looks like there's six lakes.
{Mars is attending Four Lakes driving school. There is a map on the wall. There are six big blue blotches on the map.}

Hmm...Did I black out for the break? Am I being possessed by Lord Voldemort? :O Horrors.
{The teacher said something about a break half an hour ago. At this time we had maybe 20 minutes left in class.}

Rrarr! What has it got in it's pocketsies?
{Randomness.}

They want to kill trees!
{We're going over packet thingy and teacher lady says "I don't know why they put this page in, I told them I didn't need it." But Mars knows. Oh yes she does.}

Jingle bells
Jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is too ride
In a one-horse open sleigh
HEY!
{Finally got that break.}

Hmmm...Shay...
{Teacher lady says something about a student who'd been home schooled and didn't feel comfortable asking questions in class 'cause they didn't like large groups of people. I amidiately thought of Shay.}

Doicha.
{Teacher lady says: As we are covering two chapters in the lesson day 10, we will be having two tests the following day. *Glares at people in class* Please tell me you didn't need that expained to you.}

What the hell is the bloody project!?!!?
{Teacher lady says: There is a project due tomorrow, and then moves on to other subjects.}

BLOODY HELL!
{Mars response to learning that two of the projects will be group projects.}

I'm not planning on remaining a US driver.
{Teacher lady says that for unknown sign project, please bring in a sign that is for the US, as those will be the ones we'll be encountering.}

OVER! Cease and desist already!
{Class was supposed to end ten minutes ago.}
:: Mars 6:50 PM [+] ::
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Japanese Invisability Cloak...
:: Mars 12:35 AM [+] ::
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Crap.
I was just looking at some people's journals. Lizzie's.
And...
Ms. A had a miscarraige.
No drama baby.
We're supposed to pass it around, 'cause she doesn't want to have to tell us all.
So...
Shay...
No drama baby.
*Goes off to a corner to go stare at the wall*
:: Mars 12:21 AM [+] ::
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How to Get to Work Quick
So, I left the house ten minutes late, yet I arrived at work four minutes early. What's my secret?
You takes your cd player, stick in The Lord of the Rings CD, put on track 3, hit repeat, mount your bike and then think:
Nazgul.
Now all I need to do is think of some way to put it in a bottle and sell it.
:: Mars 12:09 AM [+] ::
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This thing does't seem to be working.
:: Mars 3:39 PM [+] ::
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Heh...been fooling around with some stuff, keeping myself occupied and such...
Google fight^^
And the reasults for "Sleep" vs "Caffine" are:
Sleep with 12,900,000 results and
Caffine with 21,100 results.
So sleep wins. Eheh.
:: Mars 5:50 PM [+] ::
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I didn't go crazy during the night...but I had to get off the computer a lot earlier than usual and go to my room 'cause I couldn't help but thinking, in my backbrain, about the fact that no one else was here...
:: Mars 2:45 PM [+] ::
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Hmmm...I was gonna go change the template on this...but they've really cut down on the available options. I hope that it's just temporary...Most of the stuff they're offering now is all white *Shudder*...
:: Mars 2:42 PM [+] ::
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Bleh. The cooker at work has no love. My right arm now looks as though I am a suicidal person who either has bad aim or does not grasp basic anatomy.
Though they're not half as bad as Leslies.
But they hurt like hell when they get near anything hot.
Which makes work very painful.
:: Mars 2:00 AM [+] ::
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Hn. I'm making a web site. Real one. Tis harder than I thought, yet at the same time, easier. I dunno. xX
Either way, aller:
http://quothament.tripod.com
:: Mars 12:29 AM [+] ::
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Well...this new version deally is odd...I think I liked the old one better...but anyway...

Rhythm and Booms is tomorrow. ^^
I urge everybody who doesn't have set plans to sneak into the baseball game (After the 7th/8th inning, no one cares.) 'Cause they let people sit on the outfield to watch the fireworks. It's fun. Not crowded at all, you can see really good, and...The grass is nifty^^
Just don't drive 'cause you won't be able to leave till 11:30 then.
Also...

My dad and brother are going to Iowa. I'm staying here 'cause I promised Gail
we'd go to see the new Broomstreet play Sunday, which is the day of my father/brother's leaving. So I get to be home alone for two days. Scariness. Twill be fun though. I think...

:: Mars 12:28 AM [+] ::
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RRRRRRRRRR...
I'm going to kill people at my work.
Okay, just one person.
But she deserves it.
She almost made a lady cry today. She took her order and then turned around and said "Why is that fat bitch back here again?" She was maybe five feet from the woman.
I will shoot this girl. She's always saying things like that, bad talking about costumers. Not even bothering to whisper. It's not like people have ears or something. Idiot.
She's lazy too. She'll take people's orders and then make other people grab their food for her because she "doesn't feel like puting on gloves." I mean, it's not as though people go to their job to work, is it?
And she's also one of those annoying black people who will accuse you of being racist everytime you tell them anything negative.
Today she said "I basically hate everyone who isn't like me." She was joking, but it's pretty much the truth.

They did that thing today, her and her friends. Where one person calls something gay and then there's this sort of talk that isn't pointedly bashing but is close enough to sting if you're the part of the party in question. (Like questions in middle school, where you know their making fun of you but you can't do anything about 'cause outside of direct context it isn't mean) And I wanted to get up and yell at them or storm off or something, blow up at them for being so...idiotic. If I'd of said nigger or something like that, they would have known exactly what to yell at me and everyone would be behind them because it is obviously something that is wrong. But...calling something gay, half-disaproving of the whole thing, it's something everyone does. And it's just a word. Why should I spazz out? It's something every one does. Dammit. It's like being back in the 1950's.

I wish now that I'd gotten up and cursed at them and...something...But...It's a losing battle. It's something everyone does. Losing fucking battle that fighting doesn't fucking help. But how does staying quiet help either? I just wish I knew the words.

"Well, what's the usual way?"
"That's just it. There is no usual way because what we're doing isn't usual. Where would you go to...to inspect the models? You ever hear of a book about two gay men in love? A movie?"
~Ethan Mordden How Long Has This Been Going On?(Mars' current book)

Of course, then there's the part of me that thinks that I wouldn't be so sensitive to all of this if it weren't for the book that I'm reading now.
And then the part that thinks that this is all silly and I'm being a drama queen or something. The part that would be mad if I had yelled and is happy that I didn't. Discression is the better part of valor.
Which I keep on interpretting as shut up so you don't mess up.
But it hurts something to hear that.
It really does.
:: Mars 8:41 PM [+] ::
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Grr...I found a site for banned books...it has link to the arguement for banning the books and...Some people just make me so mad, you know? It's just...Stupid stupid stupid stupid people. Dammit.
:: Mars 3:50 AM [+] ::
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Bwah-hahahaha! I have met of the Larkin...Is very dragony, that she is^^

:: Mars 2:20 AM [+] ::
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http://mars-like.deviantart.com
Phear my power...
:: Mars 3:41 AM [+] ::
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So, biking home at 11 pm from work. I smelt of sweat (From working and the grill), smoke (The grill), and alcohol (From picking up the park). Basically, like a bar, but I find the smell kinda comforting for some odd reason. Heh. No cop that pulled me over (Though why would they pull me over, I'm on a bike) would have believed that I was sober. It's a good thing that I'm not like some kids I know...I found at least two cups briming full with beer. And two open sodas and all this shit that makes me realize how wasteful humans are.
Tonight was beautiful. Friday the 13th with a full red moon. Beautiful indeed. There was a band playing after the game, West Side Andy, and it was really good, old rock and blues and stuff with harmonicas. So much fun. I stayed as long as I could to listen. When I finally left, I could still hear the music maybe a half mile out of the park. I was more than half way home, any way. And then I couldn't hear it any more and the crickets and peepers were really loud. There was no noticable transition. It was perfect.
And so I was walking up hills with my mother's anchient bike from the 60's that doesn't like gravity at all, replanning the world. It was a perfect night.
But when I got home. Well. Things started bad. Technology, for all it's good, can be poisonous. Dammit, ne?
:: Mars 1:37 AM [+] ::
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Oi Ti...I kinda have work...but I can prolly get off. I'll have to get a thingy in soon though. Yeah.
:: Mars 1:29 AM [+] ::
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Oh...
You have been reading these, right?
'Cause how else would you know what's really going on(In Iraq)...
...Other than the BBC, of course...
Salam Pax...Where is Raed?...http://dear_raed.blogspot.com
G....http://geeinbaghdad.blogspot.com...
Les vrais, non?
:: Mars 1:06 AM [+] ::
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Heh. Just got home from work.
There was this little gaggle of girls admiring my hair as I served them hot dogs and lemonade. One said that she had always wanted to dye her hair that color.
Later they came back for more and they all had these bright hair thingies (Fake hair braid in jiggers...you know what I'm talking about.) and the one girl had a purple one. She was all, And now we match^_^.
They said that some kids had laughed at them, but they'd just stuck out their tongues. I gave them free cracker jacks^^...
Work is making me feel better.
I guess I just needed to be around people.
That whole exploding rats thing, savez vous?
:: Mars 11:48 PM [+] ::
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It just never seemed real to me before, you know?
I mean even with all the people and all the talk about past longing and present longing and even my own feelings...Everyone was still there the next morning.
But two years is a fucking long time.
Too long, coupled with that last note.
Too fucking long.
It just never seemed real before.
But now...
It's like finding a body in the middle of the stage. A body with slit wrists. And a knife.
And in theater on the stage in a place where I've never felt anything but at home in.
It's scary.
It's shattering.
I lost the peace that I had found.
I'm tired in a way that doesn't make sense.
I hurt; my scars aren't aching but my arm burns.
:: Mars 2:41 AM [+] ::
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What am I talking about. Ryann's right next door.
I'm having self-esteem issues again.
:: Mars 2:35 AM [+] ::
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I guess I just got too used to having people around. I feel...ick. Like a head ache that won't go away. I want to read a new book the way other people want a cigarette or cocaine. I want to contact something that isn't a computer or a telephone.
Damn being a pack animal.
Damn school for making me social.
Damn everyone for living so far away.
Damn all these people who've been so suicidal lately.
Didn't know it was contageous, did I?
:: Mars 2:33 AM [+] ::
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Finals ont fini!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Dances* And....today was a good day. I woke up thinking that...Nifty, non?
:: Mars 8:52 PM [+] ::
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So I lied...heh..
Yesterday in Chem class we had to take a survey thingy...
It was filled out on a scantron.
We needed to state our sex.
"This test says my gender is false!"~Beau
:: Mars 2:53 AM [+] ::
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I'm back from camping. More tomorrow. Now I sleep.............


I am a giant mutant kitten. Not strange at all.

:: Mars 11:24 PM [+] ::
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Gwar. Our internet hasn't been working for ages. RRrrr...
All my teachers are like "Hmm, it's the last 15 days of school, lets do something hard for a change."
My Geometry final is tomorrow.
We're doing crazy shit in chemistry.
We're going to start reading The Odyssey in English.
We've got a large project due in French. And a large test. And another Large Project.
There's nothing doing in History *relief* But really, there's never doing in History.
Gym. Tennis. Idiocy. Need I say may.
Band concert Monday. Then we start comencement music. I'm so looking forward to sitting in a hot arena and playing ten measures of Pomp and Circumstance for 40 minutes.
I'm bitchy, ne?
:: Mars 9:29 PM [+] ::
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Today in History class we were talking about the French Revolution and the Tennis Court people who wrote the constitution of France and how they made it illegal for themselves to be elected into the new goverment. So's not to abuse the power of their present popularity. Then Dylan started going off about Ronald Reagan. My history teacher cuts him off saying:
"You're talking about America. We're talking about people who have ideals."
Gods, that was the funniest thing.
:: Mars 8:07 PM [+] ::
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Saw the happiest thing in school today. I was going to meet Tatianna for lunch and I walked past a guy. He was making Ramen noodles in the bubbler!!!!!!!!!!! I wanted to jump on him or something 'cause that's just so happy, but I didn't 'cause that'd prolly scare 'im... :}
:: Mars 8:05 PM [+] ::
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Conscious self	Overall self

Take Free Enneagram Test

:: Mars 12:07 AM [+] ::
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So my dad was driving us (Manuella and Ryann and me; we all live in the same neighborhood) home from play. And we were driving down the street that you have to go down to get to Manuella's street and there was this white SUV driving behind us. It turned when we turned, so we joked that it was stalking us. When we pulled into Manuella's driveway, the car pulled into the one next to it. Then we left to go to Ryann's. But when we looked back, there it was again behind us, same car! So we pull into Ryann's drive way, and it stops in the street right behind us!!!!!!! When we pulled out, I saw into the car and it was an old bald guy with a big scragly beard. We figured it was following us, so we drove close to our house and than randomly pulled up on the side of the road. The car overshot us and then pulled up right in front of us and we went off backwards and drove around the neighborhood once...(My house is by the only way out of our neighborhood.) Then we went back home and the car was gone. So we went inside and my dad called the police...
:: Mars 11:39 PM [+] ::
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Here's my day:
12:00--Get off computer. Go over to couch to do Geometry
12:01--Asleep
3:something--Wake up. Write two lines of Geometry, realize need calculator. Close eyes to pool energy for telekinetic summoning. Fall asleep.
6:30--Catch bus. Do Geometry
7:00--At school. Do Geometry
Geometry--Do Chemistry
Gym and Silent Reading--Do Chemistry
Chemistry--Finish Chemistry
Lunch--Read History
History--Read English
English--Do French
Band--Finesse French
French--Sleep

For tomorrow's scedule...copy and paste...
:: Mars 11:18 PM [+] ::
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Note written on hand in French today:
Damn. I think we
fucked up. We did,
Shit. I HATE
THIS CLASS

Why is it that no matter how hard I try I always mess shit up? Why can't I just get things right? Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck.
:: Mars 4:10 PM [+] ::
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Some days, I really love people...I went out word collecting at DeviantART today. Found some of the most beautiful, pretty little things. Funny, sad, serious, insane. I commented on this one guys poem, and apparently he was online and commented on some of my stuff too. And the things he said were exactly the things I wanted to hear about those peices, the things that I wanted to make people feel and see. God, I feel great.

:: Mars 12:23 AM [+] ::
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take the death quiz.


and go to mewing.net. laura = great.

Indeed...
:: Mars 3:36 PM [+] ::
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take the taboo quiz.


and go to mewing.net. nothing is taboo there.

Heh heh heh...*Evil finger thrum*
:: Mars 3:28 PM [+] ::
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what's your battle cry? |
mewing.net | merchandise!

MMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
:: Mars 3:22 PM [+] ::
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I go hunting for words now...
:: Mars 6:00 AM [+] ::
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God I'm up late...
:: Mars 6:00 AM [+] ::
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Your creativty and craftsmenship doesn't come from
nowhere. You used to be an artisan in your past
life, painting murals, sculpting statues, and
crafting wood for more noble people.


Who were you in your past life?
brought to you by Quizilla
Mmmm...ArT...*Gnaws on a rich person's arm*...
:: Mars 6:00 AM [+] ::
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this is my way to live

What about yours?

made by rav-chan

Righto...My deciding factor seems to be the "perfect boyfriend" one, and they don't have an "I don't care" "Non-existant" or "I like girls" opptions...this is sad...
:: Mars 5:56 AM [+] ::
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this is my way to live

What about yours?
made by rav-chan

Umm...O...kay...
:: Mars 5:54 AM [+] ::
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But then on the ride home, we passed this trucker who had a light-up yellow cross stuck on the side mirror of his truck. It made me happy for some wierd reason. I guess 'cause it's nice to see that some people have faith in something. I dunno. Very reasuring in an odd way, though not really something I think I can share or make a connection with most of my friends about, 'cause they won't quite understand. It's odd how many of the people I know have something against Christianity.
:: Mars 12:39 AM [+] ::
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Went to a Brewer game today with my dad and brother and Rachel (brother's friend). We were sitting up in the swanky seats 'cause the tickets were given to my dad from a friend in the radio business, and they had all sorts of crazy food. Like chive and sour cream french fries and chicken burritoes and this scary mix of veggies and possibly meat slices in a glowly red orange tortia cup thingy. Not crap hot dogs and stale popcorn, which are the charms of ballpark dining. *Grumps*
:: Mars 12:35 AM [+] ::
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That is all I write now becuase I am a lazy monkey. I go to dance the dance of no longer being around 101 people. Band was in Florida for a compition, by the way. It was almost lots of fun. Theme parks are evil. Mickey Mouse is not your friend. He charges $2.50 for a bottle of water and the drinking fountain stuff tastes like chlorine.
:: Mars 7:37 PM [+] ::
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Travel Log
On the Bus; Synopsis of To There and Back Again
Oh, the things I've seen-
Waffle Houses: 50 bajillion. There was one every five feet, I swear
Waffle Steak: Only one. Thank Gawd. (It was a resturant name)
Cows: 1..2...3...4..5...12...18...147...Darn that herd instinct
Bus Drivers: 12
Bathroom Lines: Too Damn Many. *Does the I-Must-Pee dance*
Adam Sandler Movies: All 5 of them. No more boob jokes. No.Ickywrong. Beerbad.
Palm trees: Many. I can't tell if they're real or not.
Sleep: Pas...de...dormir...pour...moi...Je...ne...parle...pas...anglais...
McDonalds Interiors: Too many. I hate grease. They insult the sacred potato.
Monkeys: 3...They were sitting by the side of the road.\
Road Kill: None...surprisingly enough
Suspension Bridges: 5 *Sings* Dun-DUN- Da-du-dada...(One of our songs was George Washington Bridge...a musical impression of a bridge, ya sais?)

:: Mars 7:34 PM [+] ::
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'Ello...*brushes off cobwebs* I was in Florida. For band. It is good to be home. *Hugs cows* Here lies the accounts of my trip:
:: Mars 7:23 PM [+] ::
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Oh, by the way...Tatianna isn't dead...I'm just over reacting...again...
:: Mars 12:46 AM [+] ::
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You're too tired to be bothered with smiling,but
you're too nice to be really mean when people
are annoying you.You look tired,but you at
least try to seem happy.


What Kind of Smile are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
Eh...*Falls over* So true..
:: Mars 12:45 AM [+] ::
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Oh shit oh fuck we may have lost Tatianna. Gods. Goddammit. Amber just told that she hates her or at least that she doesn't love her anymore. And I didn't really see how close Tatianna thought they were till then. She used all this personal stuff when she was saying this "I don't love you" to Tatianna. And she was just...dead...today. I don't know what to do to make it better, or even if I can...But...I think she might do something bad. God...Fucking...Damn...It...
:: Mars 5:23 PM [+] ::
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It's snowing, lightninging, and hailing outside. Walking in from the bus my feet were slipping and crunching on hailstones. And it smelled like spring out. I love this weather!
:: Mars 4:30 PM [+] ::
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WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!! My story won SECOND PLACE in the school Short Story contest!!!!!!!!!! *Dances with joy and happyness* I got a check for $15 but I'm not sure if I wanna cash it 'cause its the first money I ever got for my writing...I may just frame it and oggle it...MWAH...
:: Mars 10:01 PM [+] ::
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You shouldn't be allowed into public- let alone the
workforce. You belong behind bars, chewing on
your own elbows and drinking cadmium for fun.


What is your ultimate job?
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MWAH! *Gnaws on Shay's arm for fun* I'sh mahken mohm'ries!!
:: Mars 9:50 PM [+] ::
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So I wrote this, and I'm wanting to do something with it, but I'm not sure what...ideas?

Sometimes, your heart just breaks, no reason needed. Shreds to a million pieces, makes you hurt so bad that you want to throw yourself off a cliff, and you don't know why. It hurts and you won't tell anyone, not a soul. So you sit and you write and you let it all out. But there are times when rhymes are not enough. Who knows what you'll do then; Get a new scar? Dance too close to the edge of the curb and get hit? Go out late to places where it’s not safe to be alone at anytime, get yourself a real reason to be depressed? Yeah, yeah, but tomorrow it'll blow away and all you'll have is an aching wrist or a strobing police light. Welcome to the American Teenage Theater. When the play is over, what do you do with the lines? Just remember folks, that in better or in worse, in sickness or in health: That this too shall pass.
:: Mars 8:33 PM [+] ::
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*Looks at picture* Oh mine gods...'Tis you Shay...uuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....
:: Mars 8:31 PM [+] ::
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Androgyne


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Ko, I know, but I had to...
:: Mars 11:35 PM [+] ::
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There was some stupid person screaming on the bus today. Every five minutes or so *Schreech*. I feel violent now. There were stupid people there too, laughing to loud and mimicing people. Meanly. I wanted to shoot them all so badly. Why? Why must people be so stupid and mean and ignorant and evil? Why won't they all just die?
:: Mars 4:31 PM [+] ::
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Ahh...Our computer hasn't been working well...*Shoots computer*...oh well. I feel off and odd today. We were presenting our progects for Julius Caesar in English today. My group rewrote Mark Antony's speach lazza different ways. I did angry, bitter and rabblerousing. Some one did it in Pig Latin. (Was supposed to do Latin...*Shakes fist*) Another person did it in ghetto/funny style(Oh so many references to "balls") Some else did it Yoda style. (With out Yoda voice. What was the point). The last person drew pictures for metaphors in the speach. (Stick figures. They were nice enough though.)
:: Mars 4:29 PM [+] ::
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*Sits in front of the TV with all the lights out, rocking back and forth* People are dying, people are dying, people are dying...
:: Mars 10:51 PM [+] ::
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It's war and I felt like crying inside all day. It's funny to feel so horribly depressed without wanting to hurt myself. I don't know how to deal with it...
I went out on a walk around my neighborhood tonight and sat on the swing set in the the park and swung for almost half an hour, thinking about all the kids who'll never be able to swing ever again. I swung as hard and as high as I could, thinking maybe if I could I'd swing myself through a door into another world and none of this would be happening.
You know how a lot of the pro-war people are Right-to-Lifers? I want to get a list of all the women in Baghdad who're pregnant, all the babies there who've just been born. I want to go up to them with it and have them tell me that they're necessary losses. Someone else should feel like they're dying inside too.
But I don't want it to be just numbers. I don't want it to be Pregnant Woman #513 that makes them think. I want it to be Fareeza Kaybit, newly married and three months pregnant with her first child. I want it to be Khaled Belshazzer, who walked his first step two weeks ago. I want it to be Ameen and Galeb and Hayat, month old triplets and the apple of their father's eye.

:: Mars 10:16 PM [+] ::
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Gwarr...Does school make any one else feel like killing themselves?...and lots of other people?...My ENGLISH teacher, whom I normally love, is springing projects on us randomly, and making us work in groups which we didn't get to pick ourselves, on a project that "has to be related to the play" (Only guideline) and also a reasearch topic, (same guideline) and I'm in a group of people who want to under achieve on a project on one of the few subjects I feel passionately about. (It's SHAKESPEARE, goddammit), I wanna be creative. I don't want to re-write the stupid thing in slang. I want to do Portia coming back from the dead and poisoning everybody in a fit of angered revenge at stupid Brutus. But no,(Insert overly mocking tone here) we're re-writing the stupid speach scene with modern slang. Fuckshitdamn. That's my least favorite scene. I want to shoot some one. NOW.

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Aheh-heh-heh-heh...you know what would be a good project? Suicide. Its related to the play. Yessss...related to a lot of Shakespeare plays...*Throws self off cliff* DIIIIEE!! DDDDIIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!
DDDDDDDDDDDDIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
:: Mars 4:45 PM [+] ::
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Hee...I's a-going to Courtney's party today...I'd be more nervous and shit if I weren't calmly tuning the unhappyness part of my brain out. *Tunes harder* Can do this, can do this...damn paranoia...
:: Mars 2:09 PM [+] ::
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You are mildly evil, also known as twisted. You're
brain needs a little more warping to be truely
evil, but you're well on the way and have the
potential to make an excellent
dictator/murderer/teacher.


How Evil Are You?
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Mwerp. Not much going on...so bored...meheheheheheh
:: Mars 6:42 PM [+] ::
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You are every goth-kids dream!


Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You?
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Umm...S'really pretty piccy, n'est pas?
:: Mars 3:03 PM [+] ::
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Grrrr...linkies box not working...*Pokes compu* WORK!!!!!!!!
:: Mars 11:33 PM [+] ::
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Because Mars likes quote gathering so much, she has created another blog for it...the link is in the linkies box, along with a link to a French-English dictoinary for Shay, si elle sais que je dis.
:: Mars 7:39 PM [+] ::
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Mars has been quote-gathering again...fear her evil power.
"What I have left behind I count now no loss; needless baggage on the road it has proved. Let those that cursed my name, curse me still, and whine their way back to the cages of the Valar! Let the ships burn!"
-Feanor


"Writing does not cause misery,
it is born of misery." - Montaigne

The difference between 'involvement' and 'commitment' is like an
eggs-and-ham breakfast: the chicken was 'involved' - the pig was
'committed'

"Evertime something good happens to me you say its some type of madness, or I'm drunk or i ate too much candy"

+when the day ball is in the blue thing, bread is witches+

whisper dreams to me
as i cradle you sleeping
vanishing nightmares

100,000 lemmings can't be wrong.

Once I kissed the eyes of death,
and they cried tears of life

Hope is the courage to hear the music of the future. Faith is the ability to dance to it in the present.

"If you're facing a cow and then you turn around, does the cow still exist?"

Someone once told me "Angels don't cry."
I must not be an angel.

"I don't think theres anything worse then being ordinary."

"Whatever floats your goat...."
"But my goat drowned!"
"Then that is bad."

Misery loves company. Wanna hang out?

:: Mars 1:05 AM [+] ::
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You know what's nice? Norse mythology. *Nodnod*
:: Mars 11:58 PM [+] ::
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It's been almost a month since I heard from Ti...does anyone know whats going on?
:: Mars 11:58 PM [+] ::
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YAYYY!!!!!!!!!!! Amber didn't get evicted!!!!!! Guess I spent all that time almost-crying and such for naught...YYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Was really worried for a moment there...*
:: Mars 11:57 PM [+] ::
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Grr...My favorite samurai died in the movie today...Rrrrrrrr
:: Mars 8:29 PM [+] ::
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Welp, I did go to the protest...But I'd been planning on it for monthes...and attending meetings during silent reading. It was happy and revolutionary feeling. We should run over the principal with a truck...
But walking out was coolish. SSOOOO many people were leaving. And then, as we walked...well, it was cool, there was chanting, and signs (I made one that said "DUCt TAPE 4 PEACE) and people honked at us as we walked (4 miles) and we cheered and made peace signs at them. Standing in the middle there were people as far behind and infront as I could see. There were people with drums. There were people singing. There was general rebelious merryment. It was tres cool. I loved it. *Dances* There were police blocking off road ways as we marched, so we wouldn't get hit by cars or get seporated waiting...Lots of fun.
There were speachs at the Bascom Hall/Hill place, and Maggie and Rachel (Of previous mentioning) got to make a speach!! It was pretty good too, considering they thought up what to say while they were walking... Their pictures are in today's paper!! Community section, front page, the two girls wearing black with blackish hair, standing behing the blonde kid.
:: Mars 8:28 PM [+] ::
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More quotelings...(Mars knows she should sleep, yet she does not):

Gemini: (May 21—June 21)
A bump in life's road causes you to lose control of life's car and spin out of control, careening off life's cliff and into life's rocky valley below, where the car bursts

On the eigth day, god created pants
And damn they were nice.

"There came a time when the risk to remain tight in a bud
was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."

Fighting for peace is like fucking for virginity.

"'I was talking about policing, not alcohol. There's lots of people will help you with the alcohol business, but there's no one out there arranging little meetings where you can stand up and say, "My name's Sam and I'm a really suspicious bastard."'

Sticks and stones may break my bones and so would an 80lb carrot.

Fear my fluffy blue justice!
:: Mars 12:43 AM [+] ::
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Hey, Shay, je t'aime...
:: Mars 11:59 PM [+] ::
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Random good quoties Mars found while web surfing today:

"All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I stand. Just one bad day." -The Killing Joke, Alan Moore

"Drink coffee; do stupid things faster with more energy."

"We call it 'the real world.' If it's real, than what are we, fake?" - Frank Miller

Is anyone else disturbed
By the way
That tomorrow never seems to come?
It's always just...today.
:: Mars 11:59 PM [+] ::
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Mars wants to go outside and walk around listening to music really loud on her headphones. But she has no clean clothes, no jacket, and needs to do laudry. Ah, what the hell...*Goes outside*
:: Mars 4:53 PM [+] ::
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Goddess of the Night. Beautiful yet a strange
darkness and sadness lurk about you.


What element would you rein over? (For Girls)
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O.o Umm...okay...*goes back to change answers* Pretty pic though...
:: Mars 6:46 PM [+] ::
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We're reading Julius Caesar in English class. *Dance of happyness* I love Shakespear. He is my god. I will make him an altar and dream up some weird pagan ritual for him. *Nodnod*...anywho:
Mars' Daily Shakespear quotes!-
"That you do love me, I am nothing jealous.
What you would work me to, I have some aim.
How I have thought of this and of these times
I shall recount later."
-Brutus, Act I Scene II

"What you have said
I will consider; what you have to say
I will with patience hear, and find a time
Both meet to hear and answer such high things.
Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this:
Brutus had rather be a villager
Than to repute himself a son of Rome
Under these hard conditions as this time
Is like to lay upon us."
-Brutus, Act I Scene II(...A few lines later...meh...)

:: Mars 1:03 AM [+] ::
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Went to Amber's today after school. We watched the Utena movie, she used me as a pillow and I used her as an armrest. Moments of complete contentment are precious few and far between, ne?
:: Mars 12:54 AM [+] ::
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Today at school: I witnessed something, made me feel like I was watching a book. Not 'cause it was extrordinary or magical or unbelievable. It was just...so...real. Like the world written in bold font or the shiny rainbow that reflects in a cd. There're these two girls, Rachel and Maggie, who I quasi know from this weekend and Walk Out meetings. Rachel told me that they were going out and all (I'd figured that...vibes...)(Her parents caught them kissing on her bed and freaked. *Thwaps all over-conservitive parents with her guitare*). But today, there was a walk out meeting, and apparently Rachel's teacher wouldn't let her leave the class. Maggie and Courtney went to fetch her and he wouldn't let her go. So we were sitting and wondering what to do, and then Rachel walked in hyperventilaty and kinda crying and stressed to the max. She'd walked out of her class, fuck the stupid teacher, fuck lock down and menacing grafitti. Maggie spent the rest of silent reading calming her down. But looking at them...it was like those parts in the books that you don't believe even though you hope against hell they actually happen, the love and the friendships where you can show everything and all. My words aren't doing it justice, but it's definatly one of those random memory bits that I'm going to have stored up for the rest of my life. Something to show the world or maybe myself, or maybe Ryann, that there is such a thing as, I dunno...Love's to generic a word, it gets used to much nowadays. Amour doesn't have the right taste to it, ai might be what I want but...How do you say despirit and happy and proud and scared and difiant and alive and together and bound and free and right and true and...all that at once? There. And the thing is, this is all someone else's experience.
:: Mars 12:52 AM [+] ::
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In other news...I believe Ti-chan actually is dead. *Pokes Ti-chan's body with a stick* Maybe I should go for an eye...?
:: Mars 12:32 AM [+] ::
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*Mars does the I-am-purple dance* HEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mes cheveaux est violet!! Je danse avec des singes! Mwah!!!!
:: Mars 12:31 AM [+] ::
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*pokes Ti-chan* You dead?
:: Mars 10:00 PM [+] ::
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Grr...had to recite a poem in French today...I spazzed myself into forgetting a bit of it...*Spooky inner monologue voice* Wait Mars, then why are you in play?...*Mars beats voice repeatedly with a pan* DIE EVIL DEMON CREATURE!!!!!!!!!!...Ummm...*Looks around at everyone*...*Blink*...*Grabs innocent trumpet player*

If get drunk I'll pass out on the floor now baby
And you won't bother me no more.
And if you're drinkin' than you know that your my friend and I'll say...
I think I'll have myself a beer.

Mwah! Hahahahahahaha!!
:: Mars 10:00 PM [+] ::
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Mars has had a really BuSy week...after-schooling stuff and tests and reports and GRR!!! So there's been no nettingness pour moi...But all is well...YeSs....
:: Mars 6:06 PM [+] ::
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I can understand wanting to feel depressed. Sometimes feeling depressed is nice(Go figure). It flushes all your emotions or something. Some days you just don't feel like being happy. But when you feel like that, you go off by yourself and figure it out. You don't jump other people(especially emotionally unstable ones like Amber) and force it down their throat. Amber says that its a test, that Johnny's trying to see who his true friends are. By. Threatening. Suicide. She says that she's done that before. Mine gods, how stupid can people get!?! Is that not the dumbest thing you've ever heard of?(Prolly it isn't. Still, c'est tres estupide, non?) Stupid stupid stupid. She's all worked up, (headache), and arrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!! It seems so selfish. Suicide in general does, and this especially. It's like the bomb threats at school. If someone really wanted to blow up the school, they wouldn't leave a note. Grr...Angry Mars...*Stomps off to complete geometry*
:: Mars 11:33 PM [+] ::
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See, Johnny is all suicidal (By the way...nobody give the addy to this blog to Tatianna or any-like-such people please...I'm growling about stuff I'm not supposed to know 'cause Amber "didn't tell me." Yeah)...And he says Amber is the only person who can help him and then starts speaking in riddles and hiakus about foxes and gingerbread men and catching. Of course, Amber is blaming herself. And if he actually does do it, she'll never get over it, 'cause thats just how she is. Its so stupid, Johnny was the one who was pissed at Nick for unloading all his personal shit on Amber. Rrr... She's all paniced, I'm pissed, which probably isn't very productive in convincing someone not to kill themselves, but goddammit people are being resonable, people are being sad, people are being sympathetic and understanding and compassionate and all that crap and it isn't working. Of course, I can't do anything 'cause "I don't know." So I want to yell at him for being so stupid and drag him outside and show him life's worth living and I can't do either 'cause Johnny decided to burden this all on Amber and Amber alone. Stupid man. Hate....rrrr...
:: Mars 11:22 PM [+] ::
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STUPID GODDAM SUICIDAL PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
:: Mars 11:12 PM [+] ::
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Mars was actually quite happy/content for the time she was not posting...had lazza fun capering with Shay and Ti and other such people...poor, defenseless Nick...*pokes invisible-Larkin*...It was all happyness and joy except then... :
:: Mars 11:12 PM [+] ::
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I think I did well on the French Test...yes...I...do...Now, if only...*stares at Chem test* I think I should be able to pass this class with an "A" if I sign a form promising never to become a chemist..
:: Mars 8:52 PM [+] ::
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*Floaty happy music* Whhhheennnttt to Plllllllaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy Tryyy Oooooutssss Tooooodaaayyy!...Whhhheeeerrrrrree weeerrre youuuuuuu Shhhhhaaaaayyy?
:: Mars 8:50 PM [+] ::
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Emotional Wreck. You are extremely emotional. You
feel contentment moreso than happiness and your
emotional lows are to the extreme. You need to
cheer up and start enjoying your life. Where
there is rain there is a rainbow and you need
to see it more than others. Do something that
makes you happy.


How Emotional Are You?
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Mars just kinda felt like posting quizlings today...
:: Mars 11:40 PM [+] ::
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*Pokes Ravenna* (If she's here)...YAY!! Another Mercedes Lacky fan!!!!!!! *Is wee bit obsessive* Just let me make one thing clear! *Rungrabtacklehugs Vanyel* MINE!! ^^
:: Mars 11:33 PM [+] ::
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-Not- You're...not girlfriend material. Not because
you'd be a bad girlfriend, but because you're
not in the mindset to be one. You're childish
and silly. Also, you might not necessarily be
attracted to guys. ~shrugs~ whatever.


What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?
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Heh heh heh heh heh...yup...:}
:: Mars 11:32 PM [+] ::
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Mars se coupe son cheveaux!! Well actually, my mother cut it, mais, now its shorter by maybe four inches. Happy Mars. Never did like having long hair, I just haven't bothered to cut it in a while. Except now its going to do that evil curvy thing around my chin. Oh well...
:: Mars 9:13 PM [+] ::
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Random beautiful bit from a random beautiful article...

There was a child born whose mother did not give her milk. Nor did she give her love, nor think of her as a miracle as she lay in the cradle. A bitter woman, she was, a tormented woman, her mind had been warped by the selfishness of those around her and she saw her child only as a burden, a chain, an affliction. Yet, in spite of the mother's neglect, the child grew. For in her dreams each night an angel would come and feed her. First the angel fed her letters, all the letters of all the languages of the earth. And these letters nourished the child. And as she grew, the angel began to feed her words. And this was good. She grew more and soon the words grew into poems, and the poems begat songs, and the songs begat stories upon stories. Soon the child was grown up, and she walked the earth filled with the letters, words, poems, songs, and stories from the angel. And in small groups, people would gather to hear her. Some men wanted to hunt her down and kill her for her stories frightened them. Some women wanted to slit her throat from jealousy. Her stories spoke of the deep shame of life, the silent pain, the loneliness. And when she spoke, those who heard her felt a nourishment they had never felt, a mending of all that has been shattered. She roamed from place to place and spoke in her quiet way, a cross between whisper and lullabies. Where is she now? This child fed from the letters of angels? Where is she that we can lift her up, and carry her through the streets in celebration?

She has disappeared. Wandered off deep inside of your soul, calling out to you right now to join her. She's getting ready to tell you a story.

:: Mars 1:03 AM [+] ::
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Lo-ong story...not really...I read it and...well...this is why I fear pastels:

Wet Wingsby Mercedes Lackey
Katherine watched avidly, chin cradled in her old arthritic hands as the chrysalis heaved, and writhed, and finally split up the back. The crinkled, sodden wings of the butterfly emerged first, followed by the bloated body. She breathed a sigh of wonder, as she always did, and the butterfly tried to flap its useless wings in alarm as it caught her movement.
“Silly thing,” she chided it affectionately. “You know you can’t fly with wet wings!” Then she exerted a little of her magic; just a little, brushing the butterfly with a spark of calm that jumped from her trembling index finger to its quivering antenna.
The butterfly, soothed, went back to its real job, pumping the fluid from its body into the veins of its wings, unfurling them into their full glory. It was not a particularly rare butterfly, certainly not an endangered one; nothing but a common Buckeye, a butterfly so ordinary that no one even commented on seeing them when she was a child. But Katherine had always found the markings exquisite, and she had used this species and the sulfurs more often then any others to carry her magick.
Magic. That was a word hard to find written anymore. No one approved of magic these days. Strange in a country that gave the Church of Gaia equal rights with the Catholic Church, that no one believed in magic.
But magic was not “correct.” It was not given equally to all. And that which could not be made equal, must be destroyed…
Perhaps she should have realized it would happen. So many people had come to her over the years, drawn by the magic in her books, demanding to be taught. Some had the talent and the will; most only had delusions. How they had cursed her when she had told them the truth. They had wanted to be like the heroes and heroines of her stories; special, powerful.
She remembered them all; the boy she had told, regretfully, that his ”telepathy” was only observation and the ability to read body language. The girl who’s “psychic attacks” had been caused by potassium imbalances. The would-be “bardic mage” who had nothing other than the facility to delude himself. And many others who could not tell a tale, because they would not let themselves see the tales around them. They were neither powerful nor special, at least not in terms either of the power of magick, nor the magic of storytelling. More often then not, they would go to some one else, demanding to be taught, unwilling to hear the truth.
Eventually, they found some one; in one of the many movements that sprouted on the fringes like parasitic mushrooms. She, like the other mages of her time, had simply shaken her head and sighed for them. But what she had not reckoned on, nor had anyone else, was that these movements had gained a strength and a life of their own-and had gone political.
Somehow, although the process had been so gradual she had never noticed when it had become unstoppable, those who cherished their delusions began to legislate some of those delusions. “Politically correct” they called it-and some of the things they had done she had welcomed, seeing them as harbingers of more freedom, not less.
But they had gone from the reasonable to the unreasoning; from demanding and getting a removal of sexism to a denial of sexuality and the differences that should have been celebrated. From legislating humane treatment of animals to making the possession of any animal or animal product without licenses and yearly inspections a crime. Fewer people bothered owning a pet these days-no, not a pet, an “Animal Companion,” and one did not own it, one “nurtured” it. Not when inspectors had the right to come into your home day or night, make sure that you were giving your Animal Companion all the rights to which it was entitled. And the rarer the animal, the more onerous the conditions…
“That wouldn’t suit you, would it Horace?” she asked the young crow perched over the window. Horace was completely illegal; there was no way she could have gotten a license for him. She lived in an apartment, not on a farm; she could never give him the four-acre “hunting preserve” he required. Never mind that he had come to her, lured by her magic, and that he was free to come and go through her window, hunting and exercising at will. He also came and went with her little spell packets, providing her with
eyes on the world where she could not go, and bring back the cocoons and chrysalises that she used for her butterfly-magics.
She shook her head, and sighed. They had sucked all the juice out of the life of the world, that was what they had done. Outside, the gray overcast day mirrored the gray sameness of the world they had created. There were no bright colors anymore to draw the eye, only pastels. No passion, no fire, nothing to arouse any kind of emotions. They had decreed that everyone must be equal, and no one must be offended, ever. And they had begun the burning and the banning…
She had become alarmed when the burning and the banning started; she knew that her own world was doomed when it reached things like “Hansel and Gretel”-banned, not because there was a witch in it, but because the witch was evil, and that might offend witches. She had known that that her own work was doomed when a book that lauded for its portrayal of a young gay hero was banned because the young gay hero was unhappy and suicidal. She had not even bothered to argue. She simply announced her retirement and went into seclusion, pouring all her energy into the magic of her butterflies.
From the first moment of spring to the last of autumn, Horace brought her caterpillars and cocoons. When the young butterflies emerged, she gave them each a special burden and sent them out into the world again.
Wonder. Imagination. Joy. Diversity. Some she sent out to wake the gifts of magic in others. Some she sent to wake simple, stubborn will.
Discontent. Rebellion. She sowed her seeds, here in this tiny apartment, of what she hoped would be the next revolution. She would not be here to see it-but she hoped the day would come, she hoped, when those who were different and special would no longer be willing or content with sameness and equality at the expense of diversity.
Her door buzzer sounded, jarring her out of her reverie.
She got up, stiffly, and went to the intercom. But the face there was that of her old friend Pete, the “Environmental Engineer” of the apartment building, and he wore an expression of despair.
“Kathy, the Psi-cops are coming for you,” he said, quickly, casting a look over his shoulder to see if there was anyone listening. “They made me let them in-“
The screen darkened abruptly.
Oh, Gods- She had been so careful! But-in away, she had expected it. She had been a world-renowned fantasy writer; she had made no secret of her knowledge of real-world magics. The Psi-cops had not made any spectacular arrests lately. Possibly they were running out of victims; she should have known they would have started looking up peoples’ pasts.
She glanced at around the apartment reflexively-
No. There was no hope. There were too many things she had that were contraband. The shelves full of books, the feathers and bones she used in her magics, the freezer full of meat that she shared with Horace and his predecessors, the wool blankets-
For that matter, they could arrest her on the basis of her jewelry alone, the fetish-necklaces she carved and made, the medicine wheels and shields, and the prayer feathers. She was not Native American; she had no right to make these things even for private use.
And she knew what would happen to her. The Psi-cops would take her away, confiscate all her property, and “re-educate” her.
Drugged, brainwashed, wired, and probed. There would be nothing left of her when they finished. They had “re-educated” Jim three years ago, and when he came out, everything, even his magic and his ability to tell a story, was gone. He had not even had the opportunity to gift it to someone else; they had simply crushed it. He had committed suicide less than a week after his release.
She had a few more minutes at most before they zapped the lock on her door and broke in. She had to save something, anything!
Then her eyes lighted on the butterfly, his wings fully unfurled and waving gently, and she knew what she would do.
First, she freed Horace. He flew off, squawking indignantly at being sent out into the overcast. But there was no other choice; if they found him, they would probably cage him up and send him to a forest preserve somewhere. He did not know how to find food in a wilderness-let him at least stay here in the city, where he knew how to steal food from birdfeeders, and where the best dumpsters where.
Then she cupped her hands around the butterfly, and gathered all of her magic. All of it this time; a great burden for one tiny insect, but there was no choice.
Songs and tales, magic and wonder; power, vision, will, strength- She breathed them into the butterflies wings, and he trembled as the magic swirled around him, in a vortex of tumbling mist.
Pride. Poetry. Determination. Love. Hope-
She heard them at the door, banging on it, ordering her to open in the name of the Equal State. She ignored them. There was at least a minute or so left.
The gift of words. The gift of difference-
Finally she took her hands away, spent and exhausted, and feeling as empty as an old paper sack. The butterfly waved his wings, and though she could no longer see it, she knew that a drift of sparkling power followed the movements.
There was a whine behind her as the Psi-cops zapped the lock.
She opened the window, coaxed the butterfly onto her hand, and put him outside. An errant ray of sunshine broke through the overcast, gilding him with a glory that mirrored the magic he carried.
“Go,” she breathed. “Find somebody worthy.”
He spread his wings, tested the breeze, and lifted off her hand, to be carried away.
And she turned, full of dignity and empty of all else, to face her enemies.

:: Mars 12:13 AM [+] ::
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*dances* Booooooowliiiiinnnnnnggg Fooooooorrrrrrr Soooouuuuuuppp!! *Boing*
:: Mars 10:02 PM [+] ::
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*pats poor bruised Larkin* Pauvre Larky...T'll all be better in the end...and yes, Shrub is like Hitler...but(This came up in an arguement with somebody), so's Saddam. Saddam does need taking down, but it shouldn't be done by us. Not with a power hungary sock-monkey idiot as our leader. Not with our faltering economy and corporate evils and stupid idiot president who will want to use nukes goddamit, not with the North Korean president calling us "The ultamite evil"...and not with at least two more years till I can move to Canada...
:: Mars 10:01 PM [+] ::
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Thing is Shay, it's not that we think it'll change anything...its just...to say that we, this little group of people standing over here, don't support what you're doing. And then other people, the ones who were too afraid or didn't want to get in trouble, or what would their parents think, they'll start coming over and the group'll get bigger and pretty soon it'll be so big and people will start thinking: Wait, isn't this supposed to be a repressentitive goverment? Wait, the people are saying no, but no one with power is paying attention?

Also, 'cause, *Quotes*: If our goverment doesn't react to our cries, let it not be because they didn't hear us.

You don't protest 'cause it'll change things, but 'cause you want things to change, 'cause you believe it should be a different way and not the way it is and that how it is is wrong.

Or you do it 'cause you're mad and bitter and angry and scared and need to get it all out.

Or 'cause, hell, it's something to do that isn't staring at your shoe laces.

:: Mars 9:52 PM [+] ::
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