:: Lost Comme une Singe ::

:: Sunday, March 30 ::

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.


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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!


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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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