:: Lost Comme une Singe ::

:: Thursday, January 30 ::

This is from this one book that has little poem-y things at the start of each chapter...I tend to send them to people when I think the words work for the current situation...(<-technically voiced Mars o.0)

I once heard a tale of a man
who split himself in two.
The one part never changed at all;
the other grew and grew.
The changeless part was always true,
The growing part was always new,
And I wondered, when this tale was trough,
Which part was me, and which was you.
-The Road Goes On Without Him Now

:: Mars 6:48 PM [+] ::
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0.o The University of Evansville is stalking me...
:: Mars 6:45 PM [+] ::
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Right-o, this is my favorite poem snippet ever...It's supposed to be a song, but for the life of me I can't figure out how it'd go...maybe they should make a sound track for the book. It is about a band and all...

Wish
If I were a needle
I’d put love into your viens
If I were a needle
I’d take away your pain
If I were I wish
I’d grant myself to you
If I were a dream
I’d make myself come true

If I had a wish
I’d make the dying end
If I had a wish
It would be childhood here again
If I had a wish
Love would be safe and pure

I have a wish
It’s for a cure.

:: Mars 6:39 PM [+] ::
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Oooooooo...Mars found a pretty new web comic...*Drool*...It's at www.stringsoffate.com...Its about the zodiac animal spirits/gods...more specifically, Rat. With a couple of others thrown in. Oh, and Mao(Cat) too...*Hugs comic*...My precioussss...
:: Mars 9:04 PM [+] ::
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YAY!! Mars got her report card to day!! *Waves proudly* Only two B's!!! I can do better, je sais, je sais, mais, I thought it was gonna be a whole lot worse. *Dance*
:: Mars 9:00 PM [+] ::
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I sought far and I found them,
The sure, the straight, the brave,
The hearts I lost my own to,
The souls I could not save.
-A.E. Housman.

:: Mars 6:05 PM [+] ::
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Ahh, Inherit the Wind. Made the entire hell of 9th grade English worth while. *Shudder* Ms. Baker...Shay knows what I'm talking about. But that book(Play,technically), was wonderful.*Smile*

:: Mars 6:00 PM [+] ::
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I'm sorry if I offend you. But I don't swear just for the hell of it. You see, I figure language is a poor enough means of communication as it is. So we ought to use all the words that we've got. Besides, there are damned few words that everybody understands.
-Henry Drummond, Inherit the Wind
:: Mars 5:49 PM [+] ::
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*Reads Ti's blog* You know, I used to have a book full of stuff like that that I wrote down. Twas fun. I wonder why I stopped...I think perchance I'm gonna start copying ya Ti...after all, imitation is the highest form of praise ;P
Maybe we should all start doing that...words want to be shared, after all:) (Besides, Mars the greedy little reading bug wants more to eat o.0)
:: Mars 5:46 PM [+] ::
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What kind of crazy are you?
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It...It had to be done...:P
:: Mars 9:29 PM [+] ::
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Mars has finished her short story assignment!! And its not even midnight yet 0.o It's about a dead body that is left behind one of the mats in the gym and/or a very delusional person.
:: Mars 9:18 PM [+] ::
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Perhaps Theater Arts, non?
:: Mars 9:17 PM [+] ::
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Arr!! I think I'm gonna have to drop band. I don't really give as much as Dr. Eckel wants, nor do I have any desire to, and I'm not really good at it. Plus, If I do, I can take Creative Writing and...some other class...
:: Mars 5:00 PM [+] ::
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My mind has been turning song lyrics into French all day. Ah mon amour/Ne pleurez pas s'il plait/Je me lave mes mains sanglant/Et nous entamons un nouveau vie/Je ne sais pas plus de tout/Je ne sais pas faux de vrai/Tout je sais c'est je t'aime ce soir I blame it on La Maireselle or however you spell the French national anthem name. Its the one who taught me how to say "bloody" The French have a very...violent...national anthem. Mais, elle est tres belle.
:: Mars 4:58 PM [+] ::
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*Dances around* What is it about me and happy songs about killing people? Oh well....
:: Mars 4:47 PM [+] ::
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I likes this quote, but I dunno where its from: Poetry is what your mind whispers when your heart screams.
:: Mars 11:53 PM [+] ::
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It's odd, really. I'm not quite sure what it is though. Darn. So confused. Mars is lost and funky feeling. I was gonna write my blind man metaphor and the thing with the heart, but I don't feel like it. I feel like mashed potatoes and blue cheese. Yes. Yes I do. Oh God, I need sleep. Though for some hair brained reason, my sleep-lacking state makes reading Shakespear make sense. I likes Shakespear. Shakespear is god. *Goes off to build an addition on the Shrine of the Ferret-King*
:: Mars 9:11 PM [+] ::
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Warg. I feel unsentient. I think Casey and Amber got along. I also think I fell asleep somewhere along the line. Hurff. I need to go to bed earlier. I know this. The thing is, I seem to always fail to act on this knowledge. Ah well. C'est la vie, n'est pas?
:: Mars 9:08 PM [+] ::
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Yes! *Mars dances* I was reading this book and the chickie says: "I said I'd had lovers. I never said any of them were men." Ooooo the pretty quote-ishness!
:: Mars 4:15 AM [+] ::
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UURRRR!! I start boycott cruisade against cartoon network. THEY CANCELED COWBOY BEBOP!!!!!!!!!!!! Rrgg...now they have itty bitty kid anime on. I am filled with rage. Like the killing of the random punk band radio station, only in a visual way. Goddam comany-thingys. They need to be shot. Now. With non-traquilizer dart-ness...>:[
:: Mars 4:07 AM [+] ::
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Play starts soon! Play starts soon! *dances with happyness* Soon, I will have something to do after school! Yay! Also will be seeing Shay. Hmmm...*Does evil finger thing*
:: Mars 4:04 AM [+] ::
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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...by brain is buzzing at me...why? Je ne sais pas. I was gonna write more about the annoying high school cliche crap that is my life, mais, I dun feel like it any more.
:: Mars 4:03 AM [+] ::
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Johnny's hand is bandaged 'cause he tried to beat up a 2x4 held in a vise. And yesterday morning he was beating his hurt hand against the brick wall by where we meet. There are blood stains on the wall this morning. This is not good. At the cabin, we stayed up talking after everybody else was asleep. Amber said she'd give him an answer in a week. That was Sunday, and it had been three days. So, last Wensday. Damn, the math makes sense. She must have said no. And he was so close to. Stupid world. *kicks can* I'm sick of all this high school drama. I don't want my life to be a bad cliche. Of course, its a cliche 'cause its true and happens too many times. I feel all tratior-y. I'm setting Amber up(I guess. Je ne sais pas. I have no idea what's going on) with this girl I know, Casey. 'Cause Casey was saying how she wanted a girlfriend and I had a lightbulb moment and was all:Amber! But now I feel bad. 'Cause I think maybe I did something wrong, or a lot of things wrong. And I think I set myself up for another one. Goddam Goddam high school cliches. I wish they'd all just go away. *Takes corner opposite to Shay's* Mmph...
:: Mars 3:47 AM [+] ::
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Ahhh...so much nothing is happening, its hard to keep up. Actually, that's not true. 'Cause stuff is happening. I just can't call up the will power to write in here. Bleh :P
:: Mars 3:34 AM [+] ::
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Ouuu! Today was fun. In English we read each others portfolios, (i.e. all our written assignments). Kinda. I was sitting and staring at the wall, 'cause I don't really know-know anybody in English. But I ended up trading with Kayla, who is a quiet sort of person who I've been watching for a while 'cause she seems interesting. She said she liked my writing!! Oh, happy day!!...I start to sound like Casey now. Bad Mars. I liked her writing too, it was very presise. I am very unpresise. She didn't really have any stories in there though. :( I like reading other people's fictions.
:: Mars 8:25 PM [+] ::
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Heh. If you don't like to read depressed rantings Larkin, you are going to be severly not liking mine blog. That seems to be the bulk of what is in here. This prolly has something to do with my writing in here right after school, (School bad. Gun good.(Mars joke bad)), and/or after calling Amber. For some reason, talking to Amber over the phone is depressing. I dunno why. It just is.
:: Mars 8:20 PM [+] ::
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*Dances* I got an A in History! I got an A in History! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
:: Mars 8:17 PM [+] ::
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Rightol. Yes. Sorry 'bout that. Needed to get that out...not going to kill self. Self-killing bad. Having brain spazz, is not good. Not liking grades that I'm going to be getting this quarter, not liking what I think my parents' response will be. Plotting to murder my history teacher. *Nods* He must die. He gives me an A/B grade on my final!!!!!!!!Gah!!!!!!!!!! What does that mean!?!?!?!? I needs the A! *Grabs teacher* Gimme! Gimme now evil maker of boring kangaroos! Now! <.> Yeee-essss
:: Mars 4:14 PM [+] ::
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*Mars' brain goes: hate hate hate* Wheeeeee!! Guess what Amber, I be more japanese than you! I kill myself over grades now!*Feel the drippy sarcasm.* *Mars' brain goes: hate hate hate*
:: Mars 4:03 PM [+] ::
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I'm failing French. Well, no, that's not true. I'm getting a B in French. Why the fucking shitting hell do the stupid teachers have to make it 93% for an A? Bugger them, I think my 92.89 is close enough. Fuck. Shit. Hell. GODDAM FINAL!! BLOODY FUCKING HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
:: Mars 4:01 PM [+] ::
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Hate HAte HATE school.
:: Mars 3:59 PM [+] ::
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Funny thing-Excerpt from Mars' English final essay-"The paper-eating squirrels that live in my backpack are unionizing due to over-work."
:: Mars 10:22 PM [+] ::
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I'm going up to Johnny's cabin for tomorrow and Monday. (Quiet moment of thanks for Martin Luther King Jr., for being born and doing stuff.) Me and Amber and Heather(Chi) and Heather's boy friend Calib. Maybe Nick(I hope). I want to go, but I feel pessimistic and depressed about it. There's an indoor pool and I'm supposed to bring my swim suit. Not that I don't like swimming and all, but pools are icky and...I'm insecure enough about how I look in clothes, so swim suit...Bleh. I am in hate with disfunctionality.
:: Mars 10:19 PM [+] ::
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So, my English final was easy, except for the analogies. Damn analogies to the netherhells anyway. Oh, and my Chem teacher posted the grades that we got out on the wall by her classroom. I got an 88%, which is happy. Yet depressing, somehow. Like my grade in her class, so close to an A, but not. Or my French grade. 92.89. 93 for an A. Mars is bitchy about grades today. It keeps her minds off more serious issues.
:: Mars 10:12 PM [+] ::
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Yesterday morning was very pretty. I was on the bus, and it was going around the lake and the park by my house. It was still dark as night out, and over the lake, the moon was still setting. It was full and glowing orange. So I had that stuck in my mind all day, and still do now. I wish I could see it again, not in the bus, with the lights and the whiteness, but on the sidewalk or one of the benchs. It would be nice to sit and watch the moon all night. I want to do that.
:: Mars 10:11 PM [+] ::
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*Mars does the happy-that-finals-are-over dance* Arr...I'm tired. I've got more to say but...I...need...sleep...Oh, well...Au Revoir!
:: Mars 12:23 AM [+] ::
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I think the fact that I was listening to music helped. I got new headphones yesterday, and a Beethoven cd. So I listened to that and it put me into a state of zen, even though I would have been panicing at lots of places during chemistry. Urr...but now I am bitchy and grouchy from too much test stress. >:[
:: Mars 9:00 PM [+] ::
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Well, guess what? I think I did good on my finals today! History, which I'd been dreading, was actually really easy. Had to pick the three most important philosophy/politics/leader/artist people out of all the people we've studied so far. As long as they had nothing to do with religion...in other words, pas de Buddha pour moi. C'est domage, non? Oh well...my three were: Socrates(He was in the book I had to read so I have a great affection for him), Confucius, (I don't agree with most of his teachings, though. *Sticks tongue out at elders* Mwua!) and the emporer in China that started the Great Wall.(He was a tyrant and died from one of the potions that he was drinking to try to be immortal.)
:: Mars 8:58 PM [+] ::
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Two hours of web surfing have calmed me down. I will log off now and make Ramen noodles. And study...or try to, at least...it's not that I don't know how to study, its just that I don't remember how till 5 minutes before the test....oh, and if ya like, go to this place: http://www.iprimus.ca/~dnhicks/tpcitywatch.JPG...Lil dude's Colon, guy with the cigar's Vimes, chick with ears is Angua, and red head is Carrot...
:: Mars 5:45 PM [+] ::
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Whheeeee! Mars failed her french final today! I got none of the questions I prepared for on the oral, and all I rememvered was the vocab. No verbs. Not good for forming sentances. And then I couldn't remember which was conditional and which was future for the first 20 minutes of the test...guess what the bulk of the listening section was on? For some reason, I doubt I'm gonna get the 92% necisary for me to get an A this quarter. Oh, and the best answer I had for proofs in geometry: the Magical Monkey Theorum. I hate my life...>;0
:: Mars 3:26 PM [+] ::
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*Sings:*
Fiiiiiiiiinaaaaaaaaaalssss!
Fiiiiiiiiinaaaaaaaaaalssss!
Why don't I just shoot myself in the head?
Fiiiiiiiiinaaaaaaaaaalssss!
Fiiiiiiiiinaaaaaaaaaalssss!
I'm going to go shoot myself in the head!
:: Mars 3:21 PM [+] ::
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But I have no will to study. I should, but I'm just not motivated enough to move. I don't want to think anymore. This whole mess is all the fault of how our group is structured. It's like we pick one person, and we revolve around them. Last year, it was Gekka. But she left, and hasn't really kept in good contact with us...and everybodies bitter and tender and shit about it, still, even though it was nearly a year ago. This year though, our queen bee seems to be Amber. She doesn't know it, 'cause she's always saying she's got no friends. (On the phone. With me. Just a couple of minutes ago. I am feeling pissy right now.) She says Nick and Johnny don't count because she sees them everyday. Umm, isn't that what a friend is? Urr, and she takes it all for granted. Nick bought her stuff all the time, and now he's buying her and her mother food, every day, and she doesn't think he's a friend. And then Johnny, who got her a violin, for fucks sake! I am pissed. But I can't be pissed with her 'cause that'd be wrong. I dunno why. I guess 'cause she's the queen. Dammit, I hate this. I don't get it. She won't tell us stuff, tell me stuff, she's supposed to be my best friend and all but I think that you guys(aka those who are reading this) know a hella lot more about me then she will. Or than she'd care to pay attention to. She treats us like shit, really. I mean, back when she still had Rachel(Almost-was-girlfriend) she was ditching us everyday to go to Cambridge. She ditched us for Anna, till Anna started ditching her. I feel grody. It's prolly just stress...feel free to chalk this up to babble from too much of it. 'Cept the stuff about our group structure, I've been thinking about that for a while. I guess I'm just getting pissed 'cause I'm sick of being a worker. I wonder what's wrong with all of us, really? I mean, normal people aren't supposed to orient themselves around the happyness of another person, not so completely...Fuck, shit, damn, hell, sorry Ti but it makes it feel better...
:: Mars 11:39 PM [+] ::
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*disheartened sigh* *punches wall* Why can't we just have our mental, emotional, and physical breakdowns AFTER finals? Grumble grumble grumble. Johnny is picking, and I don't know if it'll be Amber(who he really, really likes(Avoiding other L words there)) over Nick(His friend for 12 years), or Nick over Amber. He feels he has to pick, can't just have both. I hate this. I hate this all. The world sucks, and I wanna hurt something. Instead, I study geometry.
:: Mars 11:28 PM [+] ::
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Here's Ryann's plan for dealing with the Devil:
1. Meet Satan
2. Agree to be imacuitly(No-touchy!) impregnated with the Anti-Christ, by way of heroin, in return for cool stuff.
3. Satan must pay child suport(Enough for a nanny), and must take the child once it becomes a teen-ager.
4. The Anti-Christ must never try, or SUCCEED, in killing her.
5. She DEMANDS:
cheesy popcorn stuff
lots of money
Instant "A"'s, and the equivalent of such that exists in the world out side of school.
A job she enjoys with people she can get along with
And the ability to change the affore mentioned job anytime with out consequence.
To be supreme dictator of the world.
6. There is no six.
Yeah...the point to this was she'd still have her soul for later bargining...for a while we've been trying to figure out what we should sell our souls for, seeing as we aren't using them...
:: Mars 9:14 PM [+] ::
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Hee...me and Ryann learned we can't do basic math...
Algebra? Fine.
Trig? No prob.
Addition? Umm...I'd rather not say.
Subtraction? I plead the fifth.
Multiplication? ...With a calculator....
Division? NO!
Fractions? DIE, OH SPAWN OF SATAN!!!!!!!!!
:: Mars 9:08 PM [+] ::
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AARRRR!!! I have just spent the last three hours studying! Geometry! With Ryann! Yeah...that was kinda fun, the non-study related parts at least...we decided what Ryann should do when she meets Satan, and played a video game, and did other random things! Talked about "my" groups disfunctionality...Ryann isn't in the group, she just lives near me and talks with me a lot...and Tatianna, 'cause they knew each other before and have the same gym class...but Ryann has a closer...ish...group of friends that she hangs out with...apartently most teen-age girls talk about guys alot o.0 I thought that we were beyond that...mayhap its just that must of the people I hang out with are...guy-like? Male? Lesbians? Come to think of it, Amber sure talks about girls alot....But also, WE STUDIED!!! I DISPISE GEOMETRY!!!!!!!!! MATH IS THE DEVIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
:: Mars 9:05 PM [+] ::
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Hmm...I just got a peice of junk mail that's "GIRLS ONLY" and wants my opinion on "guys, clothes, friendships, school, movies, dating,and more" I look at it and my first thought is "Guys=I like girls" Mwah!!!
:: Mars 5:24 PM [+] ::
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Oh, and sorry if I confused you with my rants on my friends...it just feels so much better to dump it all out on pap...compu...writing. By the bye: Johnny and Amber AREN'T gonna go out, 'cause they(Amber) decided that they shouldn't. This decision, I believe is somewhat based on the fact that Rachel(The-Girl-That-Amber-Likes/d) decided she wanted to be "just friends" 'cause she(Rachel) fell in love/lust with Johnny(after just three hours of knowing him. Johnny tends to have that affect on girls. I told Amber she should just lock him up in a box) And Amber wants to take drugs that will make her straight. 0.o!!!!!!!!(Something about chemical imbalances in your brain that make you either/or/?)...Hormones. I am filled with gladness that I seem to lack them.
:: Mars 5:23 PM [+] ::
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Uhh...*dusts self off*...wait...Now I'm confused...does Larkin have a blog becides the tolkien one? If so, where is she hiding it? 0.o
:: Mars 5:18 PM [+] ::
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AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*Runs head on into the wall* DAMN YOU FRENCH!!!!!!!!!!!DAMN YOU FINALS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGG
:: Mars 5:13 PM [+] ::
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Ahh, it is tomorrow now...that all was yesterday's unhappyness...I wish we could set these blogs on our own times...it's temporary, Ti...and remember...mayhap this notice should be for everyone...YOU AREN'T ALOUD TO KILL YOURSELF!! So there :P
:: Mars 7:08 PM [+] ::
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And then there's the whole "Amber will be in a relationship" deal...I hate it when people get in relationships...they go all distant...have nothing to say to you...forget...*sigh*...I have this whole "relationships make people go away" mentality...'cause *points at Gekka* completely abandoned...everybody....*points at muliple minor Amber escipades* All alone...*points at Tatianna and Molly* *shuffles feet* like I'm not even there...and then I get all depressed...Like I'm starting to feel now...but I won't trouble you guys with that...it's one of those things sharing just makes worse...
:: Mars 12:29 AM [+] ::
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Though I'm kinda worried...'cause Johnny is definately not a virgin...and...ummm...Amber most certainly is...I hope('cause the only way she isn't is if her dad did...yeah...)...and, well, while I don't think Johnny'd purposely hurt her...I dunno...it just bothers me...really...edgy-making...plus...I just feel so left out...which is stupid, I know, but Amber's my closest friend, kinda...though I think you guys hear more about what's going on in my sad little brain than they do...but they're all to suicidal over serious stuff...blurk...
:: Mars 12:25 AM [+] ::
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Though all in all its a smart decision on Amber's part, 'cause Nick's got REALLY sensitive self-esteem, and he's already depressed,(fights with his dad, he won't tell me, and confusion over "who he is"), and has shown PLUIS de suicidal tendancies....*sigh*...though there is this guy in Johnny's spanish class, Chris, I think, who likes Nick...but according to Johnny, he's going to wait till the next 10% dance to ask Nick out...and Johnny doesn't want to wait that long...
:: Mars 12:21 AM [+] ::
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My friends are confusing...the ones I see all the time, that is...I mean, you guys are odd to, but...not like this...this is like high school drama odd...see for yourselves: Amber, to the best of my knowledge, is a lesbian...I mean she says she's bi, but she also says that the male body is the ugliest thing god ever created...so basically, she's a lesbian....and for some crack brained reason, the guys in our group, Nick and Johnny, are hopelessly in love with her. I say hopelessly, 'cause she's a lesbian, and they know this, and they knew this before they decided(Or didn't decide, never having been in love, I wouldn't know), to fall for her. But now Johnny tells me that he and Amber are going out, and that she told him she loves him too, (I have heard none of this from her, but I've been sleeping when we normally talk...damn iron!), so they were all, "We shall date!" But then Nick, who didn't know about this 'cause he wasn't there when all this deciding went on, mentions that he's still in love with Amber. So she won't go out with Johnny till Nick gets someone. (Someone 'cause he's questioning his sexuallity and all that good stuff...hee...his bi-ness is the worst kept secret in the world, I swear), and Johnny has made it his mission in life to find Nick someone, fast...but since it's finals week no one will be thinking about this stuff....
:: Mars 12:17 AM [+] ::
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*Looks at last posts* Hn...can't remember why I was so pissed there...ahh well...
:: Mars 12:10 AM [+] ::
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RRrrrgggg....now I'm having a bad day...those last posts where during study hall...now...its all shit...shit shit shit shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
:: Mars 3:54 PM [+] ::
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But either way, the doc was angry with me 'cause...I dunno why...I mean, the xray thingy showed that it was better looking...it was all gray-white...instead of black gray like it is in the old ones...but either way, he said this and that and I forgot what but it made me feel all sullen and if I could I would have yelled at him...and he acted like my getting smacked in the jaw in school was my fault...of course, I asked some one to hit me in the head with a stand! I do it all the time....
:: Mars 9:44 AM [+] ::
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hmm...I was laying on the couch reading last night at around 6...and I fell asleep...and my mom woke me up at 4 and I did my homework and I'm thinking that I like this new scedual...ARR!! Does anyone know how to spell that word? ANYONE!! Why must it exist? Yes...so, I went to the hosiptal yesterday...had to miss English class :( and band and french :) and it was all good up till the having to talk to the doctor part. And the being in the hospital part sucked too. But that was a general suck. Like, grr, why must they leave these poor defenseless old people lyining around with nothing to do for hours, or why does it smell so bad here, or why do al lthese old people have to be here anyway. It makes me want to jummmp off a cliff when I get t to be 50. I think I will. It really doesn't pay, does it, to live that long if all your going to be is in pain.
:: Mars 9:41 AM [+] ::
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Ick...I have a horrible, horrible head ache...and its all concentrated in my left temple...I think that it's somehow related to my jaw...hurt like hell to chew to day...I'm taking the pain meds...just this once...
:: Mars 11:07 PM [+] ::
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*sigh*...ugg...school was evil...but then there was such a happy time after school with Katie...hanging out, talking...chasing coined money...caffine...and now...urk...I just got an e-mail from Johnny, its the conversation he and Amber had last night....plus some of a conversation with Nick...RRRRGG!!!!!*kicks self*...I know he wants me to write him back or say something to him tomorrow that's all relevant and reasuring...and I know I can't find the right words...and this is, it feels like one of those times where you're all supposed to pull together and support eachother and stuff, but all I want to do is go sit in the woods alone...gods, what a useless beast am I...
:: Mars 11:30 PM [+] ::
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Mars dit: Aahhhhhhhhh!! Mine fingers are trying to type in time with the music!! *bangs head*
:: Mars 10:52 PM [+] ::
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Mars adds: I am crazy like fruit punch!!(It popped into my head and I had to say it *Is hunched over and finger-thrumming-like*)
:: Mars 10:42 PM [+] ::
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Yaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've gotta new story:} Mwahahahaha!! Take that creativity-stealing-depression-monkeys!!!!!!!!!!!!Mwerp! *Mars does a dance of happiness and then dives back to the computer to finish writing* Mrwahahaha!!
:: Mars 10:40 PM [+] ::
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I'm starting to call myself "Mars" when I'm talking to myself...*bows* Many thanks, Ti-san, for the new name...I likes it muchos better....c'est tres meilleur...
:: Mars 9:01 PM [+] ::
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*Mars does the "nothing is happening" dance*...hn...
:: Mars 9:00 PM [+] ::
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You know that feeling you get sometimes where you want to do something real? I dunno how else to describe it really, but it's making me think of something from History class(one of the ones I was awake for! Whoot!) back when we were doing philosophers. About Plato and Socrates, and how Socrates said that everything in this world is just a reflection, a part of its ideal that exists...somewhere else...In idea land or something. So we started talking about desks. How there were different kinds of desks, different looks and colors and styles and stuff, but somehow our minds all know that they're desks. Then Mr. Miller went and showed us how if he put down his papers like so and put his mug up over there on the table in the class room, and then sat down, didn't it make us think of it as a desk, kinda. And it did. So in our minds exist all the idealnesses, for all the things in all the worlds, but we aren't really conected to them, except by a thin wirey sort of strand. Well, right now, I want to be listening to the ideal celtic music on the ideal walk in the ideal night with the ideal moon and the ideal stars. Or doing some ideal useful action...away from the computer...or taking a nice warm shower...*wishes the non-diseased shower wasn't in her parents' room*
:: Mars 4:05 AM [+] ::
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hmm...It didn't like it when I tried to put that link in...oh well...it's at justus.anglican.org/sabbath-blessings/1997/sb50.html...long wierd title, that's why I tried to make a link...meh...
:: Mars 3:34 AM [+] ::
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I went to sleep at six(pm) after getting mad with my parents and turning up my music...I'm not sure why they're so irratable lately, or why I am...the source of this all is my stupid jaw....but either way, now I'm wide awake and stuff...I actually think that this could become routine...sleep at five, wake up at say, eleven or one or something. I'm happier at night anyway. Ach. The whole point of starting this comment was that there was that I was doing random searches (trying to find this poem that I read once) and found this pretty little story. [+] ::
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Well, I was all perky and stuff...Amber's prospective girlfriend is kinda not a perspective anymore...she's back to normal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then my mom ruined my mood by griping at me...*sigh*...
:: Mars 11:46 PM [+] ::
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I am 55% Tortured Artist

Art is significant in my life, people are scum but I have the capicity to deal with it. Give it a few more years and I will either forget about art or hate the world.

Take the Tortured Artist Test at fuali.com
I am...going to stop taking these tests now...
:: Mars 5:36 PM [+] ::
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I am 64% Evil Genius

Evil courses through my blood. Lies and deceit motivate my evil deeds. Crushing the weaklings and idiots that do nothing but interfere in my doings.

Take the Evil Genius Test at fuali.com
MWAH-hahahahahaha
:: Mars 5:33 PM [+] ::
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Wha...chi...Mwah?*Is going through and getting rid of some of the quiz results*...its getting hard to move with all of them in here...to bad this thing won't let me delete stuff...
:: Mars 5:31 PM [+] ::
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Who are you?
I get to live in a refridgerator box!!*Goes off quickly before mother steals head...*
:: Mars 5:03 AM [+] ::
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what type of book are you?
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Oooo...yesh?*Inunderstandable mumbling*
:: Mars 5:00 AM [+] ::
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Ahh...choo...I...should be...sleeping...
:: Mars 4:48 AM [+] ::
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What JTHM moment are you?
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Heeheehee...*sigh* I luv Nny...in a platonic way...He tried to kill his last girlfriend(s?)..."These fudge pops? FREEZER BURN?!?"...:]
:: Mars 12:36 AM [+] ::
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What JTHM moment are you?
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Behold the power of Betoveen...I am obsesive, no?...oh...but the episode this was from..it was very funny..."SMILE!!"
:: Mars 12:32 AM [+] ::
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What JTHM moment are you?
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What a wacky quiz result...such a wacky picture as well...
:: Mars 12:28 AM [+] ::
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What JTHM moment are you?
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Oooo...sparkilily...*wah*...
:: Mars 12:25 AM [+] ::
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What JTHM moment are you?
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Alright...I just put in the answers to get this one...but Nny's just so CUTE when he's suicidal :}...
:: Mars 12:23 AM [+] ::
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What JTHM moment are you?
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OOooo...I changed a couple of answers that could have been different...Mwahahaha...Head 'splody...happy chair land...(otherwise known as "Heaven")...Mwah...
:: Mars 12:20 AM [+] ::
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Mars @11:50 PM: Alright. *looks at all the quiz stuff* I think I went a wee bit overboard here...there is relevent ranting and such about daily events at the bottom of all this though...

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Me...Oooo...((A Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Quiz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!I must gather all the results...))
:: Mars 12:16 AM [+] ::
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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!*Throws bubbly grape juice on everyone* YYYYYUUUUUUUUMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!
:: Mars 12:01 AM [+] ::
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