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| survey time in neverland... |
| 11.30.03 (10:47 pm) [edit] |
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE ME:
[x] cancer
[x] public transportation
[x] dark hair streaked with blonde
THREE PEOPLE WHO MAKE ME LAUGH:
[x] Annie
[x] Ellen
[x] Rand
THREE THINGS I LOVE:
[x] myself
[x] my life
[x] my family
THREE THINGS I HATE:
[x] stupid people
[x] dirty looks
[x] when people leave seconds on the microwave
THREE THINGS I DON'T UNDERSTAND:
[x] matrices
[x] highschool
[x] Silver Ravenwolf and why she's popular
THREE THINGS ON MY DESK:
[x] figurine of Sam Gamgee
[x] Billy Idol CD
[x] diet Sunkist can
THREE THINGS I'M DOING RIGHT NOW:
[x] being bored
[x] procrasting doing my homework
[x] filling out silly surveys...
THREE THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE:
[x] have a child
[x] go back to New Zealand
[x] build a house
THREE THINGS I CAN DO:
[x] sing arias well
[x] comfort people
[x] make websites
THREE THINGS I CAN'T DO:
[x] play soccer
[x] do my homework on time
[x] party hard
THREE BEVERAGES YOU DRINK REGULARLY:
[x] diet Coke
[x] milk
[x] apple juice
------------RIGHT NOW------------
* Wearing: fuzzy cloud pants and pink American Eagle long sleeve t-shirt (pjs)
* I'm feeling: tired
* Eating: Nothing
* Drinking: leftover diet Sunkist
* Thinking about: Homework and school tomorrow
* Listening to: Liz Phair, Extraordinary
* Talking to: myself :(
------------IN THE LAST 24 HRS------------
* Cried: yes
* Worn a skirt: does a dress count?
* Met someone new: yes
* Cleaned your room: no
* Done laundry: no
* Driven a car: yes, to the library
------------DO YOU BELIEVE IN------------
* Yourself: yes
* Your friends: yes
* Santa Claus: yes, he's my dad!
* Tooth Fairy: no
* Angels: yes, in a way
* Ghosts: yes
* UFO's: yes, I've seen some unitendifiable objects in the air, like birds.
------------FRIENDS AND LIFE------------
* Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend: not anymore
* Like anyone?: yes, not that I'd say
* Who have you known the longest of your friends: Catherine H.
* When you cried the most: My Kairos
* What is the best feeling in the world: being with the Twins
* Worst Feeling: seeing your boyfriend wither away from cancer
* Who sent this to you: off someone's blog
[boxers or briefs?] boxers
[plaid or striped?] striped
[scream or scream2 or scream3?] hum...how about "Seven"
[ska or punk?] punk
[salt or pepper?] salt
[okay, ok, or o.k.?] okay
[bright colors or dark colors?] dark
[tic-tacs or certs?] tic tacs
[sunshine or rain?] rain
[rain or snow?] snow
[sun or moon?] Moon
[silver or gold?] Silver
[silk, cotton, or flannel sheets?] silk
[preps or freaks?] freaks
[popcorn-with or w/out butter?] with
[ketchup, mayo, mustard, or relish?] ick, no.
[shampoo+conditioner in one or separate?] seperate
*if you were _______, what would you be?*
[an animal] fox
[a fruit] tangelo
[a color] dark mossy green
[a bug] cricket
*short answer*
[are you smart?] quite
[do you like onions?] ick.
[what instruments can you play?] flute, guitar, piano, does my voice count?
[what words do you overuse?] Dude
[do you like to fingerpaint?] yes
[do you sleep with socks on?] all the time in the winter
[are you ticklish?] on my knees
[are you shy?] depends
[do you talk to yourself?] yes, and in full conversation!
[is your house 1, 2, or 3 stories] 3
[do you have a basement or an attic?] both
[did you go to preschool?] kind of...
[are you a morning person?] goddess, no. Unless I've stayed up until the morning!
yeah, more quizzy things...
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| angry wiccan yells at her community... |
| 11.30.03 (4:18 pm) [edit] |
So, anybody ever read Why Wiccans Suck?
Well, it pisses me off.
If they were smart, no Wiccan ever claimed to be perfect. I certainly don't. I'm one of those eceletics, the make-it up as we go along. However, I certainly research what I do and try as hard as I can to know what the fuck I'm doing before I do it. Planning is always good.
However, what I get pissed off by is the superiorness of people who think they're better just because they're cynical people who spend a lot of time in the occult library. That doesn't mean that crystal packing people who snub you if you haven't astral traveled at least five times today are any better. Any superioty is crap.
This is my letter to the Wiccan community. Just shut up already. Especially about the Christians.
Most of us are former Christians. Personally, I'm a former Catholic. I left the religion because it never fit my personal views of deity and it's codes of conduct and dogma was not in agreeance with mine.
However, most of my family, friends, and school people are Catholic. This requires me to be the beacon of "Wiccaness", I guess, and I'm looked to in all question of occult.
People often ask me why I left or if I don't like Catholics. Funny, usually when considering people's character, the last thing I look at is their religion. Most likelly I'm going to like a person for their sense of humor, intelligence, and ability to create stupid inside jokes, not their religious preferences.
Dude, if you didn't notice, Wicca's kinda about accepting things about yourself and others. We also don't judge ourselves as the foremost authority on God or Divinity or whatever.
Stop being stupid, Wiccans. Stop being catty and saying I'm better! I've got more occult books/jewelry/black robes/crystals/years under my belt/scars/etc...
And stop with the silly Christian bashing...Jesus is cool. :)
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| dress woes... |
| 11.29.03 (8:06 am) [edit] |
Ah, yes, the beautiful Avon Jupon dress. Hpw I long for that to be in my possesion. Soon! Very soon! But I don't have quite enough money right now. Have to work my tailfeather off to get more money! Money Money! Here's the description of it:
The Avon Jupon is from the early 1500s Flanders, which was considered part of northern France. Today, it's Belgium.
Lacing on each side of the bodice area makes it possible to feast to your heart's content and still easily fit this dress.
Additional laces from the wrist to elbow provide a snug fit. The detachable sleeves provide an option -- they can easily be interchanged with other colors in the same style to expand the look of your medieval wardrobe.
Like the Saya, the Avon Jupon cinches the waist and provides a lift for the bosom eliminating the need to wear a bra. The gown is designed to be worn with a chemise. It is made of 100% cotton velveteen and fully lined in satin. Recommended to be worn with the Classic chemise. The chemise's extra sleeve fabric can be tucked into the top part of the gown's sleeves to make them fuller. Trim may vary.
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Anyway, I have to go to work at 9 until 1. I must check it lots 'o books at the library. Somebody's ordering pizza for lunch I think. Yum, greasy pizza and books. My favorite things!
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| colin firth and baby screams... |
| 11.28.03 (3:27 pm) [edit] |
Ah, thanksgiving. I love being with my family. Wednesday sucked because I went out to California but yesterday ruled and todays shaing up to be a good day.
Bruce and Koda, my brother and sister in law, respectivly, and the baby all came to see us which is always fun. Rand (the baby) loves to scream his head off in delight. He's a really good baby. Ellen and I are teaching him deviant behavior.
My cousin, Kate, also came. She's in her thirty's so it's a mostly older bunch of people cept for Rand.
Yesterday, we all played with Rand, gave him a bath, made him squeal, and played the Annual Thanksgiving Scrabble Tournament.
Sarah's (my sister) boyfriend, Ryan, is coming over later today to see us. He's so cool, a really nice, artsy, cultured, mature guy. I desperatly want them married. They both live in Chicago and we don't get to see them as much which sucks.
Anyway, I hate turkey, love Viggo M., and have had a good Thanksgiving all things considered.
I also slept into 12:30 today, which is very late for me.
Anyway...I'm done rambling now...
Oh! Almost forgot! Colin Firth! Pride and Prejudice! Awesome possum! I just have to read the book now!
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| the great and powerful me... |
| 11.26.03 (11:04 am) [edit] |
. First Name: Anne
2. Middle Name: Louise (I hate this name)
3. Do you like your name?: It's very plain, but yeah, I'd never change it
4. Nicknames: Kitfox, The Pirate Queen, Gutter Whore, Vixen
5. Age: 17
6. Birthday: July 3, 1986
7. Where do you live?: The beautiful, unculltured corn fields of Iowa.
8. Do you like it where you live?: Sometimes.
9. Where were you born?: Evanston Hospital, Illinios
10. Height: 5'5
11. Do you wish you were a different height?: Goddess, please grant me height!
Favorites
12. Food: Ramen noodles.
13. Number: 5
14. Date: March 19, 2002
15. Day of the Week: Sunday
16. Day of the Year: March 19
17. Candy: Heath Bar
18. Ice Cream: Chocolate
19. Place to shop: online!
20. Place to shop for clothes: the Gap
21. Song: Vagabond by Metallica
22. Movie: To Kill a Mockingbird. Gregory Peck, I love you!
23. Band/Group: Metallica, Mozart, Puccini, System of a Down, Nora Jones, Guster, Dashboard Confessionals, 5xEnigma, Stellar*, Zed (I know them!), and many others
24. Sport: Lacross
25. Subject in School: English
26. Holiday: Beltane!
27. Color: Green
28. Color of clothes to wear: Greens and blues, because my hair is red and those are both lovely contrasting colors for it, plus my eyes are green and are more intense when I wear blues or greens
29. Type of clothes to wear: comfortable but slightly punk style on the weekends. I go to a Catholic school so uniform during weekdays.
30. Shoes: cheap target ones!
31. Fruit: Boysenberries!
32. Veggie: Cucumbers!
33. Animal: Foxes and cats.
34. Magazine: Shonen Jump and Entertainment Weekly
35. Game: Avernum 3
Yeah, thought I should just post something like this to cover the basics.
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| If you lied... |
| 11.26.03 (10:40 am) [edit] |
Take one step back
Get the picture in to view
The focus is clear and makes no
Decision
The jury is hung by the guilt of
Omission
You lied
If you lied I could think that it's alright
I could pretend that I don't see much
Of anything
Take one step back
Get the picture in to view
The focus is clear and makes no
Decision
The jury is hung by the guilt of
Omission
I called on you today for those things
You want to say
The sentiment is honest but the child
In me would rather you lied
If you lied I could think that it's alright
I could pretend that I don't see much
Of anything
Give that much to me I'll be indebted
I don't want to be
But if the truth be known I'd rather you
lied.
- Stellar*
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| I worry too much...and in which I imitate Brokaw... |
| 11.25.03 (10:44 pm) [edit] |
So, I've been worrying 'bout Laffy ever since he's been saying those things at lunch. I kept thinking about what he had said to me. I just don't know what to do. I want to talk to him about it but our relationship is so weird right though that I don't know if I can.
It's weird. We're seem very similar but I just can't make the first move to talk about serious things. I need his phone number or aim so I can call him sometime late at night and just talk at him.
But, yes, I worry about the boy. And he cut his hair. Bad Pat.
Anyway, got my Kairos sweatshirt. It's very pretty but it doesn't say live the fourth which is a real bummer. :(
I'm tired so I think this will be all for postage tonight. Tomorrow, expose on Kitfox's opinion of teenage students influences and pressures. Stay tuned.
I'm Kitfox with Daily Teenage Angst, Good Night.
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| comment whore! |
| 11.24.03 (10:21 pm) [edit] |
Yes, yes, I am! You wonderful people, you! I love you all! Go away from my post for about an hour and *poof*! Comments!
Kisses Kisses Kisses from me!
Happy dance!
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| it's all about me...and Viggo the Great! |
| 11.24.03 (9:37 pm) [edit] |
I have realized that I haven't really truely introduced myself and background info is always good. So here's my expose on, well, myself.
I am seventeen years old and live in Des Moines, Iowa (also known as Hicktown, Just Shinier). I go to a Catholic Highschool with some very lovely and some very unlovely people. However, I am not Catholic. I was until about four years ago. I started following the Wiccan path about two years ago and have been studying to obtain a true knowledge of myself and my religion.
I believe that everyone should be able to make their own choices, therefore I am pro-choice, will rally for gay marriage (or it's benefits), and religious freedom. I love to argue issues and will undoubtably be involved in politics my whole life.
I am involved at school with many different projects and groups. I am president of my schools Literature Club, Youth Embracing the Love of Literature (Y.E.L.L.). I have been a member for four years and have sucessfully gotten us into the yearbook this year! Yeah me!
I am also heavily involved in choir. I am in A Cappella, our top choir, Jazz Choir, a select group of 12 students which sings jazz music (also known as The Dowling Catholic Gutter Whores, right Cat?), Dimensions, our show choir (we've got wonderful sea-green sparkly dresses!), and Madrigal Dinner, a Rennisance style meal, concert, and play all in one! I'm always singing basically!
I also take private voice lessons from the coolest lady, Gloria. She's awesomely blunt, doesn't take crap, and makes cool wedding cakes. She also pays me to help make decorations for wedding cakes.
I also have a job at my local library, Franklin. I'm a senior page, which means I've been there for more than a year, know pretty much where everything goes, and can direct the younger and less experience pages around i.e. make them do my work. I also shelve books, pick them up, and attempt to teach people to use the Dewey Decimal system. Stupid people.
Anyway...I don't really know anything else to say. Oh, I hate math with a passion and love words with an equal one.
I also do not, like most girls, like actors or people for their looks. I called those "whipped cream topping on a fudge sundae" just as good without it.
The reason I say this is every time I mention being enamoured with Viggo Mortensen, guys just roll their eyes and say, "So, You are one of those girls..." I would like to state that my love for him comes out of a deep admiration for his work in LOTR. He gave my favorite character a life I could never bring about through imagination. I also respect his talents as an artist, poet, and photographer. His eye for detail and beauty in the ordinary is wonderful. Just because I like him doesn't mean I'm a hare-brained twit.
Goddess...just had to let that out of the can....
Yes, closing words...
"He's spiritually extempt"
and...
"'The Christmas you told your mom you didn't like her fruit cake?'
'The Christmas I told her I was a fruitcake.'"
Ah, comedy from TV. Awesome, awesome.
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| arizona sky line and the echo of my heart... |
| 11.23.03 (9:48 pm) [edit] |
Lately, right before I go to bed, I've been staring at the back of my eyelids and have been seeing arizona skylines.
Maybe it's my deep love and admiration for the Navajo. Maybe it's the promise of a land rich in religion, tradition, personal freedom. Maybe there is something that dusky hills and open sky lines seems to do to me.
I've imagined a home, a life for myself, a house, a cat, maybe a lover.
Strange.
Maybe even more so because of the issue in the previous post. It just feels so right, this vision of arizona...and yet makes me feel guilty. That lover I sometimes imagine? Not Athens.
But in the same way, it feels like him, this vision. Like it's okay to let go. hummm....
Second thing I must talk about. Catherine Hipp! Also know as belcanto. Great kid. She's linked up there to your left. Visit her and post comments.
I just want to call her pornish and tell her she's a hamster whor...I mean gutter whore! Love ya!
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| suicide notes and black dog days... |
| 11.22.03 (11:09 pm) [edit] |
:cry:
I so depressed. Four days until my worst one year anniversary ever. I can't believe it's almost been a year since he died.
Perhaps I should explain. Hell, maybe it'll make me feel better.
Almost a year ago, my boyfriend / bestest friend died of cancer, a tumor in his brain, at the age of 19.
I loved him.
It sucks.
We met almost seven years ago. Actually, I met the posse that is his two brothers. They are triplets, Athens (my bf), Brian, Chaz. ABC but not born in that order. They always had this awesome chemistry about them, an energy that caught you up, a habit of being incredibly serious at the weirdest moments, and a great appreciation of art. They were so comfortable with themselves that even though they were intimate people (they were always hugging, giving kisses on the cheek, and hanging over your shoulder) that their affectionate ways where okay with everyone. They even had the freaky triplet thing. Sometimes they needed no words.
I became close to them all and I distinctly remember many a time I would be laying with my head in one's lap with one braiding my hair and the other laying with his head in my lap and reading Billy Collins from a dog eared book. But Athens and I developed something else.
I can't remember how it happened but I can assure you that I started it. We just started looking at each other as we lay in their hammock. He was twisting my hair around his fingers, gazing at me, and I just grabbed his ear, growled "Just kiss me already, damn it." and proceded to do just that.
Well, that's how it started.
We just clicked together. We trusted each other, told each other our secrets, our stupid notions, our ideas. We didn't always talk though. Sometimes we just sat in silence or lay in the hammock. He would rub my back or I would rest my head in the hollow of his collar bone and fall asleep.
It was weird for me, at first. I had issues. I'm a realistic person. I'm chubby. I have fat. Lots of it. I'm not the prettiest girl in the world. I've got quite nice breasts but somehow, that not enough.
It was hard for me to understand why a man like him would want me instead of the blonde stick things that always followed him with their eyes on the streets. He explained it once, how imperfections to another eye are perfections to his. I recorded the conversation. I still have the tape.
You see, he was a goregous man. When I first knew him, he had short strawberry blonde hair. He had beautiful blue eyes (think Elijah Wood). And, because he was a surfer, he had beautifully shaped muscles, not too developed but not too shabby either. He had all these scars from various adventures that I loved to trace. He had his left ear pierced on the lobe and both on the cartiledge.
He was beautiful. I remember waking up in the morning and watching him pad naked out unto the balcony. Yes, naked. That's gonna freak some people out.
We slept together. No, I really mean slept. Like sleeping, going to bed, head on the pillow sleeping. Not sex sleeping. We never had sex (but not for a lack of want :) ). So we slept naked. What better way to be intimate? We knew and except ourselves.
If he was still alive, I would've married him. Unquestionably. But he's not.
And that's a horrible thing to have to live with.
Especially this month...
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| buenas noches |
| 11.20.03 (10:14 pm) [edit] |
I'm tired and going to bed.
Not much to talk about today except for the extremely creepy feeling in the car today that I was going to get in a car crash.
Weird, huh?
Going to bed now...
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| buenas noches |
| 11.20.03 (10:12 pm) [edit] |
I'm tired and going to bed.
Not much to talk about today except for the extremely creepy feeling in the car today that I was going to get in a car crash.
Weird, huh?
Going to bed now...
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| salty fingers and keyboard crumbs... |
| 11.19.03 (9:34 pm) [edit] |
yum...tasty frites! Americaine style rules! Must try Terra Frites if you haven't, kinda like hard frenchfries with less fat and more flavor. yum!
so, read an excellent book on wicca today called "Where to Park Your Broomstick". Good introduction level without being too "insert wand here, circle three times" Really addresses the spirituality and reason for drawing you to Wicca in the first place. Great read.
Not much happened today, no weird dreams or anything. Actually having two vivid dreams in a row is very weird for me. Must be the waning moon. It does that to me. All that antsy full moon energy is still around waiting to be released and it starts to release itself through dreams and creepy feelings.
So anyway, great news! Massachusets has lifted the ban on gay marriage! Yeah! Happy! Take that!
So go get married people! Celebrate and best of luck!
Actually this prompted a very interestig conversation in American Government. Everybody ganged up on the girl who likes to defend homosexuality. And, yes, that is me. I just wished I could be, "yah, know there's one gay (well, bi) person in here! don't be bashing!" (also me)
Stupid people. Stupid Catholic school. Stupid, Stupid.
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| who wants to live forever? |
| 11.18.03 (7:49 pm) [edit] |
Ah, Queen, the best thing ever! "Another one bites the dust-ah. And another gone and another gone and another one bites the dust."
Damn good music.
Just talked to Cat, she's doing her wonderful bull-shit of an assignment called "The Poverty Project". It's as dumb as hell.
Sending her love and patience and caffine vibes. She needs it.
Feeling much better now, thank you! All the peoples on tBlurt made me feel much better.
Yes, and my friends offically rule. They got me the LOTR: TT extended version! Yeah! Kisses to you, my sweets! Bryn and Chaz! Thousands of kisses upon you!
Yes, I've already watched it. Goddess, I'm shameless.
VM the Great is the coolest person every. And there was more Billeh. Love that man, funniest person ever.
Dom is a sweetie too. Talented young man, cute as a button (which is a perk but not the main reason for the like-age), and has a best accent ever. Love that necklace he always wears too.
Yes, must stop talking about people like I know them...
Anyway, had another odd odd dream last night. Strange...
So we were (Dowling people again, mostly Dimensions) all in this big room with these big windows looking out into the city and this guy was playing God with everyone in the city. Suddenly everyone with blonde hair or who had just eaten chocolate dissapeared. Then after a few more days, I was in the bathroom and all these people started filing in and I got out. If you weren't standing on this certain kind of tile then you were frozen in the bathroom and then the bathrooms starting speeding (like a train in a subway tunnel) then only three people were left. Then the guy brought everybody back into my backyard. We were having this party and the guy kept trying to get me to like him but I didn't because he hadn't returned Pat and Dan and some other people. And then, the scary part, somebody let something slip that my little sister was dying. And I scrambled up the back steps and people were trying to stop me and she was dying. And then I woke up.
It sucked. I got scared so many times and I lost a lot of people. Tomorrow at school it'll be weird to see them. Makes me really appreciate people more...
Still, if I could never have a dream like that again, that would be nice.
Still creeps me out.
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| sick and wiccan... |
| 11.17.03 (6:31 pm) [edit] |
yep, so I'm sick today. Came home from school around 9 yesterday and probably won't be there tomorrow. Not that I mind missing school. However, throwing up ain't too much fun either.
Yeah, so haven't talked about the Wiccan thing yet. Weird, huh?
The fact that I haven't talked about about the very thing which I named this blog after. Must remember to do a lovely little informal lesson in Wicca for everyone!
Yes, so I'm gonna go sleep now.
Yup.
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| Patrick O'Brien strikes again... |
| 11.16.03 (9:02 pm) [edit] |
Went to go see Master and Commander today. A quality film! Awesome, awesome, awesome. Billeh was in it too! Happiness!
Russell Crowe was great as Captain Aubrey, though not quite as fat as I thought he should be. I adore the books, you must read them even if you don't see the film. Quite good. I was really hoping to see LOTR: Return of the King trailer but it might not have been playing in theatres yet. Can't wait! Billeh! OB! Viggo the Great! Big Blue! Dom! Mr. Protector!
Yeah!
But had this insane dream about this big party that a bunch of Dowling kids had. Then these aliens started trying to get into the house and we tried to stop them. They capture me and then made me work for them. Then the perpective switched to about ten years later and I was male for some reason. We lived in a society that was like 1984, you couldn't say anything about the government and how awful you thought it was. There were microphones in every room and videocameras. Outside where there couldn't be any were these shaping changing lizards that would track you.
Then I was at some girl's house and talking to her mom (I was female for this scene) and then we were walking down the road when we (and some other random people that just showed up) saw a sign for physic readings. We had a reading when all of a sudden I could remember things that happened years ago, words that had been banned. I had a seisure and started making all these prophecies.
It was really weird and the words that I wrote seem plain and one dimensional compared to the dream. It was so real...but so weird.
Yeah, but go see Master and Commander.
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| 18 hours and counting... |
| 11.15.03 (10:58 pm) [edit] |
yes, that's how long I've been up today. I'm absolutely crazy, I swear. Such a busy, busy day.
I got up at 7:30 to go to Gloria's (my voice teacher) house. I made cream cheese mints for about three hours and delievered a wedding cake to Echo Valley CC. Then I went to work at 1 and didn't come home till 5. Then I babysat at 6:15. Busy busy bee!
Hell, I need the money though. Buying that Avon Jupon dress is not going to be easy. $236 dollars plus the crown which is $25. Goddess, the things I do for Renfests. Oh well, it's a gorgeous dress. I'll post a picture some time.
Not much else happened today though. Did watch Bend it like Beckham on video. Quality film, I say. Am going to see Master and Commander tomorrow sometime. Also, LOTR:TT Special Edition is coming out soon! Yeah! Happy!
Ah, yes, one more thing....
"only the dead have seen the end of war." - plato
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| sex and twitchiness... |
| 11.13.03 (6:09 pm) [edit] |
okay, so everybody gets that tingly feeling sometimes which screams "Have sex now!"
Usually, it comes from a person. You know, those people who just exude sexual energy from every pore in their body.
Yes, Black Shirt Guy, from now on refered to as BSG, is that person in my life.
I can be having my period, not even wanting to think about sex and he'll say hi to me in that beautiful lower range of his, with his shirt cuffs rolled up and his hair mussed and I'm finished, done, finito. My whole day is then riddled with sexual thoughts.
Not that that is a bad thing, mind you, but nether the less, terribly distracting.
And though he's attractive, I don't really have a crush on the boy, it's just his energy over powers you and turns you into a sex goddess.
And it's every girl.
Every single girl I know, even the ones that don't really like him or think he's that cute. He just has this...this...power.
It's so weird and kinda nice at the same time.
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So about the weird twitch yeterday. Tim's breaking up with Cat. Maybe that was all the tingles and ominious stuff. Doesn't quite feel over though, maybe something will happen tomorrow.
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| tension tingles and bad vibe boy... |
| 11.12.03 (8:42 pm) [edit] |
You know that creepy feeling that whispers down your spine? That elusive promise of something to come?
Well, it's haunted me all day. I don't like it. The wind seems to have malice and every touch, every breath of air seems heavy and tense. I don't like it at all...
But anyways, we got out of school early, at 11:45 'cause the power went out. Took Mia and Annie to our house.
Have to write about last night. Pat Laffy is bugging me. Not in a bad way. It hurts sometimes, how much they are similar. Not so much in looks, though the taller thing is there. Pat is definetly taller then Athens though, maybe by three or four inches. But, Goddess, sometimes it takes my breath away when he talks. Their voices, their actions, their manerisims, how they get excited about random stuff, and are all "fuck authority"...just so similar.
Which sucks, cause I love Pat Laffy in a brother-sister kinda way. He's a cool guy, mixed up in some stuff I wish he wasn't, but a good, nice, intelligent, ruffled haired kid. Wish I'd gotten to know him better before this year. But it's so hard being around him...
:cry:
this sucks...
but anyway, my knee hurts like a son of a bitch. This sucks major ass.
Hi, my name is Anne and I have a whining problem.
Good nite, folks.
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| wave my wand... |
| 11.10.03 (4:11 pm) [edit] |
So I find out Cat is bi.
Kinda weird.
Not the bi part, I'm that too. Just...Cat?
Things are changing too fast for me to grab hold of anything. My relationships are shit. My school life, shit. The only thing that makes me happy any more is Annie's friendship and my religion.
Funny...in a ironic kinda way.
Anyways, I keep singing "Ghost of a Good Thing" by DC. You have to sing it kinda husky, deep and lush like a 40's smoky bar where the man in the corner has the eyes of a saint and a Colt under his arm.
"Haunting yourself as the real thing..."
It's what we all do for a time...feels like I've been haunting these past few weeks.
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