We lost Nathan and Phantom. We haven't seen them since Saturday morning. If anyone has seen them please please tell me.
On another note, I wrote a poem last night entitled Do You Want to go for Coffee?
I might post it later. I think I have a lot to say but I don't know what wants to come out so I'll just randomly type to kill time. Do you think time likes to be murdered? I wonder what it would be like to murder someone. Would you feel guilty or would you even care? I'm half done my English children's story and it's due tomorrow. I'll be up late tonight working on it. Since you all care so much about my sleeping habits. Everyone who reads my blog should comment on this post. I want to see who actually is faithful in checking up on my ramblings. My German is going down the drain this year. I want to do it but I am a procrastinator and it is getting harder and difficulter all the time to actually do things and not just say that I should do them. Anyway, I tried to post a picture on here but it didn't work so I gave up. I want to go. Away.
Steph, when do you want to have that composing thing?
It's Thanksgiving but our familys not doing anything except having supper with my grandpa tonight. I love nighttime. Has anyone seen the movie Corpse Bride? It's weird. I liked it though. And I heard the two funniest things you can say to a person. It's only funny if they react, but they are: 1) Hey, you dropped your pocket and 2) Hey, your socks are untied.
Anyway, I should probably leave you all to your wonderful long weekends and stuff, so I'll end off with this piece of advice: Always chew with your mouth full.
Happy Holidays.
Monday, October 10, 2005
Saturday, October 08, 2005
2656
I had a dream last night- it involved Casey and the old rink and talking about work and dating. The point is, in my dream Casey told me that I was supposed to phone this number: 254-2656. Who's number is that?
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
I thought of something interesting this morning but now I can't remember it.
If anyone wants to go for coffee or a walk or anything this weekend, I would love to. Not doing anything but work.
*You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away.*
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
I thought of something interesting this morning but now I can't remember it.
If anyone wants to go for coffee or a walk or anything this weekend, I would love to. Not doing anything but work.
*You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away.*
Friday, October 07, 2005
I am Erik
Yesterday I read The Phantom of the Opera. In honor of our play, I read all 327 pages of the real book. I cried. Funny, it's only the 2nd book I've ever cried in and it is the 2nd time I read this book, the 1st of which I did not cry. Erik, the Phantom, reminded myself of me. It's hard to explain. He was the lover of trapdoors, a genius who murdered for fun, the ugly man with the beautiful voice. He was made of death, and so people shunned him. Christine would have come back if she hadn't ripped off his mask. He lived under the Paris Opera House because if he lived in public people would kill him. But all he ever wanted was to be normal. He wanted love. He wanted friends. But he was a corpse. A brilliant corpse, but still a corpse. A twisted sick man on the brink of insanity because all he ever wanted was love and no one would give it to him. If Christine hadn't turned the scorpion, he would have turned the grasshopper. Grasshoppers jump very high. And that would mean great peril for many members of the human race. Erik didn't see himself as human. All he ever wanted was for someone to love him. He had never been kissed. Even his mother had never let him kiss her, she gave him his first mask so no one would ever see the hideousness that hid itself as the Phantom of the Opera.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
People
People are strange. You sit here and listen to people and watch people. You feel their pain from a distance or you watch them lose their temper and can't do anything to help them. I can feel people's feelings I can sense how you are. 'Tis a strange gift, and doesn't always happen. How odd. People have started to fascinate me. More and more. I saw someone today. I see them most days at school but today they looked very goodlooking, and most mornings they don't stand out. But today they did. Sending shivers down my spine as they walk past behind.
I have writer's block. I can't write. I haven't written anything in a long time thats worth reading and not for school. It hurts not to write.
I have writer's block. I can't write. I haven't written anything in a long time thats worth reading and not for school. It hurts not to write.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Mouse eggs and warm blood
*twitch twitch twitch*
My knuckles have turned to white
There's no turning back tonight
So kiss me one last time
My mother said I was disturbed... maybe I am.
I killed a mouse today it was soft I knocked it out petted it and then stepped on its head.
Random word of the day to be said in a creepy voice: peptidoglycan
It was soft.
My knuckles have turned to white
There's no turning back tonight
So kiss me one last time
My mother said I was disturbed... maybe I am.
I killed a mouse today it was soft I knocked it out petted it and then stepped on its head.
Random word of the day to be said in a creepy voice: peptidoglycan
It was soft.
This could be my night this is what makes me feel alive
Can you feel your heartbeat racing? Can you taste the fear in her sweat? We've done this wrong we're too far gone These sheets tell of regret
I ADMIT THAT I'M JUST A FOOL FOR YOU
Here is where we both go wrong
Tonight's your last chance to do exactly what you want to And this could be my night This is what makes me feel alive Makes you feel alive
Here is where we both go wrong So sign me up And toss this key cause for now we're living
In this moment that we both ignore the truth It's all over I feel your heart against mine So take a breath and close your eyes
Your lungs have failed and they've both stopped breathing My heart is dead its way past beating Something has gone terribly wrong I'm scared you're scared we're scared of this I never thought we'd make it out alive I never told you but it's all in your goodbyes
Well look who's dying now slit wrists sleeping with the girl next door I always knew you were such a sucker for that It doesn't matter what you say You never mattered anyway I never mattered anyway
Don't shake I hate to see you tremble- trembling You've lost your touch haven't you? And I'm so addicted
I ADMIT THAT I'M JUST A FOOL FOR YOU
Here is where we both go wrong
Tonight's your last chance to do exactly what you want to And this could be my night This is what makes me feel alive Makes you feel alive
Here is where we both go wrong So sign me up And toss this key cause for now we're living
In this moment that we both ignore the truth It's all over I feel your heart against mine So take a breath and close your eyes
Your lungs have failed and they've both stopped breathing My heart is dead its way past beating Something has gone terribly wrong I'm scared you're scared we're scared of this I never thought we'd make it out alive I never told you but it's all in your goodbyes
Well look who's dying now slit wrists sleeping with the girl next door I always knew you were such a sucker for that It doesn't matter what you say You never mattered anyway I never mattered anyway
Don't shake I hate to see you tremble- trembling You've lost your touch haven't you? And I'm so addicted
Monday, October 03, 2005
Flufferduff Chinstrap
I got a part in The Phantom of the Op'ry. I am the girliest girl of all time. I think they did that because I was a boy in Oklahoma, and because I am, in actuality, not a girly girl. I am, if anything, a tomboy. I think the play will be amazing.
The lake is cold
I jumped in the lake. Sometimes you have to take a chance and do something without thinking about it. If you think about it you'll lose your chance.
I learned a lot about love this weekend. And this weekend I learned a lot about love.
I learned a lot about love this weekend. And this weekend I learned a lot about love.
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