| Liz. Or am I... |
| Age: 17 |
| Sex: girl |
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And if rain brings winds of change
Let it rain on us forever
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| Picture Time! |
October 30, 2005 |
Domino in his stall at Union Ridge:
My sister's friend's horse, Freddie, who I braided for a horse trials this weekend:
Tigger:
The Disgruntled Pookie ^_^ :
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| You Give Me Flowers of Love |
October 29, 2005 |
Listening to: The Cure - Bloodflowers
I hate it when my parents come home from hospitals and dump large amounts of information on me, and then my mom gets annoyed that I don't talk to her about "my feelings." I don't like talking about my feelings. It's creepy. I don't really have any feelings anyways.
I'm going to have to entertain my aunt for all of tomorrow because my mother is trailering for my sister's friend's mom who is in the hospitals with a migraine. Or something.
This was supposed to be the year I got myself more normal and not so anti-social. And I was actually improving at first, but now I can't do it anymore. My dad might be rather under the weather for at least the next 6 months. My mom told me that there is a high probability of the cancer comming back for another two years. My grades are dropping and I'm sick yet again. I feel so exhausted.
This world is not very safe.
This dream never ends, you said
This feeling never goes
The time will never come to slip away.
This wave never breaks, you said
This sun never sets again
These flowers will never fade.
This world never stops, you said
This wonder never leaves
The time will never come to say goodbye.
This tide never turns, you said
This night never falls again
These flowers will never die.
Never die
Never die
These flowers will never die
This dream always ends, I said
This feeling always goes
The time always comes to slip away.
This wave always breaks, I said
This sun always sets again
And these flowers will always fade
This world always stops, I said
This wonder always leaves
The time always comes to say goodbye
This tide always turns, I said
This night always falls again
And these flowers will always die.
Always die
Always die
These flowers will always die |
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| When Is A Man Educated? |
October 11, 2005 |
Listening to: Evergrey - The Dark Discovery
"When he can look out upon the universe, now lucid and lovely, now dark and terrible, with a sense of his own littleness in the great scheme of things, and yet have faith and courage. When he knows how to make friends and keep them, and above all, when he can keep friends with himself.
When he can be happy alone and high-minded amid the drudgeries of life. When he can look into a wayside puddle and see something besides mud, and into the face of the most forlorn mortal and see something divine.
When he knows how to live, how to love, how to hope, how to pray--is glad to live...and has in his heart a bit of a song."
-Joseph Fort Newton
Today I purchased some nice pants, and a shirt from Marshalls, as tomorrow is the Senior field trip, and I am supposed to be dressed nicely. I am not sure I like the shirt much; it reminds me of cheap pajamas. The buttons are shiney.
My parents are visiting all sorts of specialists do determine what treatment he needs. Apparently the only people (besides him) who get gallbladder cancer are overweight, old, females of Native American or South American descent.
The homecomming dance was not a delight to attend, mostly because the gym was being an excellent sauna. The dancing of many people made me feel uncomfortable, as if they were not aware they "danced" in view of other people. I supposed "grinded pelvises" would be a better term than "danced."
I made a myspace. It is boring looking, and I like it that way. Hello!
I need to become more motivaed. Well, not motivaed, but active. I sit around too much for my liking. So. That changes tomorrow!
Few things in life make me happier than watching my cats sleep.
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| Across Your Face, I See What You Are |
September 29, 2005 |
Listening to: Acid Bath - The Blue
I keep finding out about more people who drink/smoke very frequently. Is everyone really that bored? I have no interest in doing this. Or I feel like I should be.
I am constantly afraid I am going to be alone forever. As in not even any friends alone. Which is silly, because I have friends now. I am missing part of my brain I think, the part that makes rational thought possible.
My dad came home today, and my mother is angry at me. |
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| Convictions Are Prisons. |
September 2, 2005 |
Listening to: Astral Projection - Ionized
"...fanatics are picturesque - mankind would rather see gestures than listen to reasons..." |
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