If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.
- Mood:
bouncy
Give it a whirl sometime.
- Mood:
cynical - Music:Let It Be - The Beatles
1. Most Holy Saints Church
2. Marsupial Hangout Structure Construction
3. Midnight Haphazard Shakespeare Company
4. Modern Heresy Speakers Club
5. Malodorous Hibachi Society of Chefs
6. Murderous Hoards Seeking Crackheads
7. Mainly Heroic Super Club
8. Minority Hogwarts Scholars Convention
9. Mundane Hypocrisy Specialized Columnists
10. Modern Hippie Societal Commune
11. Mormon Hard Steel Corporation
12. Monogamous Hotel Sellers Creed
13. Mandatory Hippo Survey Commission
14. Mocking Hot Social Clique
15. Magical Hindrance Security Corps
16. Men Hoping to Seduce Chicks
17. Merry Hummers of South Carolina
18. Monstrous Half-bread Sicilian Complex
19. March for Halting Sinus Cancer
20. Munchkins with High Self Confidence
Trust me when I say there are things in here you just don't want to read.
(I'm just glad you didn't get any further, and didn't read the longer ones in depth.)
There are things I really don't think you want to know.
And there are things I say that I don't really mean.
(I don't even want to know what you think of that one entry I tried to disuade you from reading.
No, that's a lie. I'm actually dying to know what you thought.)
- Mood:
contemplative
- Location:The Battlefield
- Mood:
cheerful - Music:Somedays - Regina Spektor
Not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed
Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down
Yeah we couldn't destroy a single one
And history books forgot about us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first
. . . song . . . stuck . . . in . . . head . . .
*twitch twitch*
(guess what guys! it's hate-art day! woo!)
[ angst angst angst ]
AND I GET TO WATCH HEROES TONIGHT!
hmmm if i have two reserved items available at the library right now, and three "in transit" do i . . .
A. go get them now on foot and freeze/ get drenched/ get run over by a car
B. wait until my dad gets home and drive meself there . . . wasting gas, but getting to listen to the driving cds my sister gave me for my birthday. What will come on next?!
C. wait until all five of my reserve items come in and kill . . . 5? birds with one stone . . .
probably C . . . though that saddens me . . . no musical exploration for Flinty today.
Just you wait, world, soon I shall master the music of the 80s and when I have harnessed that power, nothing, no nothing, will be able to stop me! *superliz*
Why are they playing Anthem of Our Dying Day in the background? That does not fit. no.
Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me I was beautiful and came into my bed
Oh I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light
And he told me that I'd done alright
And kissed me 'til the mornin' light, the mornin' light
And he kissed me 'til the mornin' light
I definitely feel like I'm waiting for something that's supposed to happen, but have no idea what it is . . .
GAH. I HATE PHONES. WHY MUST THEY RING. FOR MUNDANE REASONS? AND BE NOT FAR AND WIDE? AND SUMMON NAUGHT OF ME? RING RING RINGING IN THE PRESENT. AND NEVER OF THE PAST. WHICH HAS RUNGED ITS RING AWAY. AND FADED, GONE, GONE TODAY.
AND DON'T YOU DARE TO FOLLOW THAT UP WITH "HOORAY"!
no way.
SILENCE!!!
My room really needs to be cleaned . . .
. . . a bit over aggressive? Perhapse. RAWR!
NEVER FEAR! her sanity's only so-so! so we have a 50% chance that she is not having a mental breakdown right now! I'LL TAKE THOSE ODDS!!! *buggle horn*
(why does Derek look so much like Theo? ug.)
Planning. planning. planning.
So much to do, so little time.
[psssssssssst loooook. the lines are rotating in size!]
[isn't it special? =D!!!!]
AND GUESS WHAT?!
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met
Why did he cut him? HIM? it? Why did he cut it? It suited him. Why did he change?
THANK GOD I DID.
I GOT CHIIIIILLS. THEY'RE MULTIPLYIN'.
What was I going to say?
The kitty is staring at me.
and there are magnets on the fridge.
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!
There are people she wants to talk to, but probably won't have the opportunity. And this is so irritating. But then, it's probably best that she doesn't. Because there are certain things that she just shouldn't know. And yet, there are things that it might rather help her to know. Cursed conundrums. Confining my cranium with crevises of curiousity and caution. With danger of deeply dug drops of dispair darkening the day! EGREGIOUS! Fearful, the fate fixed for fellows of feelings following mine. Great. Hell, hath her hopes hardened and hanged, indefinitely. INTERMISSION! Just kidding! Learn lessons of love and life and the like, or likely less. Mayhap minds of menial madness may mercifully meditate and make marginal moderations toward mediation and marvelous medium. Nevertheless, navigating notes nesting neither nigh nor near the notice of this nurrotic narrative, numbly noble nomad, orient onward. Ours perhapse perplexing, pertaining to perpetual problems of penatence and professions, personal periods of pondering produce perchance, puzzling products for people pretending the pretense of pity, prefering peeking and peering to perceiving quite the quintesence of the quagmire quarenteening our quarry. Rather ruthlessly reported, though resides this record, relenting, say substitutionally simply that she sees that saying such in said system stymies substantial success in seeing and sympathyzing, thus those that themselves try are taken as true. Take that that thou takest as taken, think, then tis thinkable that understanding, unremarkable, yet ultimately unique verily verifies victory. Venerating the victor, we welcome a wondering wander of wisdom, with which we will weaken what withstands of that which was written when we wrote. Who would wish to want who would not want the wisher? Without that wish would the wisher withstand when a world without the wild wonder of the wishee went and won, whithering what winsomeness the wisher wished to warrent? Why a world xeric, yeilding years yet to yearn for your yourself? A zeneth of zeroes zigzagging to the zone of zero zest and zero zeal. A conundrum indeed.
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads
But they're just old light, they're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met
- Location:completely lost
- Mood: quixotic
- Music:Samson - Regina Spektor
- Location:Outside =)
- Mood: recumbent
I realized this morning that I post so many entries under the "friends" privacy setting that if you aren't a "friend" of mine and are for some reason still trying to follow my journal, it looks like I never post. I counted just for fun, 8/24 (aka 1/3) of the posts are completely public. And I actually plan on changing that now that I see which entries I forgot to put on the higher privacy setting. (besides, this would make it 9/25 and that just isn't a pretty fraction).
But one has to wonder, is there anyone who isn't one of my "friends" that is reading these? (or those of them that they can...) And even more than that, why would they bother reading it as a non"friend" if they're really interested? I mean really, if you aren't willing to friend me, do you even deserve to have that glance into my thoughts and feelings? Which in turn only leads to the conclusion that no one would waste their time. Oh well.
I think I may do another 11 people.
A. It's not like I have anything better to do
and B. There are still at least 12 people left in the pitcher XD (a statement which is probably amusingly out of context for the majority of you people reading this.)
I really don't want to go to work this afternoon. Ug. Just wait until I can drive.
Flinty is now going to:
A. Hop on a plane to CA
B. Play Spud. (Wednesday! mongoose! mongoose!)
C. Party like it's 1999
D. Eat a cookie
E. All of the above
Multiple choice questions. Good practice for the SATs *nods solemnly*
- Location:Too close for comfort
- Mood: indifferent
The cover has finally fallen off my history textbook.
A moment of silence please.
. . .
- Location:The Dark Side of the Moon.
- Mood:
tired - Music:The All-American Rejects...
*gasp* It's my first entry. How thrilling.
Not that I actually have anything to write/rant/philosophise about. Just the knowledge that there were absolutely no entries whatsoever yet was eating away at me. I can be sorta OCD like that. Which, I might add is rather ironic, because I always hate marring a perfectly blank sheet of paper with say a pencil stroke when starting off a sketch (this little complex of mine makes drawing rather difficult at times, as I'm sure you can imagine.). Anyhoos, it beats starting my english questions. I don't care how amazing a book Lord of the Flies may be, nothing justifies three pages of trivial, reading check questions in one night. (Of course the in one night part is entirely my fault, but hey, as Mere would say, I wouln't be me if I didn't procrastinate like there was no tomorrow) Saaaaave me!
By the way, the amazing discovery of the moment: Quixotic is a mood option. I am totally using that one of these days. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday.
This Wednesday is going to be cae day. Wear a cape. Or else. grrr.
I leave you with this one last thought: Deary, marry the mole.
- Location:Directly to your left.
- Mood:
blah
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