'And what are the words to that song?'
Mood:  rushed
Now Playing: "Fire and Ice" by Pat Benatar
Ok, no time to talk. I gotta get ready for school tomorrow. God, I really don't wanna go! >.<

Also, saw the movie "La Femme Nikita", great movie. Tcheky Karyo was pretty handsome! O.O

I'd hook up with him. Leave the charming grocery man, and run away with the quiet, mysterious suit man!

Hmm.. kind of like Phantom of the Opera. A choice between the safe life, or the dangerous one. Although, she's already living a dangerous life. So yeah. Maybe it's not x.X

Ok, off to get ready. Ciao! XP


Youth


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Others view you as mysterious and dreamy, yet
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My inner child is sixteen years old!

Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while
adults might just accept that, I know
something's gotta change. And it's gonna
change, just as soon as I become an adult and
get some power of my own.


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***
Sweet Melissa, I often pray for you
I hope your suffering was brief
I hope the angels that watch over all little children
Came for you and took you someplace beautiful and sweet
Aahh..
Suffer The Little Children

Dear Melissa, I often think of you
Everytime I hold my baby in my arms
I say a prayer for your mama and daddy too
I know they miss you, miss you since you're gone

Suffer The Little Children
At the hands of evil men
No baby dolls, no teddy bears
No lullabies for them
Every mother's nightmare
Will it ever end
Suffer The Little Children
At the hands of evil men

You who done the deed better do some prayin' too
Better hope that God's forgivin' like they say
Cause somewhere, somebody keeps a list
Of the evils that men do
An' your name's right up there
I heard `em say
Aahh..

Suffer The Little Children
At the hands of evil men
No baby dolls, no teddy bears
No lullabies for them
Every mother's nightmare
Will it ever end
Suffer The Little Children
At the hands of evil men

-- "Suffer the Little Children" by Pat Benatar

'I don't need another friend.'
Mood:  lyrical
Hm, the blog got a new look.

Just in time, I'm working on something in poser right now. For the new background, I mean. It's gonna be white, I believe. Still debating though...

It's been a while since I've posted in here. I've had time, I've just been forgeting.

I have commitement issues. :)

Anyway, I saw Adam the other day. He was working. Me and my mom had just got back from registering me into school, and it was pouring outside! We stopped at Schnucks to grab some groceries. And on the way out, Adam took out his umbrella and walked us out to the car, with him still getting wet. I thought it was very sweet. ^^

I feel like writing. But I can't. I have an odd mental block. It's like a mega case of writer's block, that won't leave.

I think I'm going to take Girl's Glee. I honestly don't like to sing, but it's only group singing. And I've been informed that I can just move my mouth, and it'll all be good. Anyway, I wanna take it 'cause it'll guarantee that I'll have lunch with my friends. So that's good. Yeah, ALL my good friends are in the same lunch hour. And, with my luck, I'd be the only one not in that lunch. -_-

Hopefully it's not too late to sign up into there.
Hopefully...

Ok, off to work on my background. Poser is a damn expensive hobby, so I've been downloading freebies. Heh, I can't help it. I can't pay $20 for a figure >.<; .

Oh, and did anyone hear? I have an internet stalker.

Soon he's gonna be living in my walls, like in Kiss the Girls.

<.< >.>
Clever got me this far
Then tricky got me in
Eye on what I?m after
I don't need another friend
Smile and drop the cliche
'Till you think I'm listening
I take just what I came for
Then I'm out the door again

Peripheral on the package
Don't care to settle in
Time to feed the monster
I don't need another friend
Comfort is a mystery
Crawling out of my own skin
Just give me what I came for, then I'm out the door again

Lie to get what I came for
Lie to get just what I need
Lie to get what I crave
Lie and smile to get what's mine

Eye on what I?m after
I don't need another friend
Nod and watch your lips move
If you need me to pretend
Because clever got me this far
Then tricky got me in
I'll take just what I came for
Then I'm out the door again

Lie to get what I came for
Lie to get what I need now
Lie to get what I'm craving
Lie and smile to get what's mine

Give this to me
Mine, mine, mine
Take what's mine
Mine, mine, mine
Take what's mine
Mine, mine, mine

Lie to get what I came for
Lie to get what I need now
Lie to get what I'm craving
Lie to smile and get what's mine

Give this to me
Take what's mine
Mine, mine, mine
Take what's mine
Give this to me

Take what's mine, take what's mine, mine...
Take what's mine, take what's mine, take what's mine,
This is mine, mine, all mine

'Killing me softly with his song.'
Haven't updated in a couple of days. I've been pretty busy XP. I've had friends over, and I've been working on my room.

Yep, my room is COMPLETELY clean. Well, it was, until Amber came over. Then both of us junked it up with the photoshoot. But that's okay, all I need to do is pick up a few things.

And I've got a walk-in closet now! Yay! Me and my mom share it, so now we don't have to go looking in each other's room for clothes. It's so cool.



Yeah, don't I look like I'm ready to kick your ass? I know I do. I'm just too cool.

Yeah, we found my little brother's air gun. It looks SERIOUSLY realistic. So we messed around with it, made it look like we're shooting something. It was great!

Made me feel powerful. XD

I've been addicted to Pat Benatar lately. She's got some real good songs. The 80s was such a cool era.

I was gonna scan that coffee stain I mentioned in my last post (for my website layout), but my dad's computer is messed up. Well, the one with the scanner, atleast. So yeah, I'm shit outta luck for now. :(

"Believe me, believe me, I can't tell ya why, but I'm trapped by your love and I'm chained to your side."

^-- What I'm listening to right now. Good song, good song.

School's starting soon. XP Joy, joy. I don't wanna go back! I mean, it'll be nice to see my friends and all, but once it starts -- it starts. For the next 9 months. Damnit! XP

I like this. Bumming around the house, staying up late. I don't want it to change.

And I'll be taking all advanced classes. So none of my good friends will be in my class. That's gonna suck.

In my Comp class, I hope I get to write some cool report. I so could imagine me writing a report on Travis Bickle, or on Batman and his enemies.

That would be pretty cool. :P

Okay, off to get ready. I'm staying at Erica's tonight. We're gonna watch Kill Bill Vol. 2. Ah, I LOVE that movie! Then, on Thursday, she's staying at my house. Cool, eh?

Ciao!

***
They cry in the dark, so you can?t see their tears
They hide in the light, so you can?t see their fears
Forgive and forget, all the while
Love and pain become one and the same
In the eyes of a wounded child
Because hell
Hell is for children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell
Hell is for children
And you shouldn?t have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh

It?s all so confusing, this brutal abusing
They blacken your eyes, and then apologize
You?re daddy?s good girl, and don?t tell mommy a thing
Be a good little boy, and you?ll get a new toy
Tell grandma you fell off the swing

Because hell
Hell is for children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell
Hell is for children
And you shouldn?t have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh

No, hell is for children

Hell
Hell is for hell
Hell is for hell
Hell is for children

Hell
Hell is for hell
Hell is for hell
Hell is for children

Hell
Hell is for hell
Hell is for hell
Hell is for children

Hell is for children
Hell is for children

-- "Hell is for Children" by Pat Benatar

'Don't rip out my paper heart'
'Clean day' didn't include too much cleaning. Dad said he didn't have the motivation today. Yipee! :)

Anyway, afterwards, I just hung around the house. But then my dad had some family and the neighbors over, and they made sinkers. Or whatever they were.

It was surprisingly fun. My little cousin left the boys outside and me, my mom, and her watched movies. It was nice.

It's 2:35 right now and everybody's still awake. Even my little brother! All the people are gone, too. Usually about this time I'm sneaking upstairs, trying not to wake anybody, about to go to bed. But now everybody's all up and moving. It's so... weird.

We're an odd family. We never sleep. XP

The title of this post is a quote/lyrics I'm gonna use on my sight layout. Oh, I got the coffee stain by the way. It's drying. I'll use my dad's scanner tomorrow. Then I can finally complete the layout! Yay!

Taxi Driver is such a cool movie. I swear, one day in school I'm gonna write an essay about Travis Bickle and turn it in. (And hope my teacher has seen the movie!) That guy is so psychotic, but still appears as a hero. Odd, isn't it? He knocks off some pimps and a mafioso, and he's a hero. Although, as much as I hate to say it, I'm not entirely sure he killed them for Iris. I can imagine him being violent. I'm sure 'Nam screwed with his head, and, let's admit it, he's a bit unstable. XP

DeNiro is looking pretty good in that movie though. I must say! :P

Okay, off to bed for me. I'm tired. I can still feel smoke in my eye from the bonfire we had tonight. It's kinda... grr? >.<

(I've gotta clean out my room tomorrow! Somebody help me! My room will EAAAAT me!! T.T )

Ciao!

***
Don't cut out my paper heart, I ain't dyin' anyway
Take a look at eye full towers
Never trust them dirty liars
Sippin' lemon yellow booze 'ole' leadbelly sings the blues
All dressed up on wedding day keep on trippin' anyway

I am I am I said I'm not myself, but I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbed motorcade

Fake the heat and scratch the itch
Skinned up knees and salty lips
I'll breathe your life vicks vapor life
And when you binge I purge alike
Let go it's harder holding on
One more trip and I'll be gone
So keep your head up
Keep it on, just a whisper I'll be gone
Take a breath and make it big
It's the last you'll ever ge
Break your neck with diamond noose
It's the last you'll ever choose

I am I am I said I'm not myself, but I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
Hold me closer, closer let me go let me be just let me be

I am I am I said I'm not myself, but I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbed motorcade

-- "Trippin on a Hole in a Paper Heart" by Stone Temple Pilots

'Hell is for children'
Yes, another late update. Whatever. This thing isn't my obligation.

I currently have Taxi Driver playing in the background. I love that movie. 'Tis a shame not many people my age have seen it.

Yesterday was pretty boring. My mom was off work, but we didn't do much. My baby nephew came over. He's adorable.

I still remember the time when we were worried if he would live or not. I still remember...

God, I love that child. I know he's gonna grow up to be a good kid. Everyone in the world loves him.

And that's no lie.

Today is the "clean day". Joy, joy. Although it sounds selfish to say, the only reason we actually clean is so mom doesn't bitch about the house being dirty after work.

Although, I do enjoy being able to spend more time with mom.

A win-win situation, I guess.

I've been listening to Pat Benatar a lot lately. She's got some good songs. I love the 80s. They had some damn good music.

Of course, I'm not complaining about today's music. It has it's fair share of good music.

Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in a time loop. Most of the things I like seem to be early 90s, or the 80s. While my friends are watching "Legally Blonde" and listening to rap/hip-hop, I'm watching "Taxi Driver" and listening to rock.

Hm, interesting.

I was talking to my friends the other day about my recent discovery. See, I LIKE liking a guy. You know, that time is great. But when it comes to actually going out with them, I don't want to. Suddenly it's all like "Eh. Maybe not." And it's not like I'm nervous about it. Going out with someone is fine. But I just don't like the thought of it.

Their diagnosis: I have commitement issues. :)

Which, to me, was rather odd. Considering issues of commitement is usually associated with men. But yeah. I do. I mean, I do want to get married and have kids one day, but I can never really imagine me doing that. It's odd, and contradicting.

But I'm only 15. So why worry about that now?

I'm making a layout for my site. Who knew how hard it can be to get a damn coffee ring stain? Honestly! I tried making one in photoshop, but it just didn't work.

The website is gonna look cool, once I finish it. I was gonna put all my images, writings, stuff like that up there. Ya know? I'm not too sure where I want to host it. I mean, angelfire is ok, but I hate the little sidebar that pops up when you're surfing an angelfire site. And if I hate it, then I'm sure others do too. So I might stick with geocities. Or maybe somewhere else. Aw, hell, I dunno. Anyway, this site is gonna be made purely in Imageready, although I might use Microsoft Frontpage for only a few, small things. Still debating.

I guess we'll see.

"That women deserves her revenge... and we deserve to die. But, then again, so does she. So I guess... we'll just see." -- Budd

I have gotten yet another friend addicted to Michael Madsen. You know he's gorgeous, Erica! :P

Ok, off to finish Taxi Driver. I paused it so I can type, 'cause I wanna watch it. And when I'm typing something like this, I don't pay attention to it.

Damn good movie, that is.

Off I go to watch a great, young Bobby DeNiro!

***
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watchin the puddles gather rain
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two
And speak my point of view but itts not sane, its not sane

I just want someone to say to me
I'll always be there when you wake
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I'll have it made

And I don't understand why I sleep all day
And I start to complain that theres no rain
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake
It rips my life away but its a great escape...escape...escape

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
You don't like my point of view
Ya think that I'm insane
Its not sane... its not sane

I just want someone to say to me
I'll always be there when you wake
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I'll have it made

-- "No Rain" by Blind Melon

'Don't rip out my paper heart'
Another boring day. XP

Yippee.

Anyway, all I did was sit around. I watched Kill Bill Vol. 2 again. And I played computer.

Yeah, not too exciting. :-\

Mom is off work tomorrow, so hopefully we'll do something. We might go shopping sometime this weekend, or maybe Monday or Tuesday. Still not sure.

Hehe, I love shopping. I can't help it.

"I can't even imagine how bad that shit must sting *flips hair* ... and I don't want to, neither." -- Budd from KB

Hehe, he flipped his hair! XD

(Special thanks to Alex for pointin' that out to me. I didn't notice the first 2 times I watched it!)

Yeah, I love that movie. And Michael Madsen is just great. Although, I must say, that tabacco cup in KB was kinda... ew. >.<;

I think I'm gonna make me a website. I love making layouts. I have a ton. And they're all for sites that were never made, or that were short-lived. Ah, what can I say? XP

I think I might watch Taxi Driver. I've suddenly felt like watching it. That an X-Men. Damn, where'd my X-Men DVD go?! >.<

Taxi Driver it is.
Go Bobby DeNiro! :D

Ok, since I have a lack of things to type, off to watch the movie. Later.
***

White Trash Beautiful, Trailer Park Queen
She slings hash at the diner from 11 to 5
She married a boy from school, thought he was oh so cool
But all he can do for money is drive
Out late haulin' freight on Interstate 5, prayin' he'll see home before his baby arrive

White Trash Beautiful, there's something you should know
My heart belongs to you
And you coulda found a better guy
I'll love you till the day I die
I swear to God it's true
I'm comin' home to you
I'm comin' home to you girl

He lights a cigarette, his eyes half open
He won't be home tonight, but she keeps hopin'
Drinkin himself to sleep is his only way of copein'
She waits for him every night, she leaves the front door open
It's 4 AM and doin 95, tryin to stay awake and make it home alive

White Trash Beautiful, there's something you should know
My heart belongs to you
I know you coulda found a better guy
I'll love you till the day I die
I swear to God it's true
I'm comin' home to you
I'm comin' home to you girl

Her lips say painted red, nametag's crooked
Her heart's been gone awhile with the truck driving man that took it
He keeps her photograph on his rearview mirror
She prays for him every night, she hopes that he can hear her

White Trash Beautiful, there's something you should know
My heart belongs to you girl
I know you coulda found you some better guy
I'll love you till the day I die
I swear to God it's true
I'm comin' home to you
I'm comin' home to you girl
I'm comin' home to you

-- "White Trash Beautiful" by Everlast

'He lights a cigarette, his eyes half open'
Well, today was boring.

Nothing too exciting happened.

My neighbor broke his ankle, so him and his wife went to the hospital while I watched there kids.

They were gone for about 4 fucking hours.
And they didn't even pay me! They bought me a damn burrito from Taco Bell.

I mean, what the fuck?

I know there's such things as emergencies. But they could have taken the kids too. They're old enough that they'd behave in a hospital.

That is just bullshit. Seriously.

God, I'm bored.

Still need to get started on those stories.

I don't want school to start. :(

I may not do much some days, but I like this. I like relaxing.

'However long I stay, I will always love you. Whatever words I say, I will always love you.'

Good song. Gotta love the 80s, eh?

Somebody, entertain me! I've spent the whole day watching movies, and playing on the computer. I'm starting to get stir-crazy.

I have no money to go and do something. And it seems like all my friends are busy.

I can't wait till I can drive. Then I'll just get my car and head up to the mall. Who cares if I don't have any money to buy anything? I'll window-shop for the hell of it.

Currently reading 'Wolverine: Origin'. It's pretty good, although I'm only about 10 pages into the first volume. I've heard good things about it, so I'll probably like it.

Anyway, I'm thinking about getting my site set up, since I've had nothing to do. Make a kick-ass layout. I honestly don't know what I'll have at my site.

My graphics, and writings, I guess? And, of course, a link to my blog. How could I not? And I'll probably have an in-depth description about me.

Last night I made a Yahoo group. It's for just me and my friends. I'll put all the pics I took with the digital camera up there, instead of sending copies to all of my friends (who don't have winzip! >.<;; ). It's easier that way.

I need to get some more rechargable batteries. This camera eats through batteries like nothing I've ever seen.

While I was watching the neighbor's kids, I put in a 'Best of Spiderman Collection'. It had all the old '69 episodes. They were so... corny. And they had predictible, quick plots. And the animation! It's just... wow. Different. Strange to see how much we've advanced.

From Spiderman to Finding Nemo.
And Star Wars to Lord of the Rings.

Ok, off to go do something. Hopefully tomorrow will be more entertaining. Ciao.

***
We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield
We are strong, no one can tell us we?re wrong
Searchin? our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

You?re beggin? me to go, you?re makin? me stay
Why do you hurt me so bad?
It would help me to know
Do I stand in your way, or am I the best thing you?ve had?
Believe me, believe me, I can?t tell you why
But I?m trapped by your love, and I?m chained to your side

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield

We are strong, no one can tell us we?re wrong
Searchin? our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

We?re losing control
Will you turn me away or touch me deep inside?
And before this gets old, will it still feel the same?
There?s no way this will die
But if we get much closer, I could lose control
And if your heart surrenders, you?ll need me to hold

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield

We are strong, no one can tell us we?re wrong
Searchin? our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield

We are strong, no one can tell us we?re wrong
Searchin? our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

-- "Love is a Battlefield" by Pat Benatar

Love is a battlefield
Don't worry, I'm not neglecting this!

I've just been busy the last couple of days. Firstly, Erica stayed on Saturday, so we spent day/night walking and hanging around. Then, we walked Sunday morning, then I stayed at her house that night. ^^

Then I went home on Monday. And I don't have an excuse for that day.

So whatever.

Anyway, it's still kind of 'Tuesday' to me, since it's 1 AM. And I haven't gone to bed yet. So, despite the date, this is Tuesdays post!

Yes, it is!

Anyway, when I stayed at Erica's, I read my Chinese Zodiac. (I was born in the year of the Snake, by the way.) Apparently I am beautiful and vain.

'People born in the Year of the Snake are deep. They say little and possess great wisdom. They never have to worry about money; they are financially fortunate. Snake people are often quite vain, selfish, and a bit stingy. Yet they have tremendous sympathy for others and try to help those less fortunate. Snake people tend to overdo, since they have doubts about other people's judgment and prefer to rely on themselves. They are determined in whatever they do and hate to fail. Although calm on the surface, they are intense and passionate. Snake people are usually good-looking and sometimes have martial problems because they are fickle. They are most compatible with the Ox and Rooster.'

Interesting, huh?

I won't disagree with the fickle thing. Some things describe me, some don't. Whatever.

Doesn't this contradict my Cancer Zodiac at all? XP


Kill Bill Vol. 2 came out today. Great movie. I forgot how much people push poor Budd around.

I wanted to put a Hattorzi Hanzo sword right through his boss.

"Quit picking on him, asshole!" *stabs*

Quentin Tarantino's a great director. He has this original style about him. Like when you find out the Bride's name? The little children's attendance call? Yeah, that's very original. (< No sarcasm, although it sounded that way.) Great stuff. If I become a director, I wanna have my own style too.

Anyway, I wanna get working on those original stories. The ideas just won't leave! I can't get in the writing mood though. Either that, or I'm not patient enough to sit and write.

I dunno.
Maybe I just have a case of writer's block.

XP I'm so confused.

My book, "Phantom" by Susan Kay, and my data cable for my cell came the other day. So I've been reading my book whenever I can (great stuff!), and making/downloading backgrounds/ringtones non-stop. I got a kick-ass Godfather ringtone.

And a Stairway to Heaven one.

And PotO.

Yeah, I'm just getting started ;)

My phone went dead, so I had to stop with the ringtones for a bit. But I'll get some more tomorrow.

Now, the big decision:
Which ringtone to use?

Anyway, I found my digital camera the other day. Me, Erica, and Amber have plans to go have a photo-shoot in the park in the fall and winter. Get all dressed up, take the camera out there, and get some pictures. Sounds nice. It'll be great.

I always thought the being a photographer would be cool. Probably not the best thing to depend on, but in my free time, you know?

Off to bed for me. I got up at 8 and went to the lake with my mom and little brother. I got sunburnt (on the tops of my hands, no less) >.<, but I still had fun all the same.

I wanna do something tomorrow, but I have no money. ;.; Somebody save me! (*sings the U2 song*)

Anyway, off to have awesome dreams of Kill Bill, and Michael Madsen. And maybe even Grand Theft Auto.

I looked great in my bikini.
Hey, I'm supposed to be conceited, right? XP

I know, I'm just too cool.
"I'm too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love. Love's going to leave me."

Enough with the joking around. Seriously, goodnight :-P
***

There's a nail in the door
And there's glass on the lawn
Tacks on the floor
And the TV is on
And I always sleep with my guns when you're gone

There's a blade by the bed
And a phone in my hand
A dog on the floor
And some cash on the nightstand
When I'm all alone the dreaming stops
And I just can't stand

What should I do I'm just a little baby
What if the lights go out
And maybe and then the wind just starts to moan
Outside the door he followed me home

So goodnight moon
I want the sun
If it's not here soon
I might be done
No it won?t be too soon 'til I say goodnight moon

There's a shark in the pool
And a witch in the tree
A crazy old neighbor and he's been watching me
And there's footsteps loud and strong coming down the hall
Something's under the bed
Now it's out in the hedge
There's a big black crow sitting on my window ledge
And I hear something scratching through the wall

What should I do I'm just a little baby
What if the lights go out
And maybe and then the wind just starts to moan
Outside the door he followed me home
So goodnight moon
I want the sun
If it's not here soon
I might be done
No it won't be too soon 'til I say goodnight moon

-- "Goodnight Moon" by Shivaree.

Yes, I know, I just love the coolest music.
I can't help that I'm that cool.



Ya know you love me! :P

And do I dream again?
Today was boring. 'Nuff said. I woke up, went running errands. Got kinda sick to my stomach (still don't know why.). Sat around. And did some work outside.

That's about it.

Damn, today was boring.

Tomorrow's gonna be fun though. Despite the fact that I have to CLEAN, my good friend Erica gets to come over after that (about 5-ish). Then we're gonna go walking around town. It's gonna be fun.

I have story ideas dancing around in my head! I just can't write 'em down! >.o
One involves an affair, and major obsession/devotion, on both parts.
Another involves weird Stockholm Syndrome.
The last involves obsession, stalking, a killer, the works. Oh, and a cop. Yeah. I can't help myself.

When will I get around to writing these little diddies? Who knows. One day, one day...

Or, if Alex would like to write that script with me, maybe sooner than I thought ;)

Become a famous director one day.
Or a psychiatrist.
Or a detective.
I'm all kinds of confused.

I literally spent the whole night looking at Halloween costumes, lol! I actually found a few I wouldn't mind having... >.> <.<

Okay, off to bed for me. It 3 AM, I'm kinda tired. And I gotta save that energy for scrubbin' those toilets tomorrow! XP

Here's a nice little diddy for you.


'I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.

Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"

Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.

Music played, and people sang
Just for me, the church bells rang.

Now he's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie.

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down...'
-- "Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)" by Nancy Sinatra

A wonderful song, might I add. I can listen to it over and over again, and it's still great.

Yes, it's that great.
;)

The hurt doesn't show, but the pain still grows
Yes, I still live. I've finally gotten around to making the bg for this blog. Nothing too special, but I like it. It was a bitch to try and make it so the words showed up. Ah, whatever.

Anyway, I have just had a very liberating experience. I won't go into detail, because I don't know you people. But there should be a few select few that know what I'm talking about. No, don't worry, I didn't nearly die, or anything like that. It was actually a small event that set this off.

Also, I had another Joker dream. Fucking creepy, eh? This guy haunts my dreams. I swear, I don't even know what to think anymore.

Okay, I'm off. It's 2:30 in the morning, and I didn't much sleep yesterday night either. So later.

'Baby, I've been waiting,
I've been waiting night and day.
I didn't see the time,
I waited half my life away.
There were lots of invitations
and I know you sent me some,
but I was waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

I know you really loved me.
but, you see, my hands were tied.
I know it must have hurt you,
it must have hurt your pride
to have to stand beneath my window
with your bugle and your drum,
and me I'm up there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Ah I don't believe you'd like it,
You wouldn't like it here.
There ain't no entertainment
and the judgements are severe.
The Maestro says it's Mozart
but it sounds like bubble gum
when you're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Waiting for the miracle
There's nothing left to do.
I haven't been this happy
since the end of World War II.

Nothing left to do
when you know that you've been taken.
Nothing left to do
when you're begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
when you've got to go on waiting
waiting for the miracle to come.

I dreamed about you, baby.
It was just the other night.
Most of you was naked
Ah but some of you was light.
The sands of time were falling
from your fingers and your thumb,
and you were waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Ah baby, let's get married,
we've been alone too long.
Let's be alone together.
Let's see if we're that strong.
Yeah let's do something crazy,
something absolutely wrong
while we're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Nothing left to do ...

When you've fallen on the highway
and you're lying in the rain,
and they ask you how you're doing
of course you'll say you can't complain --
If you're squeezed for information,
that's when you've got to play it dumb:
You just say you're out there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.'

-- "Waiting for the Miracle" by Leonard Cohen

The beginning
My first blog! Now, keep in mind that this layout is only TEMPORARY! It'll be changed as soon as I can get on photoshop and make some images for it. Just read "The Killing Joke" again, and I had a few friends read it -- they loved it! The Joker is freaky and all, but that comic is just... wow. Makes me feel sorry for the guy :\ . I gotta go to bed! School tomorrow (9 days till summer), clothes to pick out (why is it freezing in the school, but hot outside?), and late homework to do (Damn, 6 algebra assignments to make up >.<). Chao! Song of the moment: "Diary of a Madman/Lovesong" by Maynard from Tool