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BACK! [13 Nov 2004|01:41pm] [ mood | bouncy ] Omg youz guyz, I'm back in action. 5 comments|post comment

::afk-mode:: [27 Oct 2004|07:24pm] [ mood | busy ] HIATUS! Busy, busy, BUSY! I have so much to do. This is really just for the purposes of not being booted from any communities. I'll be gone for a while, all. Take care until I return! post comment

[21 Oct 2004|07:51pm] [ mood | contemplative ] [ music | The White Stripes - Little Room ] Letgowithme(foreverandnothing) I don't want you if you're just going to get high; it just ain't so beautiful. It doesn't make you glorious. I've got all the glory i need in my life. If you just want to tell me you love me, if you can find a way to get high without a drug... All the times you ever looked at me sober, too, that was when I really felt you, that was when I really knew, that forever meant nothing to you. Forever is nothing to you? I know we've got problems but who's not a problem child anyway? And we've got nothing to cling to but our own built up lies. Won't you let go? Won't you let go with me? I swear you will never go back again, you won't need anything else again, just love me the way I need you to. I know it's selfish, I know it's crazy but it's not too much, it's all and everything if you can just trust me... It's very simple. Forgive me for the horrendous syntax/punctuation/grammar; it went without editing. But I wanted it to be that way, so perhaps I shouldn't have apologized. It's supposed to be raw because that's how I feel right now. ...just, raw. 2 comments|post comment

What are you waiting for? [19 Oct 2004|06:54pm] [ mood | bouncy ] [ music | Gwen Stefani - What Are You Waiting For ] I know he's no good for me. I know he's not what I need. I know he's got his problems. But I. can't. help. it. Boys. Ugh. And that's all I have to say about that subject. Gwen Stefani is my hero. I -love- her new song/video "What Are You Waiting For?" I love it. I love her. I love the song. It's so refreshingly bizarre and unique. Hillarious, if I might add. I need to stop being such a philanthropist and paying for all my friends' things. It's not really my money, per se, but I'm sure if my parents knew I had been giving them rides and accepting no gas money for extended periods of time, paying for their lunch and mine, etc.. they'd probably want me to pass around a collection plate. I'm running low on cash-money, folks. Suppose that means I need a job. But who wants to WORK? Pffbt. Forget that. I'll just be poor. 2 comments|post comment

There is no modern romance. [13 Oct 2004|09:21am] [ mood | confused ] [ music | The Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Modern Romance ] I know you're all wondering "What's with all the cheesy, thwarted-love poetry, Emmo?" And my reply to that would be "I have been thwarted in love, you imbusils!" The story begins with the new school year. I am in a new school. I see a new boy. I think "Wow, I'd really like to get to know that guy. He seems different." And so I do get to know him. And whaddoya know, I was right. He's different. (For all intensive purposes, I shall refer to him as Aduro, which I'm pretty sure is the Latin word for fire.) Aduro shows me lots of affection; lots! He's very flirty. He seems to like me and hey, we all can safely assume that at this point, I like him. Right? Right. So anyway, I was out with some friends when I saw this guy who is close to Aduro, and happens to be a friend of mine. I ask him about Aduro, and he says that he has a girlfriend. You can imagine my reaction, no? "O____O Whaaaaat???" So, he's been leading me on this time. Now, thinking back on it, there were several times he almost told me he had a girlfriend, but didn't. I don't understand. Why didn't he just tell me? I wouldn't have stopped all interest right then, if that was his concern. I can't stop liking him, or can't seem to anyway. But I don't want to be 'the other girl.' I don't want to be the one he goes to school and flirts with while his girlfriend has no idea. I've been in the girlfriend's position before, and it's why I have such a lack of trust for guys these days... It's just really unfair. The -one- guy I think could change everything turns out just like all the rest. Woe is me. I get tired of all this teenage airy babble and so-called "thwarted-love." It's not love. I barely know him. I'm just very disappointed, really. I wish things had been different, but I can't help believing that there's a reason for everything, including this messed up romance... 9 comments|post comment

Cheesy poetry corner. Everyone snap their fingers and try really hard to look cool. [13 Oct 2004|09:17am] [ mood | discontent ] [ music | Something Corporate - Me and the Moon ] The boy who made my heart beat again This morning he touched my face gently below my jaw and neck and looked at me romantically. He gives me butterflies. I just looked at him. I became aware of all my limbs and didn't know what to do with them. I just looked at him helplessly and thought this might be my next time. I don't know him that well and I'm already falling. God, he makes me forget what to do with myself. Yesterday he held me from behind and I couldn't breathe. I just reached back and touched his hair. He was too close and I'll admit I'm scared. I don't want another fairy tale to end in heartache, but I've already fallen, and I've already forgotten what else to do with myself. Failure The boy who made my heart beat again has turned out not unlike the others. They weren't lying when they said you're all the same. Now I'm left singing that same old song, the unending autobiography of my dying soul, the story that goes untold. I should've expected this, I should've known better. Actions speak louder than words, they say and your touch is screaming liar to me. --All written, of course, by moi post comment

Fading Photograph [13 Oct 2004|08:56am] [ mood | nostalgic ] [ music | Something Corporate - As You Sleep ] Wandering slowly back down the long dirt road into my past fuzzy memories bleed and stain themselves on the back of my mind. I, the weary traveler, the half-hearted visitor, cannot remove myself from the backwards slipping sands of time. I can breathe again. I haven't lost him yet. I stand beside him on the beach, the soft foam that rims the water's edge glides over the tops of our feet. I look out ot see the morning sun and I still believe in God. --written by me post comment

Birth [12 Oct 2004|02:31pm] [ mood | refreshed ] This is just the beginning. 2 comments|post comment

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