A message comin'
From My Eyes,
Says
Leave It Alone
Basics:
Name:Diana Ripple.
AIM: CraigolaCrayons.
Status: Taken.
Age: 16.
Birthday: July 31st.
Height: 5'0".
Weight: 90 lbs.
Hair: Black.
Eyes:Blue.
Grade: Junior.
Occupation: Clerk and Student.
Nicknames: (Eagle) Scout, Rookie, D, and Dizo.
Music: Rock N Roll, Emo, Oldies, Punk, Pop Punk
Fashion: Track Jackets, scarves, hats, stripes, sweaters, argyle, argyle vests, argyle socks, corduroy, converse, etnies, saucony, tight tees, tight pants, vintage, dark blue jeans, belts, thickly-rimmed glasses, Hollister.
Simple Pleasures: Being in "our" world, Being in "my spot", Sweepy Bangs, Nice Hair, Cuddling, Hanging Out, My Friends, New Friends, Pen-Pals, Arguing, Television~~Music Videos (all day long), Six-Strings, Four-Strings (and playing them), Mail, Telephone, AIM, Making Films, Watching Films, My CD wallet and its contents, In-Depth Conversations, Stimulating Conversations, Driving Around, Road Trips, What I can see out of a car window, Sleeping, Burning CDs
People: Jesse, The Fort, Hadin, Brian, Craig Nicholls (The Vines), Patrick Matthews (The Vines), Kenny Vasoli (TSL), Andew McMahon (SoCo), Damian Kulash (Ok Go), Karen O (YYY), Ryan Keys (YC), The boys in Jet, Rivers Cuomo (=w=), Mike Sharp (=w=), Julian Casablancas (The Strokes), The boys in Rooney, Chris Connelly (Saves The Day), Phil Datsun (and all The Datsuns), Conor Oberst (Bright Eyes, Desaparecidos)
Food: McDonalds, Homemade Korean Food (mom's or harlmonie's), Chinese Food (restaurant), Mini Burgers (Denny's), French Fries (anywhere), Mashed Potatoes, Pierogies.
Looking Forward To:
6-4:Jesse's B-day, Senior Ball, and the
whole two month thing.
6-10: End of School, meaning I'll be a senior.
Lyrics:
Seven Nation Army
I'm gonna fight ‘em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold
me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my
back
And I'm talking to myself at night
Because I can’t forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And a message coming from my
eyes
Says leave it alone
Don’t want to hear about it
Every single one’s got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the
hounds of hell
And if I catch it coming back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
And that ain't what you want to hear,
But that’s what I'll do.
And the feeling coming from my
bones
Says find a home
I’m going to Wichita
Far from this opera for evermore
I’m gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every
pore
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding,
and I’m bleeding
Right before the lord
All the words are gonna bleed from
me and I will think
No more
And the stains coming from my blood
Tell me go back home
-The White Stripes