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Date:2005-01-03 22:57
Subject:New Years Eve
Mood: annoyed
Music:Breakaway - Kelly Clarkson

Well here is the start of more ranting, and its only the third day of the year.

I was just thinking, why the hell do people blow New Years out of proportion? Why is it such a big day? Or night? To me if feels as though it is simply yet another excuse for society to just waste the night partying with strangers, intoxicating themselves as well as degrading themselves all the same.

I must admit though, I want to get dolled up and dress up once and awhile too, but isn't New Years Eve a day like any other? But it's not, because thankfully, unlike xmas, on new years one is forced to spend time with family who you never see all year wrong, your free to do what you like, because it's still considered a "normal day" unlike xmas, which is a "family day".

Which is perhaps why I do like New Years, but still...i still believe it is blown way out of proportion, because the things that are done that day can be done any day, the dressing up, the partying, the drinking, the dancing, the resolutionizing, it can all be done all year round, and who's to know that New Years is really on that day? What if it was on another day? Who really knows that the calender we use is perfectly and historicly correct, I mean like everything, hasn't it changed too?

Anyways i just dont see the point of hyping up a day that is like anyother day...

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Date:2004-11-22 15:55
Subject:The Eyes that Follow all Day
Mood: groggy
Music:Dido - Here with me

“What do you want?” The voice yelled out faintly in the background. I did not know who it was and what they wanted and what they were asking me, but I could hear it clearly yet at the same time, very faintly, as if it was slowly disappearing.

“What do you want? Go away! Leave me alone!” The strange voice cried out again, I still did not know who it was, but I knew it was a woman, not the most serene voice I’ve ever heard, but a voice with pain and mistrust, a voice that showed hours upon hours of tortured crying to oneself.

As I opened my eyes to see where the voice had come from, I saw that there was nothing there but simple darkness like a cold wispy winter night with a sky without stars and the moon, with nothing but utter darkness, emptiness.

I squinted into the darkness to search for something that wasn’t there, soon my eyes began to sting and blur as the salty tears that I had felt that I had been bearing for hours crept down my cheeks.

And finally, in the eerie darkness that was laid before me I saw something in the distance, at first not knowing what it was, just two plain tiny dots placed together in the eternal distance of the sky before me. But it soon began to move closer and closer until I began to realize what I saw before me was no two ordinary dots, they were eyes, two squinting eyes looking back at me. I could feel my heart racing miles per minute, and I could feel my breath clearly over the silence, as this pair of eyes grew closer to me, that it soon was directly placed in front of me as if I were speaking to a person an inch away.

My breathing became quicker and less steady and the voice of that woman was heard once again in the darkness.

“What do you want? What did I do? What did I do?” as the fearful yelling continued, the eyes before me blinked twice. The blazing fiery eyes of hell blinked towards me mischievously, as if they were hiding a secret.

“Go away!” The voice had called out again. “Leave me alone, please!” Finally on the second command from this terrified woman, I finally understood that the voice was coming from no one other than myself.

As soon as I understood this, the red eyes had blinked at me once again, and then slowly began to disappear backwards as if the simple wind from my breath had made it glide away. And soon I was left once again, all alone.

Soon there was another sound, and it was not the sound of my voice or any other voice, but a ringing…. like a ringing from a phone…

My eyes fluttered open while the ringing continued; as I opened my eyes I saw the sky like ceiling that I recognized to be the one of my bedroom. I knew it was my bedroom ceiling from it’s sponged blue and white that I had painted with my sister to resemble the sky of where we had grown up, a sky that was the perfect color of blue with wonderful fluffy cotton like clouds. I remembered lying in the grass holding my sister’s hand and giggling of all the sorts of animals we could see formed in those clouds. Though those days seemed ages ago, and the ringing in the background still continued…

“Ugh…” I had tried to get up from where I was lying, and I noticed I was on the floor, and as I sat up my head felt as if I had the worst hung over in the world plus as if someone had banged it against the wall forty times. As I sat up I realized I was sitting on the horrible green olive rug my mother had brought me back from one of her outings to Mexico, as well as the horrible shape that my room was in. I pulled my legs towards my chest and looked around me unsteadily, seeing everything unclear at first, I could see hangers and clothes on the floor, my walk in closet door opened and books and magazines un top of my dresser and nightstand.

The ringing still continued…

Finally since I had woken up I had taken a look at what I was wearing and began to hyperventilate rapidly. I was covered in splashes of red; it was over my knee length jean skirt and my white blouse.

“My god…” I cried out loud turning my hands with my palms facing up so I could take a look at them, noticing that they too were covered in red, I instantly knew that it was blood.

“What…” I asked myself, tears swelling once again in my eyes feeling my whole body shiver with fear.

The ringing was still there…

I put a hand to my forehead to steady myself, noticing that there was a cut right about my eye, bleeding profusely. Yet somehow I knew it wasn’t the blood that I was entirely covered in.

One part of me was overjoyed to know that the rational part of thinking of my mind was clueing into the situation, but the other part of my mind wanted no part of it and wished to indulge in denial.

I turned to my right side looking to the floor close to the purple velvet material of my bed skirt, and I saw half of what seemed to be a plastic bottle. As my shivering hand went to pick it up I noticed that it was a bottle of pills that now I noticed were all over the floor. I brought the bottle up to my eyes with my shaking hands and read the label written on the bottle out loud to myself:

“Miss. Evangeline M. Marigold…Zolpidem for Insomnia…. 2 pills every 4 hours…Side Effects include: drowsiness, upset stomach, vomiting, headache, dry mouth, muscle aches…Overdose symptoms: fast/irregular heartbeat, chest pain, fever, behavior changes, mental confusion, abnormal thinking/dreams, depression, hallucinations…in emergency of any of these symptoms please contact your family doctor or an emergency number…”

I dropped the bottle to the floor suddenly as if I were holding burning hot coals, and looked again to my hands that were covered in blood that I knew did not belong to me.

Again I heard the ringing…

Soon I remembered that there was a phone on my nightstand so I immediately turned around and saw it there, a black cordless phone right beside and empty glass, with the light flashing on and off as it rang. I reached for it, still sitting on the floor, and looked at the call display, unfortunately the number was a ‘private’ one. I took a deep breath and steadied my hand and pressed the “on” button and put the receiver to my ear and finally answered…

“…Hello?” I asked. I don’t know why I feel so frightened, but it feels like the devil himself is on the other line waiting for me, taunting me.

There was no answer, but I could here someone else’s breathing and this time I knew it was not mine.

I tried to gather up some courage and sound more demanding and answered “Hello?” once again.

I waited a few more seconds when finally someone answered, it was a deep rusty voice, of course that of a man, but who.

“Hi…” the voice had said, “…is this Miss. Marigold?”

“Uh…yes…who’s asking?” I cautiously responded.

“Marigold, that is a beautiful last name that is.” He answered in an English accent that I was sure was only heard in the suburbs. And then I remembered, that I was English myself, and that I lived in an apartment directly across from “Hyde Park”, a street called “Half Moon St.” in Mayfair, Central London with my sister, or did I? I could not remember.

“Are you there?” the mysterious voice had asked me.

“Uhh yes…I mean thank you…sorry, but who you?” My heart taking a leap at the question I had just asked.

“Sorry Miss., any who, you are probably wondering why I am calling?” I knew this question as rhetorical, but he waited for me to answer it still. I began to get quite frustrated and his insolent politeness began to get on my nerves, which are already quite fired up on their own for some unsolved reason.

“Yes I am…” I tried to sound stern, but to no avail.

“I know what you did…” the voice through the receiver said to me, sounding to me more awful then ever, I put my hand to my chest fearing the worst and I said, “…What?”

“I know what you did...” he said again more sternly then before, I began to cry immediately and silently and I closed my eyes for a second, where I found those red fiery eyes staring at me, so I opened my eyes just as fast as I had closed them.

The man continued, “…I know what you did…and I know what your doing…and what your thinking…” I wondered to myself before he continued, ‘…how could he know so much about me, who was this man who had interrupted my life at a moment where it seemed as I was trying to end it...’ and I gave a sideward glance to the bottle and the pills lying around the floor.

“…You are thinking…how can I loose weight for that New Year’s Party that is one month ahead, that is what you are thinking!” he ended his line that I noticed to be nothing other than a telemarketing line for apparently diet pills and I was just being paranoid.

“What? Are you selling weight loss pills?” I asked him, trying to confirm what I had been thinking.

“Why yes Miss., I am, and I just want to say these…” He did not have time to finish, because I had turned the “off” button on the phone and for some outraged reason, I through it across the room where it hit the wall and broke into two.

I shook my head trying to get some sense in there and looked towards the alarm clock on my nightstand, which indicated that it was 9:46 pm on November 6th, and I wondered to myself how long I had been lying on the floor on top of the olive green rug.

I did not notice how shaky my legs were until I tried to get up. When I finally managed to get up I turned facing mirror on my dresser, and as soon as I laid eyes on my reflection, tears began to fall out of my eyes as if it were natural, and even after time and time again of crying, it seemed as there were no end to it, or to the pain that I was feeling at this time.

With one hand on the dresser to steady myself, I looked at my face and at the swollen cut above my eye that continued to slowly bleed down my face. I found out that I must of gone out at some point in the day because I was wearing make up, at this point though, the mascara made each of my eyes looked like those of a raccoon, and the blush on my cheeks against my pale skin only made my face look more swollen. My dark black hair was now matted and covered in a tangle of blood from my cut, or what I hoped was my cut.

“Agh!” I screamed as loud as I could, stumbling backwards onto my bed, because what I saw before me was not I anymore, but someone else. I had only recognized one thing from this…thing, which were its eyes. Those terrifying blood colored eyes were now staring back at me, this time it had a face as well as a body. Though it seemed as if it were wrapped in a dark thick hooded cloak, therefore the fact that it had a face and a body was pointless to me now, because I still could not see whom it was, or what it was.

Breathing rapidly once more I put my hand to my mouth, fearing what would happen next, though the shadowy figure did nothing, but gaze into my eyes, and I into its. Literally seeing fire moving around as if there were nothing inside its hollow head but fire, and its eyes were its windows to look inside.

I on the other side was at a loss for words, I could not scream nor ask any questions, I just sat on the edge of my bed in shock, waiting for something to happen. I did not know if I should ask questions, if I should talk, or if I should just simply scream as loud as I could for someone to come and wake me and tell me that this is all part of some strange nightmare.

“…Who…are…you…?” I formed the words in nothing but a whisper that I did not think anyone but I could hear.

The cloaked figure did nothing, its eyes still on mine, yet suddenly it turned and looked to it’s left, my right, where the door was to the hallway. I do not know why, but I felt I understood what it was telling me. I looked at its eyes, telling me to leave the room, telling me to follow the hallway down, telling me to go into the kitchen.

I got up as if in a trance, standing straight, my shoulders pushed back and my arms hanging loosely at my sides and I began to walk slowly out the door, the eyes of the figure in my mirror were still upon me, burning holes through my back.

Once I had reached the hallway my trance finished when I saw the marks of blood stained hands on both walls heading towards my room. I stopped walking and put my hand on the palm blood stain on the wall and found out they were mine, and almost remembered walking down the hallway before, earlier tonight. As I started walking again, I opened my arms out putting them on the walls, each hand on the opposite wall gliding over the stains of blood that were going to the opposite direction, until I stopped where the swinging door to the kitchen was.

The kitchen door I remembered once as being yellow, a bright colored canary sun like color, my sister told me that she I should paint it yellow as well as the entire kitchen because the kitchen is where the happiness was, that was where people drank and ate, where we would cook, where we would joke around…my lip trembled at these thoughts. The door was yellow no more; in my mind it was a giant red door with giant red plate where hands once pushed it to swing it open. The door grew and grew, and my sobs became louder. As the door grew and became a brighter red, I felt myself crouching near the opposite wall, bringing my knees to myself once more and burring my face in my arms and knees.

“What’s happening?” I cried, my sob making me stutter. “WHAT HAPPENED?” I yelled loudly this time.

I got up determined and willing to open the giant red door, and closed my eyes and put my hand on the metal plate and pushed the door slowly open…. but what I saw was something beyond anyone’s nightmare…

“No…no…no…NO…” I screamed and fell to my knees helplessly.

The entire kitchen was now red and more immense then I had remembered it to be before, the cupboards, the fridge, the table and the chairs. They were all giant size and all the same fiery red color, the same color red in the eyes of the figure that was in the mirror in my room. I suddenly felt like I had eaten the wrong side of the mushroom, and had shrunken down into an insignificant speck of a human in my own kitchen. In the cupboard island in middle of the kitchen I saw splashes of black like paint, that trailed along towards the sink, the sink too was covered in it and some was spilling down from what I could see. My eyes followed the spilling black ‘stuff’ towards the floor where my breath had caught inside me, where I saw a pair of legs lying on the floor, but I could only see the feet of the limp body, the cupboard island covered the rest of the it.

I lifted myself off the floor walking towards the body, of who it was from, I did not know, though as I walked the whole red room moved with me, it kept spinning round and round, like as if my whole kitchen were placed on a carousel. I had my hand on the cupboard island, steadying myself as I walked, when I turned the corner of the island I saw the whole figure of the body that was on the floor, the body of someone that I knew, someone that I loved…

“…Al….” I whispered kneeling by the body putting my hands on his chest where it had numerous punctured wounds that bled him to death. “Alvin?” I cried out once again putting my hand on his cheek. “Nooo…” I closed my eyes once more, but this time, there wasn’t darkness, I saw something else, something vivid…

It was a church, with two giant windows at the alter where the sun would burst in through the stained glass, colors of blues, yellows and green dancing on the floor. I could see people, many people seated at the rows and rows of seats, they all looked as though they were bursting with joy, except for a woman who wept silently yet happily in the very front row. There were a great amount of lilacs everywhere I looked, and I soon paid attention to the two people who stood at the alter in front of what looked to be a very old priest. The man who was the groom was very handsome, his light brown hair combed back nicely, his blue eyes shinning, and a slight smile played across his lips. The woman standing next to him, the bride was wearing a beautiful white gown, simple and elegant, reminding me of the 1920’s, with a giant bow that flowed and left a trail behind. I saw the maid of honor standing beside the bride and I recognized her at once, but my mind paid more attention to what the priest was saying:

“Do you Alvin Baron Sterling take Evangeline Mala Marigold to be your wife, for the good and bad, through health and sickness until death do you apart?”

“I do.” The groom answered immediately.

“And do you Evangeline Mala Marigold take Alvin Baron Sterling to be your husband, for the good and bad, through health and sickness until death do you apart?” he asked again, this time directed to bride who I knew now was me.

“I do.” I saw myself smile happily and gave a glance to my maid of honor, my sister.

I soon remembered in my mind that the day that I married Al, was probably the best and happiest day of my life, which soon brought me back to reality…

“…Alvin!! Wake up?” I asked him shaking his shoulders my tears falling on his chest. “Wake up!” I softly cried out again. “Please don’t be dead! I need you! I can’t loose you too!”

Too...Now I remembered, I had lost someone else, my older sister Angela, she died, it was years ago, but the pain of the memory along with the pain of the death of Alvin stirred inside me.

I remember the day that Angela died like it was painfully yesterday…

“Mum…there is something I have to tell you…” I breathed in, Al’s hand on my shoulder. “Something happened…to…Angie…”

“What? What is it? I hope this is no more problems about Angie staying with you guys still?” My mum had answered me worriedly.

Now I recall, when I closed my eyes that very day, I saw those two fiery eyes staring at me for what I thought was the first time ever, and at the time, I had ignored it, but that’s when the dark figure began to haunt me.

“…It’s Angie…she’s dead…” I started crying and my mum gasped, “…she was found with her wrists cut in our washroom mum…she committed suicide.” My mum was crying on the other end.

I was crying and I hung up the phone and cried into Al’s arms, he held me, but there was only one thing that I could see, the same thing that I saw now…

When I opened my eyes the dark figure’s eyes were gone, but my husband still lay dead, murdered.

“Who did this? How did this happen!” I yelled out so loud this time that my voice broke out on me.

“…Do you really want to know?” A woman’s voice that sent chills up my spine and back down again answered behind me.

I whipped around and saw the same-cloaked figure standing there.

“You did this! YOU KILLED HIM!” I yelled at it, hugging Al’s face to myself.

“Did I?” it responded, the iciness of its voice made me feel cold.

“Who are you?” I called out again.

The figure did not answer but it bent down and picked something that laid at Al’s feet and handed it to me, a wooden end covered in black like paint, when I touched it I felt like an electrifying shock up and down my body and the whole room turned to its regular state, though all the marks that were black were now red, and the wooden ended thing in my hand was a huge knife covered in blood. I looked down at Al’s body and blood now seemed like more than before, the figure, now standing, still stood in front of me. But I was in a trance once again…I was remembering…

…I was sitting at the table, it was five to six, and I was recalling out loud my nightmares to Al as he washed the dishes at the sink. I had been an insomniac and suffered from occasional hallucinations ever since my sister’s death, and I had been taking pills that had been prescribed to me by my doctor, and even though I slept now, I had horrible nightmares and I always felt as though I was being watched.

“I don’t know what to do Al.” I had said putting the weight of my head on my hand, which was on the table.

“I don’t know Vange, all I know is that its been five years and you just seem like you can’t get Angie’s death out of your mind. I knew we should have moved homes, this house, it just seems to have too many memories of that night.” He answered me and kept on washing the dishes.

Now looking back at this moment, I remember acting differently, and I remember seeing the cloaked figure in the room beside me, though I did not talk to it, nor did I say anything, I simply slipped into a trance and began walking towards the kitchen cupboard island, the eyes of the figure burning into my back then, like they had today.

I went to knives stand and pulled out the largest one as I asked Al:

“What should I do about the eyes that follow me all day Al?”

“What?” he asked me turning around and looking at me in horror, he looked at me as if I was a different person, and that infuriated me.

I remember plunging towards him and stabbing him in the chest, not once, not twice, but over and over again, both my hands on the handle, him on the floor, and I kept stabbing and stabbing away, until I realized that I was out of my trance. I then stopped.

I had got up, walked backwards and dropped the knife at his feet, and ran out of the kitchen putting my hands on the walls to keep myself up, feeling faint. I reached my room, which was messy due to the packing that we were doing, because we were planning on visiting his parents for a few days. I went straight for the glass of water and bottle of pills by my night stand and opened it up shaking them to my hand and dropping all of them on the floor as well as the bottle, though ten pills still remained in my hand. I stuffed them all in my mouth, and drank some water and swallowed back, soon I felt dizzy and remembered falling to the floor and hitting the side of my face on the dresser corner…

“Nooo…I didn’t kill him…you made me! You are always there! You, you!” I yelled pointing at the figure. It just stood there, motionless.

“Just like I killed your sister?” The figure now asked me.

“Yes, you killed her too! You were watching me when we were fighting about her staying here for so long. She had just lost her job and she had been staying in my house, free loading off all my things, and you made me get mad at her! You made me get the knife! She screamed when she saw the look on my face, just like Al screamed when he saw me tonight! You made me push her when she was in the shower! You made me slit her wrists! You made me kill her!” I was crying now at the point that was uncontrollable, and my head was banging inside my skull.

“Your right.” The figure now said. “It was I.”

“I knew it…” I breathed out, my eyes still on the figures burning eyes.

The dark hooded figures hands were finally visible, and it brought the one hand to its cloaked head, and brought the hood down.

“It can’t be…” I whispered, my eyes feeling like they were burning.

The figure though, now uncloaked but with eyes still burning, had shoulder length black hair, a pale face, with hollow cheeks. Its lips were a pout and very pale like its skin, this figure was no stranger, this figure was a woman, this figure…it was I.

“This is not real…you aren’t real!” I yelled at it shaking my pointed finger, it simply smirked at me.

“Of course I’m real…I’m you.” It responded still smirking at me, which made me want to make it go away even more.

“You can’t be me! I’m me! I’M ME!” I yelled at it once more.

The figure’s smirk grew into a smile, and the smile began to turn into laughter, the most evil sound I had ever heard in my life.

“Stop it!” I yelled. “Go away!”

Though she kept laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing…

“Vange…Vange…Evangeline!” I felt two strong arms shake me roughly.

I woke up and sat up rapidly, breathing in and out rapidly. I noticed the covers I was tucked under, and that I was wearing a nightgown, then I saw Al sitting beside me.

“Are you alright? Did you have another dream about your sister?” he asked me with concern in his eyes.

I looked into those eyes of his and asked, “Is Angie dead?”

“Honey, we talked about this, she is dead, she isn’t coming back, and it isn’t your fault.” He responded.

“…My fault…” I whispered to myself. “What day is it today?” I hurriedly asked him.

“Why it’s 3 o’ clock in the morning on November 6th, why?”

I began to ponder in my mind about the dream that I had, the dream that had explained everything to me about my sister’s death, and about what would be Al’s death.

As I lay back down on my pillow I began to think that there was something a lot worse going on with me then simply nightmares and insomnia, there was something wrong with me, something evil.

“It’s alright sweetie, I’m sure you will feel more like yourself later on in the day.” And he kissed my forehead, and turned the lights off and went to sleep.

But I still laid there awake, glaring at the ceiling resembling now the nights sky, looking at the figure that hovered above me with blazing fiery red eyes, which smirked at me.

I could simply feel the smirk playing across my lips as I stared into the blazing eyes of the figure, as I did this I mumbled a whisper and said:

“...I feel more like myself already…”


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Date:2004-10-28 23:57
Subject:Poor fluffly cakes!!!!
Mood: nervous
Music:Hotel California - Eagles

Putting my head inside my cat's head is the worst thing imaginable, because a simple trip like going to the vet can be shattering for a creature so small, and even now, a day after, I feel when I look into my cat's eyes, like he is hurt, or he is wondering why we put him through that?

I can't stand seeing him inside his cage, it just hurts to see him looking so scared, and even more so with his little shaved patch of hair missing from his chest. Im just truly hoping that he is gonna be alright, because I cannot even imagine how it would be for my family and i if anything happened to him. I personally could not bear it. And to all those people who think animals are so much less in the chain of what's valuable compared to people, well they can maybe just....


I hate people who think like that, because they obviously do not understand how it is to have someone else in the family who isn't a human, but a cat, or a dog, or any other species for that matter.

It troubles me to think someone can live with a dog or cat for so many years and when their death comes around think "oh well it's just a dog/cat". It bothers me that there are people like that. Stupid people!

Just like those people who want to ban pit-bulls now from Ontario, because there is a coincidence of attacks on humans by them. How is it those pit-bulls faults. It is the responsibility of the owner for what they do, not the dogs, and I do not think banning them is fair, to the people that own them, and to the animal itself. Any animal can be trained to be agressive you cannot just blame the entire breed. That's exaclty like stereotyping humans, something that we pretend we do not do.

I guess it's hard to expect for us humans not to treat animals right when we can't even treat humans right either.

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Date:2004-10-28 23:52

I don't even know who she is!!!!!

You're Brigitte Bardot!

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Date:2004-10-28 23:49

You're the cheerful smile,the one that's truly
happy with almost everything you do and would
never change your life.

What Kind of Smile are You?
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Date:2004-10-28 23:42

Yah this was a real shocker!!!

harry potter

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Date:2004-10-28 23:41

I would love to know why if this is the type of romantic i am, then why do I get a huge ass picture of a girl who is half naked, meh! I will not question!

youre soft on the inside but have a protective
shell so you dont melt for all things
sentimental. while youre not going to forget
what's important to you, youre also open to
romance in whatever form it might take. youll
hav an amazing vday, whether you spend it w/ a
cute boy, or hav a girls' night out.

how romantic are you?
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Date:2004-10-28 23:37

Dark shadow. Something has drawn you into darkness
in the past, and you're now trying to get out
of it. The darkness is already inside you, and
getting it out will be hard, but if you try,
maybe one day you can be who you want to be
again. Don't give in!!!

Please rate ^^

What kind of dark person are you?
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Date:2004-10-28 23:33

You represent... happiness.
You represent... happiness.
Boy, are you full of cheer or what...? You have a
sunny disposition and enjoy trying to spread
your happiness. You have a tendency to be a
little hyper, but you have the ability to make
your own fun no matter what.

What feeling do you represent?
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Date:2004-10-28 23:24

You came from the flowers. Innocent, cute, you see
the world in a rainbow colored perpective.
Happy, but sometimes a bit foolish.

Where did you come from?
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Date:2004-10-28 23:19

Your anime hair color is green.

What is your anime hair color?
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Date:2004-10-28 23:12

You're a "Pink Angel". Now, just because
it may be a little bit of a feminin color
doesn't mean you're all girly and whiney.
You're very self-less and love to bring good
news to people because you like seeing people
happy. You have better manners than most and
people love how polite you can be. You're
friends love that they hardley ever get in
arguments with you and can barely get mad at
you! You're friends and family mean so much to
you and it takes more than a fight to break you
away from them.

What Color Angel Are You? (ANIME PICS)
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Date:2004-10-28 23:00

You're a Winter. You very much enjoy your time
alone but do like other people's company
sometimes. You just need your space. You have a
few priviledged friends who saw past your
colder exterior to find the true you. You can
have pretty bad mood swings (though you hate to
admit it) so you could be soft one second then
storming around the next! But over all, you're
a very pleasant person once people take the
time to get to know you. You're a good friend
for in-depth talks. You're very talanted when
it comes to creative things.

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Date:2004-10-28 00:23
Mood: excited




For all your Harry Potter needs!!

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Date:2004-10-28 00:08

snow fairy
You are like the snow fairy, she is very beautiful,
she has the power to make things beautiful, but
She is sometimes quite selfish, and spends most
of the time she should be using her magic
staring at her self in the mirror. Other than
the fact that she is vain and selfish. She is
a nice person, when she IS actually using her
magic, her powers are great, and she is very

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Date:2004-10-27 23:56

ex light
You're like a fairy. Fairies were the little pixies
that usually lived in the forest with wings
like butterflies and perfect little faces.
they had brown or blonde hair and pale skin
with freckles. They were entergetic, joyful,
playful, very smart, and peaceful. Fairies are
deffinately the most famous of all fantasy

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Date:2004-10-27 23:51
Subject:Can't BELIEVE how much this sounds like me!!!!
Mood: surprised
Music:Fly - Hilary Duff

You belong to the world between light and darkness.
You belong in the world of balance, where
everything has two sides and everything is not
always what it appears on the outside. Of
course, if you have a sense of humor, you may
find employment as a sarcastic comedian. If
not, enjoy the choices that are presented to
you through life, they will always have two
sides to them,one which leads you to the light,
and the other which entrenches you in darkness.
Walk on with hope, my friend.

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Date:2004-10-27 23:31


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Date:2004-10-27 23:24

You Are Avril Lavigne!

A bit hardcore on the outside...
But sweet and sensitive on the inside.
"It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life"

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Date:2004-10-27 22:42
Subject:Problems with Writing
Mood: bored
Music:The Calling - Wherever you will go

I adopted a cute lil' pikachu fetus
from Fetusmart! Hooray fetus!


Do you ever find that when your perfectly content that you can never write a thing?

I was just thinking that right now in the perfect and mellow state that I am at, I just can't even come up with a poem that I would like to write, or a story for that matter. I mean it seems that when I really feel like writing is when Im flying off the brink.

But it makes me think the state of authors from the beginning of history, can you write when you are happy? I mean it seems like such nonsense, but the most infamous plays of Shakespeare are of tragedy and death. Even Harry Potter is about tragedy, the mere fact that Harry Potter is who is is because he is famous for destroying an evil lord. Who happened to KILL his parents. So ya, tragedy there too.

But who would read a story with no tragedy at all?

Is a story even the remotely interesting when there is no threat on society? When there is no one trying to achieve the imanagible of taking over the world?

I guess that would simply make a story boring? You need a need a villain.

Star Wars would not be Star Wars without Darth Vader, and Harry Potter would not be Harry Potter with out Lord Voldermort!!

And on another note, I would just like to add to all those IDIOTS out there, that it is DARTH VADER not DARK VADER! Morons!! As I found out in my Villains class, most people think it is Dark.

Anywho that concludes the rant of today.

"Do or Do Not. There is no try."

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