| A simple poem, off the cuff (no editing done) |
[03 Dec 2009|12:56am] |
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Alex (Clazziquai) - Flowerpot |
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The sun rises,
bright, flaring disk,
over dark plains.
Morning has come,
cold, damp, promising.
I am awake,
from dreaming rest,
as never before.
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[30 Nov 2009|04:40pm] |
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CSI: Crime Scene Investigation |
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People do not teach their children boundaries these days. For example, by the time I seven or eight I knew not to go crawl up in the bushes in front my neighbor's house, peek into the window, and make scratching noises and hiss at the cat in the window. The little shits in my neighborhood, however, can't seem to grasp the concept that doing that is wrong. I'd go out there and give the little bastards a piece of my mind if I wasn't sick and in my pj's.
I guess I shouldn't have expected manners from the brats considering how, a year or so ago, they thought it would be fun to randomly open the front door and let the cats outside. It was unlocked because it was daylight and my dad and I were both home. That, of course, does not happen anymore; the front door is locked and/or barred at all times now. As it should be, honestly.
Maybe it's because the kids on the cul-de-sac I live in are mostly boys. (There are a few girls and I haven't had any problems with them.) I don't know. I do know that if it happens again, I'm going to scare the crap out of 'em. And if their parents say anything to me, well, I'll just tell them they should teach their kids not to peep into other people's windows.
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[26 Nov 2009|06:44pm] |
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X-Men: Evoltuion |
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Happy Thanksgiving!
(To those of you who celebrate it, that is.)
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[23 Nov 2009|09:41pm] |
Things in La Push were far from okay, at least the way Leah Clearwater saw everything. She was eighteen years old, newly graduated from high school, and she should have been having the time of her life with her boyfriend, the man that she was someday going to marry. But that was the complete opposite of what was happening. Sam had been acting weird since the summer, even disappearing for days on end, leaving his mother and Leah to worry themselves sick over what was happening to him. Leah remembered the night he'd come back. He had been shaking and scared, and his skin was hot to the touch like he was running a fever or something. Her Sam couldn't have been involved with drugs or anything like that. Everyone thought that he was the best thing to happen to the reservation in years, an intelligent young man with plenty of leadership skills and a beautiful, capable woman by his side.
Except that now the beautiful woman by his side was her cousin Emily, her former best friend and Sam's new girlfriend. One day, Emily had been over at Leah's house, and Sam had dropped by unexpectedly, and that was it. He looked as if he was a blind man seeing the sun for the first time, except he was looking at Emily, not at Leah. Within days, Leah found herself pushed to the side, and she couldn't help but feel a small, secret vindication after her pretty cousin got mauled by that bear. And as if to make matters worse, Jared and Paul, two guys who had been her friends in school and who had sympathized with her about Sam, had started running around with him and all but stopped speaking to her. The three of them had cut their hair short and were hardly ever seen out of one another's company. The younger boys were starting to get in on it, too. Embry, a friend of Jake's, was hanging out with them now, too. It made Leah wonder exactly what they were up to, but she had no desire to spend time around Sam ever again.
Parking her dad's pickup near First Beach, she hopped down from the cab and went to go sit on a piece of driftwood, staring at the waves as they crashed into shore. As she watched the water, her thoughts continued drifting over the events of the past few months, wondering how and why everything had to get so fucked up so quickly.
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[23 Nov 2009|02:37pm] |
Okay getting my shit organized is always so much fun. But I'm trying here really I am!
Okay need to get my ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif) crackitup together. Amelia is so in limbo right now IDK what's going on so I thinks I need to get on emailings. Liam as well needs to post and plot.
Is ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) unforgiven still on board to come back to life? Millicent and Roger really do need to raise a kidlet together and I need my Jamie Bamber fix.
darkestdays is doing well. I am of course overloading myself with characters but I can't help wanting to revive old char's that I loved. One more and I'm done. I swear. HOWEVER PEOPLE LOOKING TO MIX THINGS UP! LOOK AT THIS AWESOME WANTED CHARACTERS LIST Ahem. That is all. Well actually no, Kostya kstya really wants a sister but that could be a touchy one to play. Conor omearac really wants his right hand man and uhm... yeah
Ariana is set to really really miss Aberforth which will undoubtedly be bad for anyone in her remote vicinity at lockewood. Anyone want to play an Albus? Or a Gellert? IT'D BE FANTASTICAL!
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| Jumping on the bandwagon! |
[23 Nov 2009|11:26am] |
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Comment below and I will tell you which of your characters that I've played against are my favorites and why I love them. Then repost this in your own journal.
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[22 Nov 2009|07:55pm] |
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"everybody lies it's a basic truth of human condition that everybody lies, the only variable is about what" by house
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