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Mayhematmidnight: April 2007
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A dash in the forest Moonlight a’twinkle A mischievous grin Tricks all a’spin. Sunday, April 29, 2007. Oops Some of these are out of focus. I blame my mom. No actually it's Wesley's fault. He was trying to go manual and be all photo with my mom who just learned which button takes the picture. Do I press this thing here? BTW, I'm stealing some of Laura's photos. Hehe. I'm really starting to wonder what that actually was. Posted by Integrity at 7:13 PM. Thursday, April 26, 2007. Tuesday, April 24, 2007.
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Mayhematmidnight: October 2006
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A dash in the forest Moonlight a’twinkle A mischievous grin Tricks all a’spin. Tuesday, October 31, 2006. And Here Is Halloween! I made my skirt all by myslef. It's big enough for two people even. *caugh* Chris *Giggle*). Um Not sure what they are. but dressed up for sure! Broken doll and Save The World Girl. AWW (I have those wings too. Hehe). Guys looking.well, like themselves. Posted by Integrity at 4:34 PM. Monday, October 16, 2006. Retractable Sharpie.I mean awesome old JMC photography. I had sooo m...
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Mayhematmidnight: November 2006
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A dash in the forest Moonlight a’twinkle A mischievous grin Tricks all a’spin. Wednesday, November 29, 2006. UC applications are off and away. Hooray! Freedom finds me once again, at least for the moment. I can enjoy random days, and call forth my silly ways. I wrote these in the midst of all the hectic-ness, inspired by the rush of what exactly? Behind the guiding hands. Is safety from expanses. Like neatly trimmed trees. That stand as guardians at attention. The fingers will unclench,. My eyes still ar...
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Project Shut Up: Definition of insanity
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My way of trying to prevent myself from talking my friends to death. Monday, December 11, 2006. What is the definition of insanity? Ah, Mental Health. How can we live on this Earth and not be crazy? To err is human, right? The brain is so big and confusing and complicated, something's bound to go wrong! And everyone has their own little form of psychosis. Yay! I don't know, I just don't know what. I can't put my finger on it. What am I doing differently? Am I hurting you? Am I upsetting you? Or go dumpst...
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Project Shut Up: I am from condradiction
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My way of trying to prevent myself from talking my friends to death. Wednesday, December 13, 2006. I am from condradiction. But at least I can be happy in my sorrow. How does that work? I'm sad, but I'm happy about it. I cry with a smile on my face. I love with a broken heart and a song in there too. I see the small things, raindrops, and they excite me, yet they depress me. This isn't the definition of bipolar, you're not supposed to have it at the same time! Why am I like this? The tempest of my heart.
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Project Shut Up: Finally I knew everything I dreamed was true...
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My way of trying to prevent myself from talking my friends to death. Sunday, February 04, 2007. Finally I knew everything I dreamed was true. I've never been more sure of my feelings for Sweety: I am in love with him! I know, I know, he's only a freshman. And I totally didn't think I *could* fall in love with him. I thought I was going to be in love with Red Delicious forever. But next thing I knew I had fallen out of love with Red Delicious! And then, I was in love with Sweety! Eat that rules of love!
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Project Shut Up: Comments, Questions, Feedback
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My way of trying to prevent myself from talking my friends to death. Monday, December 11, 2006. Comments, Questions, Feedback. This is my fifth post of the day. Do you think I'm sufficiently bored? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Get your wicca on. A Space in which to Wander. Suicide Of A Butterfly. Sexiest And Funniest Man Alive. I am from condradiction. Some things never change. Looking Back Part 2. Comments, Questions, Feedback. Going through the motions.
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Project Shut Up: Don't Panic
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My way of trying to prevent myself from talking my friends to death. Wednesday, December 13, 2006. The immortal words of Douglas Adams. A great man. And all through this craze and chaos, that's all I can hear: Don't panic. My mind's ear telling myself not to freak, not to lose my cool. There's school, yes of course, and guys. And life. Don't forget about life! My chemicals, the ones in my brain, stir knavishly, plotting against me. What will they decide? What horror will they place upon me today? Wednesd...
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Project Shut Up: Apocalypse
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My way of trying to prevent myself from talking my friends to death. Monday, December 11, 2006. I've been thinking of changing my name to Apocalypse. Or possibly Lilith the Apocalypse. But then I'd feel as if I was encroaching on the Venetians' way of nicknaming, i.e., Peter the Disconcerting (although he's not very disconcerting! He's such a sweety. D) Or just have someone's. PS: Dark Sun, the coolest name EVER! Other than Apocalypse, of course. Tuesday, December 12, 2006 10:40:00 AM. Another thing abou...
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Project Shut Up: I Like The Roses
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My way of trying to prevent myself from talking my friends to death. Sunday, February 04, 2007. I Like The Roses. She sat on her old, moth bitten bed staring at the phone. She reached over, her hand shaking. Her hand closed tight around the receiver. As the telephone neared her, she took a deep slow breath. She exhaled. With her other quivering hand, she pressed button after button with a cold finger. She pulled the phone to her ear and listened carefully to each ring…. 8220;Fine. You? 8220;But I do!
