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Name: Someone
Gender: Female
Interests: I write poetry and short stories that will be completed. I play the piano and try to write down the songs I create, but alas I never get around to it. My ideas reside in my head and no amount of weak notebook paper can hold my notes.
Expertise: Depends on my mood. Set me infront of a piano when I'm in a depressed mood and haunting notes can send shivers up your spine. My words will sing you a melody that only your nightmares can comprehend. My poetry with forever verse it's words in your mind... and you will succum to my sadness...
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Member Since:
12/19/2005
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| I'm leaving this xanga site behind. I think it's time that I move on. I don't relate to Sallow Sorrow anymore, and I think that it would be better, for both of us, if we broke it off. *sniff* So yes, my new xanga site is O_oCANDISEo_O You would have never guessed that it was me right? :D Hope to see you again, some day! *waves sadly* | | |
| So I’ve finally gotten rid of Sonic. Well, they more or less got rid of me, but it’s all good. One way or another, I don’t have to see that place again . . . until my final check. And if I don’t pick it up, they can always mail it to me. So there, no more Sonic. I think that I’ll concentrate on my scholarships now. If you want the full story, visit my blog at DailyAgenda.blogspot.com | | |
| Well, I suppose I should make another entry; however, I have no idea what this will be about. Therefore, this will be nothing but rambling . . . on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on Hrmph. I'm pretty sure that most of you just scrolled right past all of that. You know that you're supposed to read every last word to get the main idea right? I typed every last word - didn't even copy and paste! ^_^ Scouts honor. Anyhoo, life's been good to me. I quit my job at Arby's a while ago, and then I got another one at Wal-Mart . . . which I quit the other day . . . . I currently don't have a job so if you guys know of any openings, I'd be happy to hear about them! I've been learning HTML lately and you can see an example of my work at the link below. Yep! I'm real proud of myself! http://www.vampirefreaks.com/cult/Hardcore_Poets Anything else I've been up to? Ummm I guess you could say that I've been taking it easy. Work hasn't been too stressful - especially now =[) - and I've just been hanging out with my best friend Kari. Well, I'm running out of wind, so I'll just wrap this up. I'll post again whenever I actually have something to talk about. This was just an update, really. Heh. Yeah, a long update . . . ~~Bye-Byes~~ | | |
| How come some people know that something’s wrong with them, but never do anything to fix it? My dad’s like this, but he can’t help it sometimes. He knows that his time is coming to an end, yet he still chooses to live unhealthily. He’s lost thirty pounds, sure, but he doesn’t keep it up. What he does is he’ll stop eating for a week straight and loose maybe ten pounds. The next week he’ll eat sweets and greasy food products, and none of this is healthy. On top of his nasty eating habits, he’ll go out every night to drink beer and then drive home under the influence. I’ll admit that I do the same, but I’m a little more secretive about it than he is. I know if he comes home drunk or not just by looking in the refrigerator. If there’s a McDonald’s carry-out bag with my name on it, he came home drunk. If not, he came home sober. It’s the guilty conscience that makes him feel like he needs to give me something or not. Some people can’t help it, but be unhealthy. They feel that need to drink away their pain. I once heard my dad talk about how he feels like a million dollars when he drinks. He says, he doesn’t know how he even lived without it for so long. The bottom line is it’s not healthy for him. If he doesn’t stop soon, he’s going to end having another trauma attack. He’s got a heart disease, and he can’t control it. But I don’t blame him. | | |
| So, I'll be stuck here for a little while. It wont be for too long -- just until I graduate -- just 40 days. . . Without a car. . . Without a job. . . Without a life. . . Yeah, I think I can do this. It should be a piece of cake. I'll graduate in no time. It'll seem like hours! Not the. . . days weeks months that it's really going to be. So YES! I can do this. Not a prob. Not a care in the world. . . . . . . Alright, someone had better come save me quick because I'm not going to last much longer in here. I mean come on! It's only been a DAY! And look at me. I'm slowly loosing my sanity. You can see it can't you? I know that it's been running away all this time, but now it really has a reason to go. By the time this is all over, I'll be a Vegetable! SAVE ME! . . . . . . Ignore that little rant there. I'm completely on top of things. Seriously. I'm completely on top of things. On things, I'm completely on top of. Completely on top. Right. Yes. Hmm. Maybe. . . | | |
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