Friday, February 27, 2009

I'm truly sorry, I've nothing to blog. My life is uninteresting, boring if I may say so myself. I need adventure, or summer. Summer. I miss the sun! Please come out sun, come see me!
My week: Coughing, being sick, avoiding/procrastinating doing homework, laughing w/ mum, mum buzzing my hair off, listening to music. Oh and searching craigslist for a super cheap sewing machine.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
I have a buttload of tule and pretty fabrics but no sewing machine.
For PE we are doing the balance beam - much fun! - and I really want to sew myself a tutu. We get to have our own costumes!
We also get to choose our own music and I am trying to think of something zesty but balance-able. You see, if I pick something exciting and dancey then I might get a rush of overconfidence and do something embarrassing. But then again, I don't really need music for that. And also, it is GRR because I have to do a memorized and written-down routine. I can't even be spontaneous. grr.

Current tunes:
Breaking Benjamin
Three Days Grace
System Of A Down
And a 'lil hip-hop mixed in here and there.

Friday, February 20, 2009

this kinda makes me happy

Life forever a chase
to escape from the voices
A familiar face
an answer to her choices

This girl has been betrayed
she wished her dad loved her
Her emotions always played
everything she was now a blur

The voices kept screaming
giving her reasons to hate who she was
So alone, wishing she was dreaming
she hates everything she does

Now is the journey to find who she lost
she will not stop whatever the cost

-Mical Edstrom

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Who Am I?

If my 'glamorous' lifestyle
Is appealing to you. . .
And you want to try me
Because you've 'nothing to lose'. . .
Then, let me give you
A bit of advice:
You are a fool. . .
And you'd better think twice.

I destroy homes.
I tear families apart.
I take your children.
And that's just the start.
I'm more valued than diamonds.
More precious than gold.
The sorrow I bring
is a sight to behold.

If you need me, remember;
I'm easily found.
I live all around you.
In school and in town.
I live with the rich.
I live with the poor.
I live just down the road.
And maybe next door.

I'm made in a lab, but
Not in one like you think.
I can be made under your kitchen sink.
Or in your child's closet
And even out in the woods.
If this scares you to death
It certainly should.

I have many names
But there's one you'll know best.
I'm sure you've heard of me.
My name's Crystal Meth.
My power is awesome.
Try me you'll see.
But if you do
You may never break free.

Just try me once
And I might let you go.
But if you try me twice
then I own your soul.

When I posses you
You'll steal and lie.
You'll do what you have to
Just to get high.
The crimes you'll commit
For my narcotic charms
Will be worth the pleasure
You'll feel in my arms.

You'll lie to your mother.
You'll steal from your dad.
When you see their tears
You must not feel sad.
Just forget your morals
And how you were raised.
I'll be your conscious.
I'll teach you my ways.

I take kids from their parents.
I take parents from kids.
I turn people from God.
I separate friends.
I'll take everything from you;
Even your good looks and your pride.
I'll be with you always.
Right here by your side.

You'll give up everything;
Your family, your home
Your money, your friends.
You'll be all alone.
I'll take and I'll take
'Til you've no more to give.
When I'm finished with you
You'll be lucky to live.

If you try me be warned:
If I'm given the chance
I'll drive you insane.
I'll ravage your body.
I'll control your mind.
I'll own you completely.
Your soul will be mine.

The nightmares I'll give you
When your lying in bed....
And the voices you'll hear
From inside your head....
The sweats, the shakes
And the visions you'll see....
I want you to know:
These are your gifts from me.

By then it's to late
And you'll know in your heart
That you are now mine
And we shall not part.
You'll regret that you tried me.
(They always do.)
Remember; you came to me.
Not I, to you.
You knew this would happen.
How many times were you told?
But you challenged my power.
You chose to be bold.
You could have said "No" and
Then walked away.
If you could live that day over
Now, what would you say?

My power is awesome
As I told you before.
I can take your mother
And turn her into a *****.
Go ahead and curse me
With every breath.
Just make your choice:
Will it be life or meth?

You will take unknown paths
On your journey through life.
Some will bring happiness.
Some will bring strife.
But, my path is one
You must not ever cross.
Although it's well trodden
Countless lives have been lost.

Now that you've met me
What will you do?
Will you try me or not?
It's all up to you.
I can show you more misery
Than words can tell
Come, take my hand.
Let me lead you to Hell.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

The Queen of Pain

The Queen of Pain,
Her Royal "Highness".
An Evil Dictator,
Who doesn't care less.
If a faithful servant,
Who worships her throne.
Dies like a pauper,
In the cold all alone.

The Queen of Pain,
Makes bowing enticing.
And honoring her,
Seem so inviting.
Each faithful servant,
Is lead by the "arm".
And "stuck" in a Kingdom,
Of make believe charm.

The Queen of pain,
The Almighty Fraud.
A flirtatious wink,
Followed up by a "nod".
A "pointed" smile,
A shortness of breath.
A devious laugh,
As you're laying near death.

The Queen of Pain,
A villain and knave.
A Master of Lies,
Who loves to enslave.
But each faithful servant,
Can put an end to her reign.
By refusing to bow,

"The Queen Of Pain"
© Ronald Doe

Sunday, February 15, 2009

the moon makes me want to dance

Favourite song of the day:
We Walk - The Ting Tings

Hope you all had a great V-tines Day!!!

Ahh. I love to dance.
Yesterday was the v-tines dance @ school. Mucho fun!
I'm sure I looked like an idiot.
I'm sure I was a great entertainment.
I'm sure I looked hilarious. Not sure if you want to be seen with me.
And I'm completely sure that I had buckets of fun.
So I'm sure that it was worth it.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

its giving me a headache

I have a cold. And it is giving me a headache. Why couldn't I have gotten sick in the middle of the week? Oh well, I still would of had homework.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

practically sisters. telepathic sisters.

My best friend is amazing. We have gone through so much, we have gone through so many different trials, yet we haven't grown apart. We may not know everything about the life each other lives in . But we know the true hearts of each other. We know who we used to be, we can see how we've changed, and we know the soul under the residue of hard times.

Enough mushy stuff.
Anyway, 2 nights ago, me and mummy watched P.S. I Love You. Sad movie. Then the next night I called Beth. We were talking, and I'm sure you don't want to be weirded-out by the rest of our conversation. But anywhoo, we were talking and she was telling me that she and her mommy rented a couple movies yesterday night... and I'm like "us too, what did you get?" and apparently she and her mommy ALSO watched P.S. I Love You!! This is not the first time we have done this.
We did it a couple months ago too. The same movie on the same night. No clue about each other. And it's not like they were really new movies we'd been waiting to see or something. Seriously I had not talked to her in a few nights and neither of us had a clue.  Its like my mom and her sisters. They have gotten each other the exact same card on the same day from the same place without having any idea what the other person got....
I think that me & beth are like sisters reincarnated. Without the reincarnation. Its like we're soul mates.... but not in like a lesbian kind of way.... like a BFF/sisters kind of way.
I'm sorry if you are confused.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning