Tuesday, February 13, 2007

fine then u mother fucking jerk i wont go! i fucking hate you whta the fuck is the matter with you? why am i not ever good enough for anyone in any fucking way? u can go fucking screw yourself up the ass with a fucking dildo for alli care, cuz i am not fucking listenning to your shit!!!!!!!
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Monday, February 12, 2007

you coo coo head...........


the legend has not spoken to me since........i wonder, have i done something wrong? .......twould not be the first time......

pumkin wishes me to write of chocolate pudding. or at least read of it. don't really know what to do of it.....

my broken heart is gone still, far to where i wish i was. my broken heart, i have no doubt, is filled with love over there, and at home, to always be with one's family. .....


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Sunday, February 11, 2007

the sky is blue but my heart is clouded. if there is a solution, i have not yet found it. .......

one of my favorite quotes that i have found up to now is: the greatest thing you'll ever learn is jsut to love and be loved in return.


i wish i could write like pumkin does.....i can never seem to put what i am thinking or feeling into words. maybe that is what i will try tonight......


wonder what it is i should be feeling. i mean, what i am feeling for real, nobody seems to udnerstand or agree with, so i wonder what it is that i should be feeling to make everyone happy.....


weird how things work huh? i woke up this morning, my body aching, but my spirits soaring........

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had very odd day. kinda odd. woke up many times. then realized they were two in the same. then did what one asked of me. it went away. then talked again. came back. twas good i suppos.e i think one has been confused.

dont worry pumkin, twas not in any way awkward. too hyper-ing to be awkward. remeber? nothing is ever awkward between me and pumkin. had loads of fun, was sad when the legend left, but other then that, twas wonderful night. today was good day aswell. enough of it, at least. i am not going to fall for it again......
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Friday, February 9, 2007

going to improv toury today. at school now. nothing special today. different, but the same. skipped. again....either way, share the love.
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Thursday, February 8, 2007

i wonder if i am the only one that knows what all thats eans, that story, thoses words, the simple principe de l'histoire. c'est tous simpleent, je suppose, dans ma propre tete, mais, en tous cas, ca ne me fait rien. des choses comme une certains sorts de fleur me fait sourir, ou cette histoire, or un pond en particulier. je suppose que je suis folle. je pense que je l'aime.
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Tuesday, February 6, 2007

Daedalus in Greek Mythology

The labyrinth from which Theseus escaped by means of the clew of Ariadne was built by Daedalus, most skillful artificer. It was an edifice with numberless winding passages and turnings opening into one another, and seeming to have neither beginning nor end, like the river Maeander, which returns on itself, and flows now onward, now backward, in its course to the sea. Daedalus built the labyrinth for King Minos, but afterward lost the favor of the king, and was shut up in a tower. He contrived to make his escape from his prison, but could not leave the island by sea, as the king kept strict watch on all the vessels and permitted none to sail without being carefully searched. "Minos may control the land and sea," said Daedalus, "but not the regions of the air. I will try that way."
So he set to work to fabricate wings for himself and his young son Icarus. He wrought feathers together, beginning with the smallest and adding larger, so as to form an increasing surface. The larger ones he secured with thread and the smaller ones with wax, and gave the whole a gentle curvature like the wings of a bird. Icarus, the boy, stood and looked on, sometimes running to gather up the feathers which the wind had blown away, and then handling the wax and working it over with his fingers, by his play impeding his father in his labors. When at last the work was done, the artist, waving his wings, found himself buoyed upward and hung suspended, poising himself on the beaten air. He next equipped his son in the same manner and taught him how to fly, as a bird tempts her young ones from the lofty nest into the air. When all was prepared for flight he said, "Icarus, my son, I charge you to keep at a moderate height, for if you fly too low the damp will clog your wings, and if too high the heat will melt them. Keep near me and you will be safe."

While he gave him these instructions and fitted the wings to his shoulders, the face of the father was wet with tears, and his hands trembled. He kissed the boy, not knowing it was for the last time. Then rising on his wings he flew off, and looked back from his own flight to see how his son managed his wings. As they flew the plowman stopped his work to gaze, and the shepherd leaned on his staff and watched them, astonished at the sight, and thinking they were gods who could thus cleave the air.
They passed Samos and Delos on the left and Lebynthos on the right, when the boy, exulting in his career, began to leave the guidance of his companion and soar upward as if to reach heaven. The nearness of the blazing sun softened the wax which held the feathers together, and they came off. He fluttered with his arms, but no feathers remained to hold the air. While his mouth uttered cries to his father it was submerged in the blue waters of the sea, which was thenceforth called by his name. His father cried, "Icarus, Icarus, where are you?" At last he saw the feathers floating on the water, and bitterly lamenting his own arts, he buried the body and called the land Icaria in memory of his child. Daedalus arrived safe in Sicily, where he built a temple to Apollo and hung up his wings, an offering to the god.

- from Bulfinch's Mythology


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Saturday, February 3, 2007

reading a new book called lord of the flies. alot of people have probably already read it, but i am reading it for enlgish class. what u think of it if u have read it?
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Friday, February 2, 2007

just incase anybody cares, i am going to start writing on a different site now, for my own reasons. hope that okay with everybody.....i am not going to delet this, nor am i going to stop writing completely. just not going to write the same stuff.....anyways, hope everyone having a good day.
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oh, of course. tis so very obviouse what i want after all. cuz u know, u know me so fucking well. u can read my fucking mind. right on target hunnie, im sure. holy fuck, u just get worse and worse. whatever. if thats what u think, then good for you.
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