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Sunday, May 22, 2005


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A life with roses will always have its thorns, but a life without thorns will never have its roses.
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Hmm, things have been going strangely good lately... although I can feel things starting to unfold. It's upsetting, but inevitable. I can't always be happy.
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Let's see what I'm doing today...
- Homework
- Nothing
- More Homework
- More Nothing
... and that's about all. Funness!... *sniff* I'm going to be so lonely.
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Talked to the very weird person who is Dallas yesterday, again. Hehe, I'm like, addicted to his accent XD Wewt. Morgan wonders if it's going to be a daily occurance, although I have no idea, hahahaaa. I guess I just like talking with people, yey.
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Grr, I don't like homework. It is evil, and my teachers are going to yell at me in school tomorrow *sigh* like they always do. Oh well, I think it's only 12 more days! I hope I can last that long!
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Everyone's calling me a hermit! I'm not a hermit! AND I DON'T HAVE AN ACCENT!!...
Ahem, I go outside... when I need to. I mean, I just don't like staying outside all day, eventhough it is kinda nice. All pretty and stuff like that... except it's hot and not as fun anymore!
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Aaaaand, that's all the interresting stuff I got for today.

Take care everyone!



Life and death

This world is driven by two contending powers--
Love, that coerceth Heaven to dwell with dust,
And that dire pledge of Hell's self-perjured Lust--
And as we list must Heaven and Hell be ours.
Not light the election runs: lo, each devours
That savour set in each, while equal gust
Each uses; yet our choice support we must--
Blest wine or, this rejected, sweat that sours.
Love, oft through Hell that seems, acclaims what Heaven!
But Lust, through seeming Heaven, with easy breath
Slides on to Hell, how soon, how richly given!
If Love to heavenly state so quickeneth,
While Lust must e'er in cheating Hell be shriven,
They sponsor what, these powers, but Life and Death?

--William Baylebridge





... how should I know?



“Never pretend to love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.” - - Alan Watts

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