Wednesday, December 21, 2005

   another funny video...

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Tuesday, December 20, 2005

   Relatives...
I have really snobby relatives on my Dad's side (my Dad's not snobby) and they get on my nerves really bad. Every year, once a year, we spend the night at my grandmother's(on my dad's side)house with my little brothers and twin sister and my cousin about our age and my little cousin who's about six. My cousin Kristen, the older one, has slowly gotten more and more snobby and stuck up over the years and my little cousin Sydney is just getting more and more obnoxious. Now I don't really care if they treat me like dirt because I know that I have more fun then they do and that eventually Kristen will be a cow, (I'm feeling vicious today, and for that I'm sorry)but I will not tolerate them being mean to the boys. Every year we get slighted by them and every year I wether the favoritism and try our hardest not to get mad. Our grandma spends way more time with Kristen and Sydney and that's fine by me because it's not like she cares about us anyway. In fact, a few years ago, my little brother Joshua broke his arm and my mom frantically called my grandma so that she could watch us because my other grandma was having chemotherapy and was very sick (if I remember correctly)we wound up going with them to the hospital and she finally called us back TWO days later, he could have died for all she knew and she calls two days later? She wasn't gone anywhere she was "just busy" if she cared she would have called or drove down the hill. At that point we still lived withen walking distance of her house. She's always telling us (at special occassions, most other times we don't even see her)that all we have to do is call her and she'll come get us but Kristen doesn't have to call her and Sydney is over there all the time. My mom says that she's missed out because we're a lot of fun and my dad just ignores the problem entirely. Thanks for listening to my rant, ya'll.
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Saturday, December 17, 2005

   MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm off for Christmas break and I'm so excited! I have to memorize my lines for the play, "The Other Side of the Wall." I personally don't like the play as is because it doesn't really have an ending. Katie and I have been reciting our lines together (by which I mean simultaneously) to create the horror-movie-twin-effect. It sort of makes me feel like I wouldn't have made the cut if, when the director asked if we were related, we hadn't said we were twins at the same time. There's this really tall, kick-your-ass kind of dude in the play and he shudders every time we speak. It's hilarious.
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Wednesday, December 14, 2005

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

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You may be in for a treat....
I've written quite a bit of stuff on this computer at school and now I either have to delete it or post it here and copy and paste it. So, here it goes...

My eyes are fierce and hollow
My soul lays thick with ice
I’m distant and thin
Like paper of rice.

But these eyes they burn
Burn with cold fire
The passion I’ve spurned
Has returned
half-dead
on a funeral pyre.

My hair serves to hide me
From this wicked world
And it flows like a flag
In the breeze unfurled.

My skin, though pale
Holds a darker hue
Made from a shadow hale
Across the twilight dew.



As if you’d understand
You stare me in the face
And “Help” me
Why?
Do you really think you know
Anything at all?
Heed this, monstrosity,
I bear many burdens you’ll never
Comprehend.
Leave me be,
Please

When all was not well with poor young Thomas, his dear brother, Timothy, would take care of him. His friends and neighbors referred to Timothy as angelic, yet, they didn’t realize the truth of the matter. Who would have guessed that sweet Timothy held an almost ungodly secret inside him? At odd times the boy would “change” into something less than human, a beast with a man’s face and body but the wings of a bird. At these times Timothy would disappear and later have no recollection of what happened, save horrific, slurred, and miserable dreams of wandering barbarically through the forest. What bothered him most though was the one dream… the dream that caused him to shudder uncontrollably, the dream that involved blood. Everywhere the smell of it, he couldn’t find it till he glanced down at his wretched, taloned hands and found them dripping with God knows what’s blood. He wasn’t a monster, was he? Had he killed? What was left for him now?

Till Death do us part

“I love you so passionately, Nightingale, that I will die to be with you.” The young man said as he lay at the deathbed of his one true love. “Phillip, you mustn’t speak so. I promise you, I shan’t die here, It was a promise to my mother by the ghost she met in the forest. DON’T do anything drastic. If I do die here, you must keep living. I love you.” She said her voice was a wisp of sorrow. Her eyes closed slowly and her breath ceased. Nightingale!” Phillip called out to her but for him her soul was gone. He did do something wrong, he did do something rash, he did give up. He grabbed his favorite knife, the one with which he had carved the nightingale charm around her neck. He slit his wrist and grasped her hand as his life’s blood spilled on the ground.

Many Weeks Later

The umber forest echoed with the sound of footfall and peels of laughter from the many wraiths inside, but, one banshee filled the frosted air with her sobs and cries of “Phillip! Why Phillip?!” A stalwart traveler passed through the forest on his gallant charger but stopped cold in his tracks at the sight of the gossamer maiden weeping on the forest trail. “What witchcraft is this, foul witch?! Thou seemest a maiden fair but I canst see the trees behind thee.” He commanded an answer of her and she felt obligated to reply. “Sir I am no crafty wizardry, only a pale maiden be.” Said she sadly. “Surely thou art a bit of mischief, be gone before needs be I slay thee.” He said angrily and she replied, “Your Lordship if only I could, for I am encapsulated in this wood, a slave, to weather all my woes unable to feel the grass between my toes or even frighten docile does.” “Would that I could, wraith, but I doubt thy innocence, why would thee be captured thence?” he said quite sternly though he was afraid. The ensconcing fog around did pulse with every beat of her small heart. He was beginning to believe her truth. “Why would such a good trickster cry?” he said in a faint hope of distracting her. “A promise of utmost importance to me was not kept, and my soul is restless. I have to find my love and only then will I rest..."


I happen to be
Very contradictory
I am terribly shy
Yet there’s fire in my eyes
I am weak—snap like a twig
But I am strong when there is need.
Do you realize I’m not what I seem?
I’m not any one thing
I’m peaceful
And violent
Commandeering
And submissive
A blast of color
And shades of gray.
I am the dawn and dusk of day.
With those who know me
I’m almost boisterous
But, with you I’m almost silent.
This silence sickens me
Overpowers me
But defeat this demon I cannot.

Riches are without real worth
They cannot give you mirth
But only fill your girth.

I wish for you a happy song
I wish that you would sing along
But please ring the gong.


I want only
I need only
I pine only
For you.

You love me
You enjoy me
You compliment me
Perfectly.

These are true
So why do you
Leave me in the dew
Alone?

I know many perils but love wounds the deepest.


Well if you want to read more of that short story up in there, say so and I'll keep writing. I'm not a disturbed person I didn't want Phillip to die that way but it was the most pathetic, rash, and sad thing I could think of.
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Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Sorry I'm such a lamo guys...
I know I haven't updated or visited in forever but now that I'm not busy I'll try to make my rounds. I'm in the drama club at school and we're putting on a play, obviously. Katie and I are in it as the same person because we're twins and talk at the same time. We aren't identical twins but apparently at auditions when the teacher asked if we were related and we said "we're twins" at the same time he thought it was cool. Sort of makes me feel like I wouldn't have made it otherwise, though. That's the only thing interesting that's happened recently except that I did a project on studio Ghibli and found out some stuff about Miyazaki and friends. I'll try to visit everybody's site.
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Saturday, December 3, 2005

   What village?

What is this? [+] Created by 3.99 Anime Shop and NarutoFever

I haven't done anything interesting in a while but I needed to know where I am.
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Saturday, November 26, 2005

   Oh my God ya'll this is hilarious!
Last night, my mom got a weird phone call from some woman named Sheryl asking who had called from that number saying, "Where the Hell are you?" It was very odd and she called two more times.

We lost our cellphone about a week ago and just now (yesterday)discovered that it was missing (this comes from not having many friends lol) But anyway the type of phone we have you can pull up the phonecalls from the phone so when we did we found that someone had either picked up her found if she dropped it or stole it because they had called a bunch of people we didn't know.

My mom called the numbers they had called and come to find out he'd called Sheryl but when we talked to her she said it couldn't be anybody there, it was just her and her "baby." He had also been calling a bunch of girls who thought my mom was their age and were hateful until they freaked out because she was telling them his phone number, how she was looking for him and eventually his first name.

So eventually we weedled the information out of these girls and called him back and told Sheryl on her voice mail (at this point she knew the jig was up)that we knew her "baby" so-and-so had our phone, it was disconnected, and that we'd like to get our phone back civily but if that didn't work we would pursue other methods. We've yet to get a call back but if you think about it, it's all pretty stupid, it took all of 45 minutes to find out who he was and what he'd been doing. The really dumb thing was her trying to lie to us after she had actually called his number and he had called hers and talked for eight minutes at one point. Just thought I'd share that bit of humor.
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Monday, November 21, 2005

   I had a great weekend!
We went to the mall and the flea market and I didn't buy anything except Katie's Christmas present. I'm posting at school so I wonder if anyone will comment...?
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Thursday, November 17, 2005

   Just ignore this...
I'm posting this here so I can work on it at school. Yes, it sucks but I am so braindead at the moment that there's no way it could do anything but suck.

WHAT I WANT TO BE WHEN I GROW UP

Kassie Kirk



I would like to be an artist whenever I can. It may be an unreachable dream but without dreams you die. I want to show the world what is really inside me and let them decide what they want to see.
If I am to become an artist, I have to work hard and competitively to achieve my goals. I will have to understand contracts and finances and many things about business in general. I will have to be willing to choose between a boring job that pays well and doing something I enjoy with my life.
As an artist I would like to draw a lot

http://search.about.com/fullsearch.htm?terms=job%20artist

Katie is at a singing competition far away and won't be back until Sunday basically. Since she is my twin this is really rough on me.
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