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Friday, March 10, 2006
DIE YOUNG AND SAVE YOURSELF
Listening: Brand New- Sic Transit Gloria, Glory Fades
Feeling: Happy ^____^
Watching: Nothing
Drinking: Water
Thinking: I'm gonna sing the Doom Song now! DOOM DOOM DOOM DOOM DOOM DOOM DOOM (and so on...)
Wishing: The Death Note pictures could work
Hi guys! How're you all doing? Good, I hope. ^^
.::New Theme::.
Come oooon... You know you like it. XD Yes, I have finally changed it. A lot of people asked for a Death Note theme, and here are the results:
Death Note: |||
Legend of Zelda: |
Unfortunately, every Death Note background I seemed to put on here said "This Image Has Expired" or something. So I just went along with The Legend of Zelda one. Sorry Death Note fans!! Forgive me! *bows* Maybe next time. In exchange, I put some picture at the bottom of my site, yes, also Death Note. So, go look at them if you haven't already. But, please, so enjoy this new lurvely theme of mine. ^^ Come ooooon... you know you want them to just make out right there... >:) STARE!! STARE AT IT AND DROOL!! MWAHAHAHAHAHA
.::History Test::.
*clutches head in frusteration* Oh, man! We had a HUGE history test yesterday, and I didn't study for it!! Waaah! I think I failed... It was hard! Harder than "cutting a rock in half with a plastic fork" so my friend Jennifer said. -_- And she wasn't kidding!! *hits head repeatedly* Damn... I know I failed... -___-
.::Problems::.
This is just what I needed... Yesterday Roxanne started freaking out because one of my so-called "friends" Sabrina kept fucking with her head for no reason. Aw, man... I don't want to get involved in this, but I'm only one person and I DON'T want them to start anything!! Jeez... I need to transfer and get OUT OF THAT SCHOOL!! But I'll help Rox. She's my friend, and that's what I do. ^___^ Let's just hope things go better today. O_o
.::Health::.
Yeah, usually I don't think about my health, that's why all I mostly drink is coffee and tea. XD But I bet you're all wondering why I've been drinking nothing but water, eh? If not, I'm gonna tell you anyway. X3 Since my mom's a nurse and all, I asked her, "Hey mom?"
Mom: What?
Me: Can you get kidney failure from drinking these? *holds up Arizona Ice Tea*
Mom: If you don't drink a lot of water, yeah you can.
Me: O.O
Sooo... yeah. Now you know. I just don't wanna die/get kidney failure later in my life or right now. That's the reason. *drinks more water*
Ummm... Yeah, I guess that's all for now. ^^
.::Lyrics::.
"Sic Transit Gloria, Glory Fades" by Brand New
Keep the noise low.
She doesn't wanna blow it.
Shaking from head to toe
while your left hand does "the show me around."
Quickens your heartbeat.
It beats me straight into the ground.
You don't recover from a night like this.
A victim still lying in bed, completely motionless.
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets barely whisper,
"This is so messed up."
Upon arrival the guests had all stared.
Dripping wet and clearly depressed,
he'd headed straight for the stairs.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.
(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
He keeps his hands low.
He doesn't wanna blow it.
He's wet from head to toe and
his eyes give her the up and the down.
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.
But the body on the bed beckons forward
and he starts growing up.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
She hits the lights.
This doesn't seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends,
he doesn't feel so prepared.
She's breathing quiet and smooth.
He's gasping for air.
"This is the first and last time," he says.
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He's holding back from telling her
exactly what it really feels like.
He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
She's moving way too fast, and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her,
but she's probably only looking for sss...
(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
So much more than he could ever give.
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits for it to end
and for the aching in his guts to subside.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
Hehehehehe.... *looks away innocently*
See you on the other side.
S.M.
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