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1st Chair Flutist...Sad, ne?
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Sailor Moon
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Becoming a Writer or Graphics Designer
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myOtaku.com: Night Phoenix
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Monday, February 12, 2007
ZWAA!
I swear, at this point, I'm not going to finish my renovation of my site. -fumes- So much work! -crosses fingers- It's supposed to snow, but I'm not sure if we'll get any tonight. Even a two hour delay from school would be appreciated. More time on the computer. -looks down to 'Computer Obsessed'- Hehe...-shifty eyes-
Annnnywho, I'm really into writing, so, I'm going to randomly write weird pieces of literature and pray that I'll get a rating on them. Hopefully a good rating -sweatdrop-.
Here's a random piece. I was really bored, because there are no new fan-fics on or anything, and my muse has been fading me, so every little bit counts, right?
Random Literature:
Stuck in this place, nameless and unknown. Watching as people pass me by, looking right through me. I'm transparent as the air you breath, but not needed to sustain anything. No purpose. Non-existent. Heedless of physical restraints, they walk through me. And I sit here, resigned, floating in this non-existent plane of existence. Depression and loneliness course through my veins, slowly spreading, making me numb to other feelings as if it were a slow acting poison. And yet, it is like it is blood, the one thing sustaining, the crimson liquid flowing through my body. It keeps me desiring, longing, envious of those whom have it. Love. It feels foreign on my tongue, for I never used that word. For what purpose do I need of it when I've never had it? Shall I sit here for all eternity, yearning for something I do not quite know, yet wish to receive? Is there a reason? But surely not, for I am without reason. The unexplained. The nameless phenomena. I sit here as I slowly become visible, regained substantiality. But I'm still caged. Gawked at like an animal pacing in a zoo. This is not my natural habitat. I huddle into myself. There are no purposes to this desolate life I lead.
Boredom is plaguing my mind...Ooh! A fan-fic. -has a one track mind-
Ciao for Now!
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