Tuesday, March 16, 2004

   yay im naru!

The girl next door, through and through! You have a kind heart and a good sense of right and wrong. Your down-to-earth nature doesn't allow yourself to become swayed by petty distractions. Your pretty face and a sweet soul draws admiration and respect from everyone around you! Do be cautious that you don't become blinded by your morals and ideals. Sometimes, to get along with others, you must be willing to compromise and offer a little understanding. Which Love Hina Girl Are You?

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Sunday, March 14, 2004

   oh yeah 'aout the dance
well it wasnt great ya know cuz fox ears wasnt there and fox ears is the life of the party ya cant have a good party with out fox ears but other wise it was okay...... i slow danced.... *lol embarassedly* no i slow danced with a girl *says sarcasticaly* yeah you read me right i blank blank slow dance boy.... no wha' de ya think i am? a hooker! of coruse if want with those jaked up perps!.... okay okay ill tell ya it was this gay named danile (i think i spelled it right) and he had like dance with all the girls in our group (hes in our group; the only boy) and i was sittin' on the stage next to the dj and realized i was starin' off into space right at him so i looked away and he came up ta me and said "hey 'taleybo' wanna dance?" so i was like starin' at him as if he spoke a differrent lan. with no expression on my face and was like "keep the hands off the but" and was gettin' off all the girls around me were laughin' and hes like "hands off but got it" i rolled my eyes "yeah what ever" and when we stared danceing i was like "this is my frist slow so spare me" him "okay" me joking around "if anyone teases me 'bout this they are so dead" him *laugh* and thats pretty much how it went yeah but that dosent mean im not open, yeah thats right and ya know who ya are *;P wink,wink* well bye
~Taleybo b^.^V
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my mom tried to posion me
yeah you heard right she tried to posion me... okay she didnt but practically did see when she woke me up this mornin' she said "wake up (taleybo) i made eggs and ham" and guess what im alergic to fried eggs it must be all that grease but the thing is i can eat realy greasey things and not get sick (cuz when i eat eggs i puke within 24 hours) its like wakin' up hearin' your mom (or dad) say "wake up honey i we're having toxic waste for breakfast" ever since last night i have been so ticked (unntil my mom let me get on myotaku) and i was thinkin' 'i must be PMSed or somethin' cuz im realy ticked!' yeah well bye
~Taleybo b^.^v
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Tuesday, March 9, 2004

   Quote of the Day!
3-9-04
"Waston, there's a weasel gawning on my privets!"

-Dave Berry
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Sunday, March 7, 2004

   YAY inu yasha!!!!

you know loads about inuyasha A+ for you
~please vote~


!!!!!!!!!~inuyasha True or False quiz~!!!!!!!!!
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Thursday, March 4, 2004

   i love this quizz
yeah i said the same thing "Thats Naru!!!" lol cool answers though!

this is my way to live

What about yours?

made by rav-chan

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   i am so pure

Congrats! Your a Pure Angel! Angels, as far as most
of them go, are all compatabile creatures, but
Pure ones simply are symbols of God. Pure
Angels always appear when a child is born, when
a rainbow is seen, or when someone shares their
first kiss. They never grow old, an can appear
in the shape of a naked woman with white, bold
wings. Pure angels are the carriers of god, and
show their love to everyone in the world.


What Kind of ANGEL are you? (For Girls only) This Quiz has amazingly Beautiful Pictures!
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Saturday, February 21, 2004

im happy i guess

You feel happy, and loved. Nothing could be any
better for you....you may even have a love one
in your life....go you. (Please Vote)


What Emotion Dominates you?
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Yeah right like any one would even THINK 'bout dating me! Ha!!
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Wednesday, February 18, 2004

Why is the no sad or crying face?
i went in like 2 seconds from a some-what happy mood to an all-i-want-to-do-is-punch-my-brother-and-cry mood (talk about mood swings!) but it was all his falt anyway! he was making fun of me again! all cuz i cant spell to safe my life. *takes some time to cry some more* *sighs* i mean i couldnt even spell version! i was gonna spell it verstion, or versen, or versten, or vershen, or vershtion, or vershon! i cant spell diddly-squat! *goes and crys some more*
~Taleybo *snif*
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Monday, February 16, 2004

   The Raven
i just love this poem i have the first stanza (parigraph thingy) memerized! so thats why im typing it ya know jus' in case ya were wund'rin' (its kinda long though) so anyway The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-
While i nooded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each seperate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;-vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow-sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rusrling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me-filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visitor entreating entarnce at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, turly your forgiveness I emplore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"-here iI opened wid the door"-
Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whisphered, and an echo murmured back the word "Lenore!"
Merly this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my lattice;
Let me see, then what therat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more!"

Open here I flung the shutter, when with many a flirt and flutter
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
But the grave and stern decorum of the countenance ot wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Qouth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning-little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help ageering that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore"

But the Raven, sitting lonelu on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered-not a feather then he fluttered-
'Til I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before-
On teh morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless."said I, "what ir utters is ite only stock and store
Cought from some unhappy master whom unmericiful Disater
Followed fast and followed faster 'til his song one burden bore-
'Til the dirges of his Hope the melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never-nevermore.'"
But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy inro smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myslef to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous birs of yore-
What this grin, ungainlym gastly, guant, and ominous bird of yore
Ment in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
On the more I sat divining, with my head at wase recining
On the cushon's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloated o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, metought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-fallw tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee-by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite-respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven "nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!-prophet still, if bird or devil!-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempter tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undauted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by Horror haunted-tell me truly, I implore-
Is there-is there blam in Gilead?-tell me-tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!-prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us-by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, withen the disrant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angles name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird of fiend!" I sherieked, upstating-
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!-quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, stil is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shodow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted-nevermore!


Glosserie:
lore-legend
surceade-an end
entreating-requesting
token-clue
lattice-window covering made from strips of crossed wood
yore-long ago
obeisance-sign of obedience
mien-appearance
Pallas-Athena, godess of wisdom
ebony-black
beguiling-charming
decorum-dignity
countenance-facial expression
craven-coward
Plutonian-deathly
ungainly-clumsy
discourse-speech
relevancy-importance
dirges-burial songs
ominous-spooky
divining-coming to a conclusion
dender-thicker
cender-incense burner
seraphim-angel
nepenthe-drink that cauded forgetfulness
quaff-to drink
tempter-devil
tempest-storm
desolate-alone
undaunted-unafraid
balm-soothing oil
Gilead-ancien place in the Middle East known for its balm
Aidenn-Adin, a rich province of Turkey
plume-feather
pallid-pale
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