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Welcome to my site archives. 10 posts are listed per page.
Glad you all liked the song lyrics I posted yesterday. I was listening to all those My Chemical Romance songs about vampires ("Vampires Will Never Hurt You" and "Vampire Money") and I was like "No, this is all wrong. I have to do my own version." So I did.
Anyway, to answer Stephy's question my immediate family will be hosting a massive family Thanksgiving party at our house this Thanksgiving, as we do every year, so my Thanksgiving morning will spent cleaning the house from top to bottom and getting everything ready and my afternoon will probably be spent hanging out with my aunts and uncles and cousins.
Oh, and speak of the Devil, my aunt Audrey just walked in. I really don't like her. '-__- Maybe I'm being paranoid, but every time I see her I feel like she makes a conscious effort to ignore everything I do and praise everybody else.
Ah well.
ily
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Tuesday, November 23, 2010
If Dracula's Spawn Was a Romantic...
Wella, wella, wella, what is this hesitation?
I thought... I thought I told you to kill me!
I thought... well, it's too late to think, isn't it?
Isn't it? It is.
As I run, as you run--as I run after you, my feet beat against the ground like children on a trampoline. You cannot run, you cannot hide
so why, why do you try?
This cannot end unless and until one of us does, and it better be me.
I took you aside the day before they took me and told you:
We are the last of the best of the worst,
The lone slayers in a world of vampires.
We are not saints because we can't afford to be, And I entreat you, beseech you--if ever darkness falls and drags down me with it, take the spike and shove it into my heart, for I will no longer be me and no longer be mine, but one of them and theirs.
Wella, wella, wella, what is this hesitation?
I thought... I thought I told you to kill me!
I thought... well, it's too late to think, isn't it?
Isn't it? It is.
As I run, as you run--as I run after you, my feet beat against the ground like children on a trampoline. You cannot run, you cannot hide
so why, why do you try?
This cannot end unless and until one of us does, and it better be me.
I took you aside the day before they took me and told you:
Look, kid, love's a life in this mannequin world and you are mine, you are mine
So if and when they suck my soul out through my throat and send me to kill you, kill me.
I'd rather die a demonic puppet murdered by my love than die a murderer of my angelic lively love.
Wella, wella, wella, what is this hesitation?
I thought... I thought I told you to kill me!
I thought... well, it's too late to think, isn't it?
Isn't it? It is.
As I run, as you run--as I run after you, my feet beat against the ground like children on a trampoline. You cannot run, you cannot hide
so why, why do you try?
This cannot end unless and until one of us does, and it better be me.
I hear your heart break as you stab the stake through mine.
I taste your tears as you turn me to ashes.
I know you, too, must die one day, but please
don't make me be the one to take you.
I really don't mean to be an attention whore but sometimes I feel like I'll be overlooked by the world until I die and I really don't want that. Nobody wants that.
I'm just like everybody else. I want attention. I'm tired of being the one to write poems about everyone. Why can't someone write a decent poem about me?
I feel like such an after though. '-__-
I guess I just need to get over myself, but I'm a pretty tall kid so it's hard sometimes.
Anyway, I didn't mean to bore anyone. Hope your day is going better than mine.
ily
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Tuesday, November 16, 2010
SITUATIONSSSS ARE IRRELEVENNNNNNNT! D:
Got Escape the Fate stuck in my head.
I just realized I forgot to write about the Fall Poetry Festival on here. It was great. 150 people showed up and I got to read 4 of my poems on a legit stage--well, actually it was just a platform, but still, I felt like a rockstar. :)
The event never fails to give me a huge ego boost.
And yesterday my English class got to perfom a scene from Doctor Faustus for the the elventh grade English class and I got to be Lucifer. Everybody thought I was really good. For some reason, I always make a really good villainess. In the entire course of my theatrical career, I've only played a "good guy" once and I didn't have any lines so it wasn't that big of a part.
On a less self-absorbed note, my little sister Valerie turned 5 on Sunday. It was funny, she was being really bossy and every time somebody yelled at her for it, she was like, "It's okay, it's my Birthday!" XD Kids are funny.
She got Toy Story 3 for her birthday and it was hilarious.
Is it just me or did Woody seem floppier than usual? I don't know.
Anyway, the bell just rang so I should probably go.
Bye.
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Sunday, November 14, 2010
This place seriously is dead.
For a second, I was today too.
This place scares the shiz out of me sometimes. This was one of the only places I could be heard and now there's practically no one left.
Facebook can't compare to what this place was. Nothing can. Myotaku may be dead, but Facebook is a predator--it kills me inside.
Geez. And to think, this is me not trying to be emo.
I... am so tired. My head is so heavy and stuffy.
ily
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Saturday, November 13, 2010
I... am a cataclysm of different environments and conflicting desires.
I wanna be a rock star of the literary world, but I don't want to trivialize my art with materialism.
I wanna get married and have a million babies and love them all to death but I don't want to surrender my individuality to a man.
Ughhh... I don't want to divide myself yet.
ily
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Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Today is a storm of shit.
They cut out my clip on the morning announcements, I couldn't fucking do anything right all day, nobody noticed my haircut, my brother is being a dick, and now my little sister is whining at me to play with her--I CAN'T PLAY WITH HER!!!!
I'M MAD AND DISCOURAGED AND NOBODY FUCKING LOVES OR APPRECIATES ME AROUND HERE!!!!!!!!!!! ;~;
I hate this. HATE IT, HATE IT, and nothing ever fixes it. ;~;
ily
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Saturday, November 6, 2010
I... have been sick all week. Still can't breath. I'm about to pass out any second, I'm so tired and my brain's so fuzzy, so here's a video. It's pretty old, but it's still a good song.
Just found out that not only is my arch nemesis going to be at Fall Poetry Night, but my idiotic ex-boyfriend is too. '-__-
One of my favorite nights of the entire year is now an assembly of people I hate.
Arghhh...
I'm so sick of the drama--and sick of being sick. My throat is in such a bad state, I'm losing my voice and I can barely breath. I was panting almost all day.
If vexing things as these are life's prologue to major events, then something absolutely monstrous is about to happen.
ily
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