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TheTrueHamlet
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Name: Hamlet
Birthday: 2/21/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: Books. Hamlet, Shakespeare. RPGs, Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy. The Nightmare Before Christmas, Tim Burton films. Dragons, frogs, tigers.
Expertise: Writing and Latin
Occupation: Turk
Industry: Shin-Ra
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  IHamletRuleAll
Member Since:
6/27/2004
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| Let's put it this way...
I DIED
soo I haven't updated in a while.
p.s. LJ sucks.
more coming soon, I promise.
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| Music
Where did you go?
How have you been?
I'll be right here.
Where did you go how have you been?
Are you still my best friend?
~Sanctus Real "Captain's Chair"
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
~Hinder "Lips of an Angel"
And they say
That a hero could save us
I'm not gonna stand here and wait
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles
Watch as we all fly away
~Chad Kroeger feat. Josey Scott "Hero"
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| LIFE AFTER CTYOkay. Time to update my life since CTY.
My Mom got a myspace, where I have been taking advantage of the blog. I can't do that now that she's reading it though.
I've managed to keep Benet. It's a miracle in and of itself to me. He is so sweet, like candy, and so strong but so gentle. He is also uber cute. I can barely stand being without him all week, but it's all worth it on the weekends. I need him like an addict needs his fix.
And he does things to me. He makes me feel special and wanted. He treats me with so much respect and so much love I can barely understand what he's interested in. He says these little things that mean so much to me. But most important of all, he makes me feel beautiful. I feel worth being looked at for once. All my life I've felt that I was ugly, probably because of being picked on. He makes me feel good about myself in ways I never thought possible. He makes me want to sing more, to feel more, to daydream differently.
Good Enough
Under your spell again.
I can't say no to you.
Crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand.
I can't say no to you.
Shouldn't have let you torture me so sweetly.
Now I can't let go of this dream.
I can't breathe but I feel...
Good enough,
I feel good enough for you.
Drink up sweet decadence.
I can't say no to you,
And I've completely lost myself, and I don't mind.
I can't say no to you.
Shouldn't have let you conquer me completely.
Now I can't let go of this dream.
Can't believe that I feel...
Good enough,
I feel good enough.
It's been such a long time coming, but I feel good.
And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall.
Pour real life down on me.
'Cause I can't hold on to anything this good enough.
Am I good enough for you to love me too?
So take care what you ask of me,
'cause I can't say no.
Another major change in my life: My mom is still depressed over my grandfather's death. She is in desperate need of medication that she is not getting and she is driving me up a wall. Someboy help me =_=
more updates later
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| I'm sorry for neglecting you guys, I've been using the blog on myspace until now.
But then...MY MOM GOT A MYSPACE!
So I have to use this blog to vent. I haven't finished my rant on how she blew up over my deficiency in physics, but I'll put that up soon. I've been trying to get a better layout though.
CAN ANYBODY HELP ME FIND A COOL LAYOUT!?
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| - Anywhere ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So I'm taking Creative Writing this year. Yay! I've only wanted to take it since... hmm... freshman year!
Stupid upperclassmen classes.
So she picks the wierdest piece for our first reading. Long story
short, it had very little plot and a lot of detail. Turns out it was
stream of consciousness writing. woops...
Now we have to write something similar, but in our own style. hmmm....
fun.....
I'm hoping I won't be too terrible since the author of the piece is a poetess and I kinda dabble with it.
I
did write a stream of consciousness thing while trying to come up with
an idea and ended up submitting it to Deviant Art and geting it
favorited in less than 5 minutes. Somebody must have seen it on the
recent section of the homepage.
It reads as follows:
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The
long black cord gently undulates towards the computer screen. My
thoughts appear there as I push little grey buttons that make loud
noises. Rhinestones on a skull necklace call out to me from the monitor
stand. Innocently he sits there, wanting to go back to being used. He
likes the abuse; it lets him see things beyond my fading brown dye-job
and my dirty school shirt. I got him on vacation in a place where giant
cartoons run rampant on missions to entice children onto the capitalism
locomotive. Jessy got me the fan thats sitting next to him on her
vacation. Picking it up it has abstract-esque flowers painted gently on
its polished wood surface. I made up that word. Abstract-esque. I tend
to do that. All it reminds me of is that book Im reading. The bus is
crowded and people are drowned out by throbbing guitars and drums. I
must check my cell phone every five minutes to see what time it is. The
only thing that I can really daydream about are those eyelashes. They
last the entire bus ride like the frothy after-taste of Coke. At least
Coke settles my stomach.
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Wouldn't it be cool if I wrote all my blogs memoir style? Wheeee!
Wow this is a long blog!
A
bee got in my creative writing class and freaks out the girlies. So,
long story short, the bee lands on the window and the girl tries to
lift it without the bee stinging her. The other girl gets the trash can
and puts it over the screen and the bee and they lift it in unison. The
she lowers the trashcan and the bee goes out the window.
YAY FOR CREATIVE PEOPLE!
The whole thing was hilarious.
I have the strange urge to write a short piece with the lyrics to "Understanding" by Evanescence. WTF is up with that?
I like that song.......................?
I'm gonna put a poem here just for the hell of it. You can find it on my deviant art if you so desire.
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Hung before me
The tantalizing fruit of love
Tomorrow never comes
Theres a string around my heart
That gently he tugs
Until Im all over the floor with needing
Waiting for a day thats not so far off
Tomorrow is coming
And all day Ive thought about it
And all day Ive needed him
On a string hanging from the ceiling
The promise of tomorrow
Im hungry for my love | | |
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