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My Feet...

Thu, 17 May 2007 05:29:31 GMT

Any where but here...

Sat, 24 Feb 2007 16:14:07 GMT

I don’t know who reads this anymore. To be honest I don’t really care. I have decided to change my life. I have decided that I am now solely responsible for myself. That is the most amazing feeling in the world. In the last couple years I have done allot of changing, most of it against my will. I can no longer be recognized as anything I was before, this is bitter sweet, but immensely freeing. I am going to move as soon as I can afford it. Where you ask? I don’t know, but it will be anywhere but here. Tomorrow is a new day, and I am determined to make it so.

I felt pretty today...

Sun, 07 Jan 2007 21:26:47 GMT

I felt pretty today
I smiled your way
I was just hopeing to hear you say --
Dear, you look beautiful
But you didn't see me
You were looking the other way

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Sun, 10 Dec 2006 01:44:47 GMT

I do believe that I am about to lynch the next feminist and/or chauvinist that attempts to speak to me about matters of doctrine. I dislike bolth of them, intensely... *twitch* Ok, I'm done now...

Monday, November 13, 2006

Mon, 13 Nov 2006 16:23:32 GMT

....I love Emily Dickenson's poetry!!!

Wild Nights

Wild Nights--Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile--the Winds--
To a Heart in port--
Done with the Compass--
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden


Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor--Tonight--
In Thee!

I'm Nobody! Who Are You

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us--don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

I felt a clearing in my mind

I felt a clearing in my mind

As if my brain had split;

I tried to match it, seam by seam,

But could not make them fit.

The thought behind I strove to join

Unto the thought before,

But sequence ravelled out of reach

Like balls upon the floor.

I am supposed to read and make an interpritation of the first poem in class tomorrow.

I have some ideas, what would you make of it?

Monday, October 02, 2006

Mon, 02 Oct 2006 10:29:59 GMT

**SQUEEK!!!** Scot and I won third place in the ABCD open couples contest!!!

-Destiny-

p.s. Will edit later

Sunday, July 02, 2006

Sun, 02 Jul 2006 13:03:45 GMT

    **Sigh**... I suppose I should post something if I am going to bother keeping this site up. Thank you to everyone who left feedback on my english paper, it really helped. I ended up getting an A on my portfolio. Which is quite amazing for me! I just might post more of my writeing on here if you ask me nicely.
    My life has been consumed by danceing and school as of late. Takeing summer qaurter off has proved to be a lovely thing. I attended All Balboa Weekend. It was positivly wonderful, I made Advanced plus in my level placement test. I think thats pretty nifty for someone who has only been danceing balboa for 4 months. I had some of the most fabulous dances of my life there. I was seriously contimplateing kidnapping a few of the bal leads there. I cant wait until ABCD!!!!
    In outher news I have just recently had the wisdom ripped out of my head. I think it is all such a rude process, but I shall recover.
    I went to see The Devil Wears Prada last night with me mum. It was hilarious. It is quite rare indeed that I actually laugh out loud in a movie theater. It was much needed after the recent fiasco with my father leaving. Btw: It would be much appreciated if any of you who read this could pray for my family. It has been insane around here lately.... Anyways Thank you and Godbless!

-Destiny-

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Tue, 25 Apr 2006 19:10:43 GMT

Ok, Ok, I know it's time for a new post. But sence I have nothing I feel I can write online, I shall leave you with my latest english paper. Your feedback would be much appriciated!

-Destiny-

The Grand Street Ladies

    It is an eerie sort of hollow grey afternoon. The sky is an ominous steel blue in defiance of the sun that shines in full force. I look down the wide street to see aged trees sprouting tender new growth. Dogwood, Cherry, Golden chain are all in the very beginning of there blooming season.

    It is a late April afternoon. Giant houses of a bygone era sit in perfect rows, like grand old ladies on royal thrones. Faint Echoes of a lavish era gone by. Delicate violets nestled in the tender blades of spring's first green grass, catch my eye. A warm breeze rolls by; I smell the spicy aroma of some unidentifiable flower as the humid air fills my nose. It is perfectly peaceful. I am sitting on a cool, large, stone pedestal by the grand entry of one of those elegant ladies, now old and worn from years of merciless weather. Tall wood and brick pillars stare down at me, as if to marvel at my small stature. Thick layers of caked paint seem to be rolling off of the many beams and columns.

    A rust eaten car, with a squealing transmission, and large gleaming chrome hubcaps, interrupts my tranquility. The driver carelessly throws his cigarette out his window. He doesn't seem to even notice the majesty of the architectural genius before him. Honk! Another driver cuts the first off. Blaring, booming, music; the bass is turned up so high that the plastic on its bumper is rattling on beat.

    As the muffled music fades into the distance, stillness steals in once again. The sweet song of the chattering birds continues, as if fiercely determined not to allow themselves to be drowned out. A gust of wind whips by, dragging sticky hair across my dewy face. I hear an angry man screaming in the distance. The trees seem to groan in reply, speaking of their past honor and importance. Some leaves scratch by, chased by a plastic grocery bag, and a crumpled cardboard cup.

    I look up to see a worn man hurriedly walking by. His clothes seem to tell of a tough life. He is wearing thin, old, dirt soiled jeans and a plaid flannel shirt. He looks like the picture of a hard working blue collar man. He is seemingly young, not over 30, although his face is deeply creased, resembling tanned, hardened leather. He glances over his shoulder and then briefly at me. I smile at him, but he quickly darts his eyes away and picks up his pace.

    My gaze wanders to a large rippled glass window. A striking white Persian with mismatched eyes, one blue, one green peers out at me from behind a curtain. It yowls as if to ask what I am doing here. It repeats the question once again with a paw at the window. Evidently resigned that I will not be leaving anytime soon, it sits down in a patch of sun to lazily comb its bushy, handsome mane.

    Two young girls, one tall and lanky, one plump and short, both rather severe and intimidating, saunter by eyeing me. Their hair is pulled into two identical, painfully tight pony tails. I imagine that they would have to use a foot, as well as two hands, and pull with all their might as women in the days of old did with there corsets, to achieve such taught perfection. I am not usually the fearful type, but my fight or flight response was starting to kick into gear with the steady stare of these two girls. I could even feel my heart beat a little faster. I managed to gather together a weak smile; they seemed startled by such a gesture and simultaneously looked away.

    Something in the air, the bricks, the crumbling twisted sidewalks, the ancient trees seem to whisper in my ear that nothing is as it once was; nothing is what it ought to be here. It is a beautifully eerie sort of town.

**Edit**

I changed the music on my little mini player, Let me know if its working or not.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Thu, 09 Mar 2006 23:32:57 GMT

Into the late hours I search.

Sometimes I can hear your soft breathing,

But I never can I find you.

This cold stillness.

This suffocating silence

The hateful taste of this stale air.

How much longer until I see your face?

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Wed, 08 Mar 2006 13:11:08 GMT

Heck yes!!! Neo is the coolist hero ever!

You scored as Neo, the "One". Neo is the computer hacker-turned-Messiah of the Matrix. He leads a small group of human rebels against the technology that controls them. Neo doubts his ability to lead but doesn't want to disappoint his friends. His goal is for a world where all men know the Truth and are free from the bonds of the Matrix.

Neo, the "One"

100%

Indiana Jones

96%

Lara Croft

92%

James Bond, Agent 007

83%

Batman, the Dark Knight

83%

William Wallace

83%

Captain Jack Sparrow

71%

The Terminator

67%

Maximus

67%

The Amazing Spider-Man

63%

El Zorro

58%

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