THIS IS SO FUNNY AND TRY LOL


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yGMKgLRU-3c

well i guess all the hard work i put into to see someone that is so special to me has better things to do i havent been on lately cause i have been buisy working to save up money to go to france and i have been thru so much at work just to get the money

here is a list of theings i have to do in order to get paid
1.Endure the hot sun in a gun slinger outfit that has long sleevs and all

2.Get shot and land on sharp rocks (i currently have 15 bruises from them)

3.Get thrown out of windows

4.Get pushed around by other people

5.Have to dance with randome people to make sure their havein fun

6.Constant pictures with randome people (my picture is probably around the world by now)

7.No phone reception or e-net what so ever

and this person dont seem to understand thats why i dont get the chance to get on the e-net

There are moments when you wish you really weren't in somebody else's shoes. Most of us wouldn't want to be in [vegan muffin] shoes right now. Sami, who is probably one the most happy, joyful, friendly and sweet people on the face of the planet, was diagnosed with a brain tumor a few weeks ago.

After an intense, 8 hour long operation the tumor was succesfully removed on the 24th of March. Sami is doing really well after the operation and she is recovering with the speed of light as we speak!

But she can always recover faster by seeing how we Elftown people can care about someone! So turn on those combined healing powers and post your get-well-soon thingsies, drawings and wishes below!

There is no doubt that anything will make her happier then lots of love, hugs and support! :)

so today was my first day of work lol i work at martan swany kia in kingman ^ ^ so i finally got a job and it happens to be a job that i wanted to so right now no one can take this away from me!!!

An Angel Without Wings



Author: Elizabeth Ann Burkett

You must be an angel without wings
To put up with all of my bothersome things
My anger, my love, my sometimes weary heart
What others hated about me you love those parts
I look at you and see a creation so divine
To think you have captured this heart of mine
How could I not love you with all that I am
You are the steady I need for my trembling hand
So honest, true and caring you are
My night in shining armour or my shooting star
You simply must be an angel without wings!

MY SOUL


You Are a Visionary Soul 

You are a curious person, always in a state of awareness.
Connected to all things spiritual, you are very connected to your soul.
You are wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable.
Occasionally, you get quite depressed and have dark feelings.

You have great vision and can be very insightful.
In fact, you are often profound in a way that surprises yourself.
Visionary souls like you can be the best type of friend.
You are intuitive, understanding, sympathetic, and a good healer.

Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul 

ok time for one of Lydias blond diarys lol ok so i have a new cell phone its 928 263 0103 so anyone can text me or call me and we can talk about something :) so dont be shy.


So far i love being single i dont have to deal with the rude guys out here iv been singleince october YAY ME!!!! well i realized that most of my boyfriends were just holdin me back so im going to get myself established as a person and theres no other way to go but forward :)

ok so as everyone knows i dont have a b/f anymore so now im going around owning ppl so if you want me as your owner then just let me know so far i have Mr.Wonka so who else wants to join the newly forming club

If These Walls Could Talk
by Christelle Duvenage



If these walls could talk,
you'd know my body is dead,
my mind has been taken over,
that's why I am so scared,
I can't control it,
anger is making me blind,
I've been left here on my own
chained to a hate of some kind.
If these walls could talk.

If these walls could talk,
you'd know about my fears,
about all those nights I screamed for help,
about all my fallen tears.
You'd know about the demons
haunting me at night,
you'd be able to help me
keep my fire alight,
if these walls could talk.

Ok so today i got a call from Models of America and they want me to go to vegas in december but the sad thing is that their askin me to pay 2,085,00 dollars to pay for classes and all that just to go in front of agents so i can start a modeling career but i dont have the money to do it and im not getting much suport for this either dose anyone know some one that can sponcer me??

The Dead Boy at Your Window
By Bruce Holland Rogers
In a distant country where the towns had improbable names, a woman looked upon the unmoving form of her newborn baby and refused to see what the midwife saw. This was her son. She had brought him forth in agony, and now he must suck. She pressed his lips to her breast.

“But he is dead!” said the midwife.

“No,” his mother lied. “I felt him suck just now.” Her lie was as milk to the baby, who really was dead but who now opened his dead eyes and began to kick his dead legs. “There, do you see?” And she made the midwife call the father in to know his son.

The dead boy never did suck at his mother's breast. He sipped no water, never took food of any kind, so of course he never grew. But his father, who was handy with all things mechanical, built a rack for stretching him so that, year by year, he could be as tall as the other children.

When he had seen six winters, his parents sent him to school. Though he was as tall as the other students, the dead boy was strange to look upon. His bald head was almost the right size, but the rest of him was thin as a piece of leather and dry as a stick. He tried to make up for his ugliness with diligence, and every night he was up late practicing his letters and numbers.

His voice was like the rasping of dry leaves. Because it was so hard to hear him, the teacher made all the other students hold their breaths when he gave an answer. She called on him often, and he was always right.

Naturally, the other children despised him. The bullies sometimes waited for him after school, but beating him, even with sticks, did him no harm. He wouldn't even cry out.

One windy day, the bullies stole a ball of twine from their teacher's desk, and after school, they held the dead boy on the ground with his arms out so that he took the shape of a cross. They ran a stick in through his left shirt sleeve and out through the right. They stretched his shirt tails down to his ankles, tied everything in place, fastened the ball of twine to a buttonhole, and launched him. To their delight, the dead boy made an excellent kite. It only added to their pleasure to see that owing to the weight of his head, he flew upside down.

When they were bored with watching the dead boy fly, they let go of the string. The dead boy did not drift back to earth, as any ordinary kite would do. He glided. He could steer a little, though he was mostly at the mercy of the winds. And he could not come down. Indeed, the wind blew him higher and higher.

The sun set, and still the dead boy rode the wind. The moon rose and by its glow he saw the fields and forests drifting by. He saw mountain ranges pass beneath him, and oceans and continents. At last the winds gentled, then ceased, and he glided down to the ground in a strange country. The ground was bare. The moon and stars had vanished from the sky. The air seemed gray and shrouded. The dead boy leaned to one side and shook himself until the stick fell from his shirt. He wound up the twine that had trailed behind him and waited for the sun to rise. Hour after long hour, there was only the same grayness. So he began to wander.

He encountered a man who looked much like himself, a bald head atop leathery limbs. “Where am I?” the dead boy asked.

The man looked at the grayness all around. “Where?” the man said. His voice, like the dead boy's, sounded like the whisper of dead leaves stirring.

A woman emerged from the grayness. Her head was bald, too, and her body dried out. “This!” she rasped, touching the dead boy's shirt. “I remember this!” She tugged on the dead boy's sleeve. “I had a thing like this!”

“Clothes?” said the dead boy.

“Clothes!” the woman cried. “That's what it is called!”

More shriveled people came out of the grayness. They crowded close to see the strange dead boy who wore clothes. Now the dead boy knew where he was. “This is the land of the dead.”

“Why do you have clothes?” asked the dead woman. “We came here with nothing! Why do you have clothes?”

“I have always been dead,” said the dead boy, “but I spent six years among the living.”

“Six years!” said one of the dead. “And you have only just now come to us?”

“Did you know my wife?” asked a dead man. “Is she still among the living?”

“Give me news of my son!”

“What about my sister?”

The dead people crowded closer.

The dead boy said, “What is your sister's name?” But the dead could not remember the names of their loved ones. They did not even remember their own names. Likewise, the names of the places where they had lived, the numbers given to their years, the manners or fashions of their times, all of these they had forgotten.

“Well,” said the dead boy, “in the town where I was born, there was a widow. Maybe she was your wife. I knew a boy whose mother had died, and an old woman who might have been your sister.”

“Are you going back?”

“Of course not,” said another dead person. “No one
ever goes back.”

“I think I might,” the dead boy said. He explained about his flying. “When next the wind blows....”

“The wind never blows here,” said a man so newly dead that he remembered wind.

“Then you could run with my string.”

“Would that work?”

“Take a message to my husband!” said a dead woman.

“Tell my wife that I miss her!” said a dead man.

“Let my sister know I haven't forgotten her!”

“Say to my lover that I love him still!”

They gave him their messages, not knowing whether or not their loved ones were themselves long dead. Indeed, dead lovers might well be standing next to one another in the land of the dead, giving messages for each other to the dead boy. Still, he memorized them all. Then the dead put the stick back inside his shirt sleeves, tied everything in place, and unwound his string. Running as fast as their leathery legs could manage, they pulled the dead boy back into the sky, let go of the string, and watched with their dead eyes as he glided away.

He glided a long time over the gray stillness of death until at last a puff of wind blew him higher, until a breath of wind took him higher still, until a gust of wind carried him up above the grayness to where he could see the moon and the stars. Below he saw moonlight reflected in the ocean. In the distance rose mountain peaks. The dead boy came to earth in a little village. He knew no one here, but he went to the first house he came to and rapped on the bedroom shutters. To the woman who answered, he said, “A message from the land of the dead,” and gave her one of the messages. The woman wept, and gave him a message in return.

House by house, he delivered the messages. House by house, he collected messages for the dead. In the morning, he found some boys to fly him, to give him back to the wind's mercy so he could carry these new messages back to the land of the dead.

So it has been ever since. On any night, head full of messages, he may rap upon any window to remind someone -- to remind you, perhaps -- of love that outlives memory, of love that needs no names

today i whent to the pound and saw the most beautiful german sheperd and if no one got him before the pound closed then he would have been out down so i got him ^ ^ his name is lucifer and hes a year old and on october 23rd hes goin to get fixed it a requirement when you get a dog from the pound but im going to try to get a picture of him tomarrow so everyone can see him ^ ^

An it harm none, do as thou wilt
Do what you will, so long as it harms none
An it harm none, do what thou wilt
That it harm none, do as thou wilt
Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill, An it harm none do what ye will

my favorite song by Atreyu its called two become one

Verse 1

Bang!
Voices In My Head That JuSt Wont Quit
A Train Is Crashing Through The Wall
Around My Heart And Left Me Only Dead
Obliterated
Stop!
My Breathing When Your Not there
The Silence Ringing Through My Ears
And All I Want To Do Is Here Your Voice
But Your Not There
Come Together
Painter's Brush Stroke
Sign Of Every
We Wont Go Up In Smoke
Fates Colliding
Am I Dying!

Chrous

Like A Rising Tide
Beating Hearts Grow But Never Die!
Simplify I'll Stand By Your Side
Close My Eyes Hope Will Never Die x2

Verse 2

Go!
Take Away The Pain of Being Me
Soon My Soul Will Caress My Heart
And End My Fear of My Bad Memories
Eradicated
Like Gun Drops Run Against The Silent Night
My Love With Thought Will End These Words
Stronger Then The Worst Of Suffer able
Sufferable!
Come Together
Painter's Brush Stroke
Sign Of Every
We Wont Go Up In Smoke
Fates Colliding
Am I Dying!

Chorus

Die!!

Come Together
Painter's Brush Stroke
Sign Of Every
We Wont Go Up In Smoke
Fates Colliding
Am I Dying!


Like A Rising Tide
Beating Hearts Grow But Never Die!
Simplify I'll Stand By Your Side
Close My Eyes Hope Will Never Die x2

Ok so today Sammy and i were leavin a place and some girl on a bike pulled out in front of us at least were were going les than 3 miles an hr or she wouldnt have left with just some scrtches and a couple bruises the offiver told her that she was at fault hereand so was sammy for not double checking before he pulled out whenwe hit her she luckily whent onto the hood of the car instead into traffic but it when it happend scared me so bad but at least everyone is ok just a little shook up

ok i havent been on for a little bit cause i have been going thrue all my clothes i ended up giving her some of my clothes shes like me got a small waist and long legs so i gave her some of my clothes cause she dont have that many so i felt like it was my dutie to giver her some of mine u hope that she likes them though ill keep you poseted on how it goes ^ ^

ok so i whent to Las Vegas monday and had loads of fun i got my pic taken with some chipendale dancers they were so hot and in one of the pics i got to grab my favorit guys ass ^ ^ and i had to bend over while the other guy was spanking my ass it was so hot.

Yea thats all i really got to say for now

Lydia

1990!!!!
if you the age 12 OR UNDER...you should not read this

and if you do, you should not repost this.

Just because you were born in '96 doesn't mean you're a 90's kid.

It's not like you could remember the original Simpsons. I am sorry but four conscious years of the 90's just wont cut it.




You're a 90's kid if:

You can finish this [ice ice _ _ _ _ ]

You remember watching:
-Doug
-Ren & Stimpy
-Pinky and the Brain
-AAAAAAAH Real Monsters!
-Rockos modern Life.

You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!"

You just cant resist finishing this . . . "Iiiiiiin west philidelphia born and raised . . ."

You remember:
-TGIF
-Step by Step
-Family Matters
-Dinosaurs
-Boy Meets World
-Sabrina The Teenage Witch

You remember when it was actually worth getting up early
on a Saturday to watch cartoons.

You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.

Before Bush

You remember reading "Goosebumps"

You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school.

You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence . . . not

when everything was settled by:
-rock paper scissors or
-bubble gum bubble gum in a dish or
-inky pinky ponky daddy had a donkey
- ennie meanie miney moe.

when cops and robbers was a daily activity.

when we played Hide and go seek until our legs grew numb.

when we used to obey our parents

You used to listen to the radio all day long just to record your FAVORITE song of ALL time.

"Where in the World is Carmen San Diego?" was both a game and a TV game show.

Captain Planet. He's a Hero.

You knew that Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the green ranger, were meant to be together. ♥

You remember when Super Nintendos and Sega Genisis became popular.

You always wanted to send in a tape to America's Funniest Home Videos . . . but never taped anything funny.

You remember watching Home Alone 1, 2 , and 3 . . . and tried to pull the pranks on "intruders"

You remember watching:
-The Magic School Bus
-Wishbone
-Reading Rainbow on PBS.

You remember when Yo-Yos were cool.

You remember those Where's Waldo books.

You remember eating Warheads.

You remember watching:
-the 1st Batman
-Aladdin
-Ninja Turtles
-3 Ninjas movies.

You remember Ring Pops.

You remember drinking Surge, and Tang.

If you remember when every thing was "da BOMB!"

When they made the new lunchables so that you could make pizza AND tacos.

You remember boom boxes vs. cd players.

Making those little paper fortune cookie things, and then predicting your life with them.

You played and/or collected "Pogs" :)

You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet, or Nano and brought it everywhere.

. . . Furbies.

"I love you..you love me" [ring a bell?]

You haven't always had a computer, and it was cool to have the internet.

And Windows 95 was the best.

You watched the original cartoons of Rugrats, Power Rangers, and Ninja Turtles.

Michael Jordan was a king.

YIKES pencils and erasers were the stuff!

All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand.

You remember when the new Beanie Babies and Talking Elmo were always sold out

You collected those Beanie Babies.

Carebears

Gak was the coolest stuff invented.

Lambchop's song never ended.

The old dollar bills.

Silver dollars, which were cool to have.

You remember a time before the WB.

You collected all the Troll dolls

If you even know what an original walkman is.

You remember wanting to sit on the orange Nickelodeon couch.

You've gotten creeped out by "Are You Afraid of the Dark?"

You know the Macarena by heart.

"Talk to the hand" . . . enough said

You always said, "Then why don't you marry it!"

You went to McDonald's to play in the playplace.

You remember playing on merry go rounds at the playground.


Before the MySpace frenzy . . .

Before the Internet & text messaging . . .

Before Sidekicks & iPods . . .

Before MIKE JONES . . .

Before PlayStation2 or X-BOX . . .

Before Spongebob . . .

Back when you put off the 5 hours of homework you had every night.

When light up sneakers were cool.

When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs.

When gas was $0.95 a gallon & Caller ID was a new thing.

When we recorded
stuff on VCRs.

When we called the radio station to request songs to hear off of our walkman.

When checking out drawing books and that one book about the rainbow fish from the library was THE cool thing to do.

You had slap bracelets!

Way back.

Before we realized all this would eventually disappear.

Who would have thought you'd miss the 90's so much!!!!!

Post this in your bulletin if you remember these days . . . .

post it with the year you were born in.

tellement en ce moment la cause Sammy du renversement im a indiqué qu'il me porterait à ma maman et il a décidé qu'il allait être en retard soudainement et ne pas me porter à mes mamans ainsi à iv contrarié tout le matin et personne n'est ici pour m'aider à calmer vers le bas l'un ou l'autre que je me sens désormais comme unique soins au sujet de moi






so im Augenblick sagte Ursache Sammy des Umkippens im, dass er mich meiner Mamma nehmen und er entschied, dass er im Begriff war, spät zu sein plötzlich und mich nicht meinen Mammen also iv zu nehmen umgekippt aller Morgen und niemand hier ist, mir zu helfen, irgendein unten zu beruhigen, das ich wie keine Sorgfalt über mich mehr fühle





tan ahora la causa Sammy del trastorno im dijo que él me llevaría a mi mamá y él decidía que él iba a ser atrasado de pronto y a no llevarme a mis mamáes así que al intravenoso trastornado toda la mañana y nadie está aquí ayudarme a calmar abajo cualquiera que siento como nadie cuidados sobre mí más




so right now im upset cause Sammy said that he would take me to my mom and he decided that he was going to be late all of a sudden and not take me to my moms so iv been upset all morning and no one is here to help me calm down either i feel like no one cares about me anymore

I don't get it some guys are afraid to hit other guys but their pussy enough to hit a girl thats weaker than they are it makes me so mad if a guy ever hit me i wouldn't stand for that i am one girl that would fight back i may be a girl but you know what my daddy didn't raise a weakling he raised tough girl like me how to fight back to guys that can raise a hand to any girl and i think that every girl should be tought to fight back.