[Rook.]'s diary
Talking with [Astrid.]. I thought I did a good job in explaining this ^^
Its not that I'm understanding (which i actualy agree with you, I am. lol) It's more along the lines of I've dealt with every misfortune under the sun. so I can relate and know it wasn't your fault, but the computers, or, by extention, teh company that made your computer.
and after his computer logged him off, I spouted off another round of brilliance.:
I at least try to. Living on a mountain poses somewhat of a challenge to the creative mind if you , sadly, do not have a camera to take pictures of the beautiful scenery, and as such, you are forced to talk to yourself, most oftentimes youcreate entire storylines thet would make a best seller, but as soon as you've finished the story, and everyone lives happily ever after... you forget the story, and have to start all over.
Its all good fun. lol
so there you have it. my wisdom for the next few years.
ROFLMAO.
GO TAKE [Rice]'s POLL!
NOW!
Lou Lou DEMANDS IT OF YOU~
Written about Friday 2009-10-02
Written: (5534 days ago)
Idon't like the way they did the song, but I like the way that they used hteir voices in place of instruments...
NINJA!
http://www.youTeehee! :)
wow.
how could i not have realized that Alex Evans did not exsist before today.
*whistles* talk about dreamy.
lol.
sorry. i read what a teenaged girl said, comming out to express her undying love for a guy she's never met. *eye roll* oh please. Really? Yes, he's gorgeous (*coughs* beyond gorgeous, actualy), but declaring your 'undying love' for a guy you've never met, and wil never meet. Phhhft. No thank you.
I prefer to know the guys I intend on loving, thank you very much.
Okay, I just watched Twilight for the first time...
<.< It really sucked. I was suprised.
I thought it would suck on a different level... but the actors were cheesy...
The settings where okay, but over all, it wasn't truely anythign like the first book.
There were some upsides:
1: Edward DID sparkle. ^.^ I like glitter.
2: Bella's truck WAS amazing.
3: My favorite: James looks like [Herger the Joyous]. ^.^ (Kudos to you John :-) )
Well, I'm sure I'll have more to rant about later.
:)
-Lex
[heritage]: English, Scottish, Dutch, Italian, Viking (yes. I'm viking. :P)
[Country of living]: america
[Birthdate]: January 17th, 1993
[Eye color]: blue
[School/work]: 11th grade, highschool
[Hobbies]: Books, music, art, sleeping
[Brothers/Sisters]: 4 sisters 1 brother
[Relationship]: no
[Piercing(s)]: ears
[Who would you like to meet]: haha *pokes [Asator Stormbringer] and [Rice]* :P
[Who do you admire most]: dunno
[Favorite Movie(s)]: LOTR, Gilmore Girls, Monty Python
[What's under your bed?]: I have no idea. Probably my dust bunnies making war to the shoes while the clothes are running a refugee camp
[Favourite sound]: thunderstorms
[favourite scent]: coffee
[Favorite Writer]: dont have one
[Favorite color]: smoky blue
[Favorite song at this moment]: Puppet - Thousand foot Krutch
[Favorite food]: pasta
[Favorite drink]: coffee
[Lucky number]: 3
[Favorite shoes]: Converse or heels
[What phrase do you use most]: M'kay
[What do you do in the weekends]: Sleep
[My Pets]: Dogs and a cat
[Simple or complicated?] Simple
[Cremated or Buried when dead]: Buried
[Stay up late or go to bed early]: early
[Light or dark?]: Dark
[Speak or Silence]: Silence
[Hug or kiss]: ehm... >.>
[Happy or Sad]: Depends. I like feeling happy, but I get more doine while sad.
[Left or Right]: Right
[What would you ask God if you could ask him 1 single question]: Why?
[You believe in reincarnation]: No.
[When you die, what will be your last words?]: I love you.
[Does true love exist]: Yes.
[Best feeling in the world]: creating a musical piece, adn it turning out fantasticly.
[Worst feeling in the world]: lonelyness
[Are you an emotional person]: I'm a caffiene -addicted female. What do you think?
[Do you ever cry during a movie]: Yes XD
[Your goal in life]: Own a cafe and art/music store.
All thanks to [Rice] for putting this up in her diary. :)
Mkay. Here soon, school shall end. And since I am [CYBER SCHOOLED], my comp. privledges shall end as well. So that means, as of finals week (June 1- 5), I shall be unavailable.
This is just a place to hold my banners as I make them...:
What is a Rook, exactly?
So apparently, I'm a lot of things....
I woke up excited today because I was going to get my eyes checked. (its a strange thing...I like shopping for new glasses.) As my mum searched tehphonebook for an Optomitrist, she found out there are none in the area. my mood went from Flying High to Quickly buried twenty miles under the earth's crust. I was so looking forward to it, though not to the particular part of the eye test where they puff air in your eyes to dialate them.
So, as of now, I'm not going anywhere, nor doing anythign this weekend as usual.
Oh well, maybe some other time.
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me, in Florida, with my family XD
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me, in Florida, with my family XD
Burning down Neverland, scatter the ashes
white line, black tar, the matches,
is this another dead by misadventures?
Tell me what you got, what you really got....
We'll rest, in our graves
Lexington, across your veins
Sleepers cant jsut wake the dead
When needles and lovers collapse on guilty beds...
Godspeed, Anberlin
In here, in this dismal place, anything goes.
Hope, love, light has long deserted us.
Guilt, lust, darkness have long deserved us.
We have no storyline, no Peter Pan and Lost boys to save us from danger.
Here, we have the Justin Prada and the Lost souls to bring danger to us.
Very few people, wether they be hobbits, monsters, demons, angels, vampires, elves, dwarves, mortals,
or any other mythical creature, they all fall to the same fate of Forgetfulness.
We are Lost. Save us.
Join the throng over at Never-everland
I threw it the rest of my toast.
The cold air tells me Winter is struggling to release its grip on the world.
Spring is here!
^_^
I try to help, and I screw up.
I try to hard... it's not that I care or don't care. I just hate silence... it reminds me of last summer. *shivers*
So, I'm out for a while in a few minutes, maybe longer.
... i need coffee ._.
The Club.
Welcome to The Club.
Got a score to settle? We can help.
Alright, day two of this revelution to use this thing:
I love him, I really do, and he loves me, at least he says he does. We talk for hours, and then he leaves for a week. It wrenches my heart intwo, because I know I love him, but I want him to show me he loves meby at least making a small effort to show up and say hello...
I hope its not to much to ask, though....
I don't know.
Love is a complicated thing. It really is.
so, with that off the line,
the rest is self explanitory.
I hevn't been sleeping well,
I haven't been eating,
I've barely been drinking anything,
and I haven't hardly been able to move with my former grace (XD haha Jking. I don't have an inch of race in me to save my life),
I don't know what's wrong, though.
I don't think I really care.
Love.
Life.
Get One.
Pretend everything is perfect.
Enjoy the small things.
Always remember to smile.
Count your blessings.
Empathize with those who share your pain.
I think I'm going to make use of my diary.
It's here to keep all of my daily thoughts, so, why not use...?
...and I have a lot of thoughts...
...not all of them are intelegent...
...but not all of them are stupid...
...and I CAN come back and edit it later...
2/17
As of the 15th, only one month exactly before I go to Florida. I'm nervous, as might be expected, but my being nervous is nothing new. I get nervous about a lot of things... >.>
On sunday night, Stephany gave me a leather bound journal to use for journaling as well, so I'm using that to keep my poetry.
For years I watched, as he threw his life away. for years I cried, praying for his safety. As he wasted his life, watching is bleed to teh floor, I pleaded on my knees, weeping at the door. For years I watched, and for eyars I prayed, as I watches his life seep away. One day I decided, I would be the one to stop him, I would be the one to...
that was a poem by my best friend the night he got hit by a car and died...
it was in his hand when he died. He was going to come over and have me help him with the last part.
His parents had it with them at teh funeral four years ago on Valentines day.
I just got it today.
it actualy made me smile, because his grammar was atrocious as always.
I love you.
R.I.P Joey.
I miss you like always...
and keep on annoying the crap out of God with your endless questions.
I always did think you looked amazing in a dress. lOlz. XOXOXOXOXOX