[Raziel Ahnara]'s diary
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"So I had to go see a chiropractor, in New York. And um, they’re different to osteopaths, chiropractors, because of the spelling. And, uh… Of course, they’re both very powerful figures on the Scrabble board, though… 'Chiropractor…
And – and they, uh, they crack your bones – that’s what they do – they crack your bones! And they take x-rays – what – at this point – this – because – this – whatever is wrong with you – 'You’ve got a bad back, I’m gonna crack your bones. You’ve got diphtheria – I’m gonna crack your bones. Your head’s come off! I’m gonna crack your bones. It looks like your mother! I’m going to crack your –' you know…
And then when they crack your bones it goes uuuughhhh and then ahhhhhhh but not sort of ahhhhhhhhh but sort – ahhhhhhhhh! All the way up your spine, 'Crack your bones, crack your bones, crack your bones.' And they sort of arrange you into a – a nice, comfortable – ahhhhcharrghh!
In the end you just trust them, you trust them. They could have your fingers – their fingers in your nostrils, one foot on the back of your underpants, and they’re pushing your spine away with a broom. 'Well, what’s this one about?' 'I have no idea.' Dodoododododod
You're dreading 4th period... An impromptu speech... Egh...
HELP!
You're trying to be in a good mood, but Nancy's not helping... *Sigh* Then again, it is your fault. You had to go and be a bitch last night. You're just getting what you deserve.
Written about Friday 2005-01-21
Written: (7246 days ago)
Garr, you dork. When you got a ride this morning, you dropped your phone in the car. And you forgot to pick it up! Dunce.
(-_-;)
Sober
ToolThere's a shadow just behind me.
Shrouding every step I take.
Making every promise empty.
Pointing every finger at me.
Waiting like a stalking butler
who upon the finger rests.
Murder now the pattern must weave
just because the son has come.
Jesus won't you fucking whistle.
Something but the past is done.
Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start this over.
Why can't we drink forever?
I just want to start this over.
I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you.
I will chew it up and leave.
I will work to elevate you
just enough to bring you down.
Mother Mary won't you whisper.
Something but the past is done.
Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start this over.
Why can't we sleep forever?
I just want to start this over.
I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you.
I will chew it up and leave.
Trust me. Trust me. Trust me. Trust me. Trust me.
Why can't we not be sober.
I just want to start things over.
Why can't we sleep forever.
I just want to start this over.
I want what I want...
I want what I want...
I want what I want...
I want what I want...
Today hasn't been the best of days for you. Oh well. Not every day's a paradise when you're at school with 1400 other morons.
Written about Wednesday 2005-01-19
Written: (7248 days ago)
I worry for mankind.
I've come across at least 30 Elftown houses today. None of them could be grammatically correct all the way through. One person showed promise, then they started to talk about themselves, and how "hawt and sxey" they were. MY GOD, PEOPLE. If you're going to be vain and compliment yourself, at least do it with decent spelling and grammar skills.
You see, as I said, I worry for mankind. I worry that one day, we'll all start talking like George Bush, and we'll have lost all sense of grammar and spelling, and internet lingo will become the new English language.
IT DOESN'T TAKE THAT FUCKING MUCH TO SPELL OUT "ARE"! OR "YOU". No, the teenage world of today has to be as condensed as possible, and instead of spelling out the three letter word, they'd rather use the letter the word sounds like. So, you end up getting messages and such like this:
"Hey, hot-t, r u sngl?"
Which, in some form of English, would translate to, "Hey, hottie, are you single?" Which, to me, is still unacceptable, but oh well.
It really is sad, though. I know (and have seen) people on Elftown who don't even have a full grasp on the English language, and still, somehow, they manage to do better.
I worry. I worry that, one day, our dictionary won't carry words of intelligence that actually mean something. I worry they will contain things like this:
LOL
el-oh-el abbr.
"Laugh Out Loud"
All those who give a rat's ass about (at least decent) grammatical skills, please... PLEASE.. pray for the rest of us "humans" and pray that someday, we will learn to spell "are" with not one letter, but all three.
God, you're tired... *Yawns* Jakey woke you up this morning. He's such a sweetie. *Smiles*
You're in 1st period right now. And, congratulation
*Yawns again* Eepimees... You ish so sweepyish... *Yawns yet again* You... just wantesh... *starts to doze off* ...to sweep.. just... for a wittol while... *Head thunks noisily on desk and you pass out*
Written about Tuesday 2005-01-18
Written: (7249 days ago)
Much thanks to Nancy and Slushie. I'm feeling much better. I love you guys! ^^
Written about Tuesday 2005-01-18
Written: (7250 days ago)
Damned Yellowcard... You blame them for becoming so depressed.
*Sigh* Every song you've heard reminds you so much of Jake. You want desperately to hold him, and have him hold you, but you don't know when that opportunity will turn up again. You just wis-
Oh god.
"Only One" is playing...
*Sigh* Let the tears flow...
Apparently, I'm worth $1,699,530.00. Wow. I'm my own millionaire! o.O
Written about Thursday 2005-01-13
Written: (7254 days ago)
*Random dancing sequence*
Yeah.. So.... you're really bored.
Got your picture taken for Tech 10 this morning... Bleh. More ugliness.
Then, it'll be on to Talisman. Whoo.
Lunch... call Jake.
Geometry/Trigo
English... Egh. Test on "A Separate Peace"... Bleh. 70-something multiple choice questions... *Snores*
Anyway.. Ritzer's sitting next to you and making up random raps... HELP!
Slide
Goo Goo DollsCould you whisper in my ear
The things you want to feel
I’ll give you anything
To feel it comin’
Do you wake up on your own
And wonder where you are
You live with all your faults
I wanna wake up where you are
I won’t say anything at all
So why don’t you slide
Yeah we’re gonna let it slide
Don’t you love the life you killed
The priest is on the phone
Your father hit the wall
Your mom disowned you
Don’t suppose I’ll ever know
What it means to be a man
Something I can’t change
I’ll live around it
I wanna wake up where you are
I won’t say anything at all
So why don’t you slide
And I’ll do anything you ever
Dreamed to be complete
Little pieces of the nothing that fall
Oh, slide, and put your arms around me
What you feel is what you are
And what you are is beautiful
Oh, do you wanna get married
Or run away
I wanna wake up where you are
I won’t say anything
And I’ll do anything you ever
Dreamed to be complete
Little pieces of the nothing that fall
Oh, slide, and put your arms around me
What you feel is what you are
And what you are is beautiful
Oh, do you wanna get married
Or run away
I wanna wake up where you are
I won’t say anything at all
So why don’t you slide
A long trail of red roses is spread out on a white carpet, and Deidre and her father walk along down the isle. Family members and friends and relatives of friends have all gathered in little white chairs on either side of this white carpet. The sound of an organ playing the wedding march can be heard.
Finally, she reaches the altar, and her father kisses her cheek and steps aside, but not before whispering, "I love you, punkin'." Deidre whispers back, "Love you too, daddy," and smiles before turning to face her beloved Jake. She sighs contently and precedes with the wedding.
After the vows are said, the rings on their fingers, Deidre looks up at Jake and smiles, a tear at the corner of her eye. She turns to see her friends Katy and Alex sitting in the second row of chairs, smiling wider than ever before. She turns briefly and smiles at her maids of honor, her big sister Nancy and her little sister Jacqueline. She spins around and takes a look at her mother to find tears of joy and a smile of approval.
Finally, Deidre smiles and, hearing, "You may now kiss the bride," turns to face Jake once again before kissing him softly. After breaking away, she grins like a fool and whispers, "I love you, Jakeybear."
He smiles back and whispers, "I love you too, Deidwa Angel."
*Happy sigh* Someday...
Every Time
I hope you think of me.
Every time you hear the song of the dove,
I hope you think of me.
Every time you smell the red rose,
I hope you think of me.
Every time you see the dance of the willows,
I hope you think of me.
Because with every moment in life you taste that is sweet,
I will be right beside you.
In dedication to Jacob R. Navarro