[Raziel Ahnara]'s diary
Translation: Hey!; What the hell?!
*Em-eh
Gunning Down Romance
Savage GardenLove and other moments are just chemical reactions in your brain
In your brains
And feelings of aggression are the absence of the love drug in your veins
In your veins
Love come quickly
'Cos I feel my self-esteem is caving in
It's on the brink
Love come quickly
'Cos I don't think I can keep this monster in
It's in my skin
Ah, ah, ahhh...
Ah, ah, ahhh...
Love and other socially acceptable emotions are more vain
They're more vain
Cleverly concealing primal urges often felt but rarely seen
Rarely seen
Love I beg you
Lift me up into that privileged point of view
The world of two
Love don't leave me
Because I console myself that Hallmark cards are true
I really do
Ah, ah, ahhh...
Ah, ah, ahhh...
I'm gunning down romance
It never did a thing for me
But heartache and misery
Ain't nothing but a tragedy
I'm gunning down romance
It never did a thing for me
But heartache and misery
Ain't nothing but a tragedy
Love don't leave me
Take these broken wings
I'm gonna' take these broken wings
And learn to fly
And learn to fly away (I'm gunning down romance...)
And learn to fly away
(I'm gunning down romance)
I'm gonna' take these broken wings(I'm gunning down romance...)
I'm gonna' take these broken wings
And learn to fly
And learn to fly away (I'm gunning down romance...)
And learn to fly away
And learn to fly away
(I'm gunning down romance...)(x4)
*Em-men-neh-he
*Men-eh-hem-me
*Men-eh-meh
*Meh
Epiphany of the Moment
Frank Caliendo is a God
Random Quote of the Day
"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! ^^