OOOOOOOOHHHH YEAH BABY!!!!!11!!one!

*ahem* Allow me to explain a bit.

For those of you who don't know, University of Southern California (USC) and Univeristy of California in Los Angeles (UCLA) are bitter archrivals in everything they do, especially in football. Unfortunately, my team (UCLA) isn't the best ot football, while USC generally wins too much.

Today's game was HUGE. Rose Bowl was packed to the brim and then some to see UCLA fight off USC. And you know what? For the first time in seven years...UCLA WON, BABY! It was amazing! The perfet interception that turned the tables completely and the spirit of the game....wow. My brother was there, and they were partying before they got back on the bus back to UCLA and didn't stop until 3 AM this morning XD I heard it was pretty insane, the police got involved in the appartment areas with the riots (see http://dailybruin.com/news/articles.asp?id=39216). But it's all worth it for our victory! (^,^) HUZZAH!!

4:30 pm is one of the most beautiful times of day. It's that time just before sunset, when the sun comes in just perfect over the hilltops, lighting everything up so pale and mellow, so peacefully...and yet so menacing. As if just around the bend there is something lurking, waiting, something that no being could ever comprehend. But for those few moments, the world is lit by the lights of the heavens filtering just barely through the veil of clouds and sin to give we the living a ray of hope.

And yet...just as day follows night, the night must always fall. And when that glorious sun begins to fade, turning the world a blood red as it breathes it's last, the world is once more cast into darkness so bitter and cold and alone. When all ties made before are broken, when friends depart, disease spreads, and Death persues tirelessly. And this land, this place we know of that consumes us when the lights go out...there is no escape from it.

Well I've finally began playing FFX, which I got for my birthday back in early September (O,o) Quite amusing game though, what with the slang being a few years out of date XD But I'm actually okay at this one for once. I usually suck ass at turn-based RPGs heh Like that f***ing LotR: Third Age game (>,<) That was crap--how the hell are you supposed to get through Mordor and then beat Sauron with out saving?! You can't! >-( Bleh....anyways...

Sooooo....new poem or two since the last diary entry (which, if some of you are still confused by the shortness of it, you obvoius didn't read my updated House before arriving here) which you can find at Nite Owl's Poetry, like always :D *nudgenudge, winkwink, say no more, say no more*

Yay for Owlie's birthday! *throws confetti for self* (^,^) Well, even though September 4 is me b-day, we almost never celebrate it today, and this was no exception--in fact, I'lve been doing homework a good few hours, and still got more left to do -_-' But Saturday and especially Sunday were a lot of fun! I've never actually had people spend the night at my house, so that was spiffy hehehe

Things Owlie got for hers birthdayness :D
- Ditge of Cerberus: Final Fantasy VII
- V for Vendetta (awesome movie, by the by)
- A lot of piano books, including Phantom of the Opera, RENT, and the Beatles :D
- Final Fantasy X
- To Kill a Mockingbird (book)
- Kingdom Hearts II
- Sea-Monkeys XD hehehe
- The Producers (both new and old, and both are great movies/musicals)
- spiffy black and red *cough*dominatrix*cough* boots ;)
- a Nintendo wallet that looks like the controller (very old-school, I loveles it :D)
- a Sprint cell phone (sorry I'm not more enthusiastic, I just don't like talking on the phone much, but I did need one...)
- a Chuck Norris T-shirt--yay for Chuck Norris!!
- the black-opal bracelt I picked out in Australia (^,^)
- a Japanese-style fan

- And one dead hero :(

Steve Irwin sadly died on my birthday, something I probably won't forget for quite some time. We all sat in my room talking about him after the five of us woke up this morning when Amanda's mum called about it. I used to watch him all the time; he was such a great guy, it was hard not to like him :) It's a shame that he's gone, I know I'll miss him. Animal Planet will never be the same.

"WE LOVE YOU STEVE IRWIN!!" (^,^) ~ The Circle

GADSDAMNIT!! (>,<) I missed school--and it's only the second fucking day!! GAH!! I bet all my teachers hate me now, I bet I just ruined my entire sophmore year, I'm gonna get killed by Mr. Lenaway, and I don't get the 10 ONLY extra credit points EVER in ALG 2/Trig!! *cries* I really wish I knew if I could still get tehre somehow, just have mum come and tell them I was sick or something :( Owlie's sad, and not in an especially good mood, so please be wary of Owlie's temper.....grrrrrrrrrrrrr....*goes to sulk in a corner*

Everyone must visit the awesomeness that is this site!! http://www.angryalien.com XD They're hillarious! It's movies re-enacted by bunnies in 30 seconds hehe They have the classics - Titanic, Scream, Shining, etc. - and a lot of new ones too, like Brokeback "Bunny" lol Very amusing, and sure to put all in a good mood!

From "The Prisoner" series

Retiring Number 2: I can think of better ways to die.

Number 6: And better causes to die for.

Owlie ish going Down Under! (^,^) For all those reading this (most of me buddies hopefully), I will not be back for TWO WEEKS! We get back on July 31st, but don't count on seeing me here until August 1st probably, since we'll have just gotten off a 15 hour flight (O,o) Anyways, I give me best wishes to all, and I'm sorry to me RPing mates that I won't be able to RP for a while, but you'll live...whether I will or not is another matter though lol I'll take lots of pictures and suchand maybe post them on a wiki here as an album. I'll miss youse all! *huggles and loveles upon everyone* So this be Owlie saying

"Adieu!"

Well...today has been both bad and good. First off, I woke up at about 7 am (which is too early for me since Owlie is most definitely not a morning person) feeling, frankly, like shit. Half hour later, I'm sitting on the toilet with a trash can on my lap with the shits and puking my brains out at the same time -_-' Thankfully, it didn't last nearly as long as my sicknesses usually do, so by 10:30 I was back in bed and fell asleep again for about hours--and I felt just fine. But, this meant I had to cancel my piano lessons, again, for the third time in a row :(

However, I did feel good enough to go see Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest with aaallllll me buddies (^,^) SO much fun it was, yisyis. Awesome movie too! Just as good as the first, if not even better! HUGE cliffhanger though, so be warned and don't be disappointed. Also, if you feel like staying til after the credits, there's a short little scene at the end that was rather amusing :D

Ah, and then, just a little bit ago, our swamp cooler decided our house wan't wet enough and started spewing water into the main room by the stairs and front door (O,o) If Owlie hadn't've heard it from up here, we could have all drowned! But, now the floor's all wet and Debbie (my step-mother) is frankly pissed at the whole ordeal -_-' But well, at least Owlie was there: saving the world one malfunctioning cooling device at a time. (^,~) Huzzah!

Now Owlie's off to read smutty fanfics--tata!

hehehehe Since I'm in an odd/hyper/very good mood, I decided to post this random ammusing song by an equally ammusing band called Lemon Demon--you may know them by their steadily increasingly popular Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny (with Chuck Norris of course!) (^,^) This is only one of several, most of which I keep on my iPod for such moods as...well, now lol

Alright, these people must all be retarded to be in college and not know what suffrage is.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-1103776590118655660&q=women%27s+suffrage&pl=true

Only one person actually refused to sign. That's just plain sad. People like that are what gave blondes and women in general a bad name -_-' Just thought I'd share it with everyone else.

Finally, I have figured out all my personalities and complied a list of them all :D For your convenience, I've posted it here; that way you always know who you're talking to ;)

We often forget that love is not that the person has saved you in ways that you yourself could never have done alone, but rather that they have kidnapped you and you never want to return--nor will they allow it.

(^,~) Just a short rambling there I wanted to say is all hehe Ta-ta!

Hey peoples!! If you're reading this, and you're my friends, then good job! You actually listened to me!! :P

Anyways, just to let everyone know, today marks the first day that I am officially busy!! Not as in I procrastinated for a month before starting either. I've got a paper for Health on Amphetamines, and another paper for Pre-IB Biology on Parinson's Disease as well as a project, all due tomorrow. So, I'll probably be on Elftown today for a while, but there may be long lapses of absence. Hust letting everyone know so you don't all freak out :P Especially Sequeena-person!! *huggles sequeena* hehehe

~Niteness (^,~)

This life is a series of chances. Like going for a night in Los Vegas with a million to spend on any table, any game, anywhere. It all just depends on how you roll the dice. You get one chance at true love, one chance at pure hate, one chance to make things right, one chance to make things better, one chance to live. That's all we can do, isn't it? Live? We people who walk this earth can contemplate our meaning to the point of insanity and still not have gotten anywhere. We can ponder the way others are, and still never really understand. We can write a thousand, a million books, study the vastness of the universe, speak the most eleborate and cogent words ever spoken and believe that we have made this world better, for someone else if not oneself. But it all comes down to living just to live. To live without any other ulterior than to be happy and see the world happy through one's own eyes. And then everything is perfect. The world is seen in so many views, so many ways, and all so different and yet the same. A wonderful world, a beautiful world full of the wonders that we always seek til the ends of our days and never really notice until that point and can greet Death with a warm smile. A terrible, cruel world of darkness and death and so little hope that people lose faith in the blink of an eye and break apart where once they would have stood strong. Where people, like myself as I can now admit, see no reason for such spirituality to exist any longer. And that, in a way, sickens me. It is truly disgusting what humans have down to their own home. I hope only that I will not have to bear it so long as to see it crumble into the very things I can see in my mind that I do not dare to even begin explaining. We do not have a reason for being here. We simply are. No matter what else any other being can say, this is the one, the only, true truth above all else: we are. And this life is. That's all there is, and nothing more.


And as long as this shall remain true, we as humans can only do one thing that should be expected of us:

Live life as if it is.

What a strange thing a human being is. I think it odd that we can claim to known so much about ourselves, and yet I don't believe that there will ever be a way to truly find all there is to know. For instence: tears. We produce tears naturally to prevent dehydration of the eyes and such. But what forces us to cry? If you were to ask that to anyone who thought they knew their anatomy, they would simply say that something in out minds triggers it, a kind of repressed stress that we have failed to acknowledge, a memory perhaps. But why? Why tears? Why do we cry? It doesn't make sense, seeing as how we can do the same just by shutting our eyes tightly. Yet when we feel the need to weep, it is almost to hard to resist.

Another thing is our lust for violence, blood, disaster. Why would mankind wish death upon the world? Why do we want to kill people we have never seen before? What purpose does that server? Why rape? Why shoot? Why thieve? Why cheat? We're such odd beings compared to the rest of the world.

I thought of ants recently, and how cruel we treat them without a single thought. I noticed that we questin our existence, our purpose in this world, wasting away trying to answer questions instead of living through them. Ants, however, are born and already know their purpose. They do it naturally and without question. And in return for their labor, they recieve food, shelter, and company in large numbers for protection. They spwnd their entire lives knowing exactly what tomorrow will be like. Knowing exactly what they are to do when that day comes. And when they die, they won't care.

And we feel the need to kill them for it.

We say that we have the most developed brains in the world, automatically making us the rulers of it. But what if we're too intelligent? It's such an over rated thing sought after constently for an eternity. I find it rather odd that we consider that to be doing something, instead of wasting our time.

In that case, perhaps I should stay on this computer a bit longer (^,~)

All the World's a Stage

This life a theatre we well may call,
  Where every actor must perform with art;
Or laugh it through and make a farce of all,
  Or learn to bear with grace his tragic part.

Palladas, Greek Anthology X

Endure What Life God Gives

Mh funai ton apanta ni-
ka logon to d, epei fanh,
bhnai keio opoqen per h-
kei polu denteron ws tacista.

Never to have lived is best, ancient writers say:
Never to have drawn the breath of life, never
To have looked into the eye of day;
The second best’s a gay goodnight and quickly turn away.

Sophacles, Oepidus at Colonus

It seems that I cannot find the reasons for this pain that I feel each night and passing day. Every time I lay in bed and try to sleep I only cry instead, and for reasons that I cannot grasp entirely. I know that tears are pointless, worthless things that should be nonexistent, but even as I type that my eyes sting. I scream at my brain to stop thinking like this now because it will only make it worse, I know. I simply wish that there was something, or someone that I could turn to and truly believe in. I would like to believe that there is a Heaven where I will be happy and everything perfect to the point that I would look forward to it...but I can't. As much I wish that, I can't bring myself to that single conclusion of faith. However I can believe that there is a Devil. And I fear that if I do not find Faith again that I will be thrown into his merciless relm that is so pondered over by the world. I now believe that the greatest torture in life is Life itself, and as I thought of that single statement, tears could no longer be held back. I am surprised in fact that they do not still fall down my face and into my hands that I look at now with such distaste and reality.

I tamazes me that people look at me and see a happy person whose life is so carefree and laid back that I'd have nothing to worry about in this world.

But if they only knew. Knew how much I suffer each and everyday in a lonely dark room waiting sadly for sleep to overcome my body and take me away from this world, if only for a moment. I keep thinking about those people who say they've seen God himself, and I wonder why them, whose only faults in life were that of wounds that threw them down a path they walked down unwillingly before being thrown back again into this Hell we live in. I almost feel ashamed of myself, because my life is truly an easy one, compared to a billion others around the world. But I cannot change what I feel and how I see the world.

Perhaps there is no Heaven or Hell. Perhaps this world is both at once, combined in an odd manner so that we never know until that last breath. Last breath...just as I typed the words I lose my own. I feel sick now, and weary.

I think I'll go to bed.