I'd say it's time....to listen.

Who is your Ideal Lord of the Rings (male) Mate?
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....I cheated on that. I'm so tricky. =D

Oh, but I need some time off from that emotion
I'm happy for black underwear; it saved my life.

I'm happy for my social skills; I had a nice time with a boy I haven't really known since sixth grade.

I'm happy for CD players and notebooks; they keep me busy.

I'm happy for Mrs. Val Wallice; she honestly is the greatest woman alive.

Mr. Phillips says I sit in wet paint, but I know that's not true; I have imagination. ;-)

I severely dislike Ms. 'Emily Davis'. She should watch her words when talking about such a lovely group.

It's not over till it's right
There is a problem. It's not a normal kind of problem. No, it's one of those that you can't...you can't..you just... you just don't know. It gets worse when it could be a million things..It gets hard because you've always been so strong till now. Now it's like you're watching yourself fall apart...it's happening in front of you and you can't do a thing to stop it..

Shut up, Mr. Roboto!

You are the most universal mythical beast ever. Sightings of the unicorn have been reported from all over the world, even in these modern times. Unicorns are pure and incurruptible. In China, unicorns symbolised gentleness, good will, and wisdom. Christianity links the unicorn with Christ. It is said that unicorns would only allow virgin girls to see them, let alone touch them. They were easily lured into fatal ambushes by a virgin with some potchers waiting for the unicorn in nearby bushes. A unicorn's horn was a highly prised possesion, which was reputed to have great healing capabilities. With the touch of its horn, a unicorn could bring back a person who had been dead for several hours. But when disattached from the unicorn's body, the magic was suggnificantly reduced and could only protect against poison. The unicorn had the body of a horse, a unique spirling horn, and a lion's tail. They were pure white in color. Congradulations, you are a rarity amoung mythical beasts. There aren't enough of people like you in the world.

What mythical beast best represents you? Take the quiz!

High F; It's as high as I am!!!
We're one week away from Ann Arbor. I have a smile on my face, but I'm nervous.

...what am I going to wear?

They will stay together; not leave on a boat.

Where once was light
Now darkness falls
Where once was love
Love is no more

Don't say goodbye
Don't say I didn't try

These tears we cry
Are falling rain
For all the lies you told us
The hurt, the blame!
And we will weep to be so alone

We are lost
We can never go home

So in the end
I'll be what I will be
No loyal friend
Was ever there for me

Now we say goodbye
We say you didn't try

These tears you cry
Have come too late
Take back the lies
The hurt, the blame!

And you will weep
When you face the end alone
You are lost!
You can never go home

If you ever loved me, if you ever care, if you think I'm worthy; come here.
There are so many times when I find myself listening to music for hours on end, so mute. It’s insane what I subject myself to. But it’s all in good fun, right? There are also times when I find myself dancing to the music. That is liable to become haunting.

...But it’s all in good fun.

Save my life, I'm going down for the last time
Characters:
Mom
Theresa
Lindsey

Setting:
On our way to Northstar Cinemas, to see The Lord of the Rings; The Two Towers

::Mom drives past OLC and see massive amounts of CATHOLICS::

Theresa- (Thinking)What is this? A CATHOLIC GATHERING?

Theresa- Ohmigosh! David is sooo Catholic!

Mom- Shuddup, I'm Catholic.

Lindsey- Haw Haw

..It's a crazy world I create of this...
Theresa has a story...

I was on the internet, minding my own business, when all of a sudden, a POP UP appears! First of all, I absolutely HATE pop ups with a passion; I hope they burn in Hell. The funny part of the story: The pop up itself advertised a software that eliminates POP UPS!!!

The irony of the is hilarious.

Christ, Allison, I feel like Austin Powers....
My dad is so fucking annoying. I'm so sick of his bullshit. I hate being so litteral, I know it's not very poetic. He is a drunken asshole that will never be a part of me. I won't allow it.

Cradiggybean!!!
Annabel Lee
Edgar Allan Poe, 1849

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

The first thing people ask me about my home on wheels is, 'Dude, why is your house on wheels?''
I just had a concert. I was much too stressed in pre-concert mode. I like this mental atmosphere afterwords. I'm mellow.

They call me mellow yellow...

Teh. I love that. Life is...Something. I love that, too.

Professor Whitwell is adorable. My plan is to adopt him. He has to be in his sixties though, that might alter my plan. He is so cute. His expressions are priceless.

"I don't like this music."
-Little boy sitting next to Kurt at my concert.

Young children are so honest, aren't they? Oh, to be young again...

::Thoughts of being young::

I must depart. This are my plans for the rest of the evening:
1) Frolick like a young child
2)Adopt Professor Whitwell before someone else does
3)Brush my teeth
4)Make up a silly dance

I have things to do..