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Rina

:: 2004 18 May :: 9.13pm
:: Mood: blech
:: Music: seether

you reek of frustration; it curls off of you like smoke.
weekend = ridiculously cool.
me = sunburnt.

and my birthday is in 2 DAYS! WHAT!

it happens to coincide with graduation, but that will not take my happiness away. woo.

the end is here


Rina

:: 2004 13 May :: 7.30pm

arg. my background is being such a fucker.

the end is here


Rina

:: 2004 13 May :: 7.01pm
:: Mood: tired
:: Music: sacrifice

"beyond flesh. beyond perfection."
so. assessments were tuesday. i forgot my sketchbook. but i am not probed!!!! very good.

wednesday. is my favorite day! dont ask why. nothing special really happened.. except for james!!!
"crash bandicoot?"
"it is some sort of task.. you must collect the crystals. and fruit."
you know what im talking about.

OH! yes, i have a new look for the journal. best viewed in 1024 x 768. i could switch it to 800 x 600, but the majority of people dont use that screen resolution, so.. hm.

girls' weekend this weekend. i wont be back till sunday! what!

we are doing pastels in art. yayness. i heart pastels.

4 day[s] remain | the end is here


cowboy67

:: 2004 11 May :: 8.39pm

you're so pretty the way you are.

2 day[s] remain | the end is here


Rina

:: 2004 9 May :: 11.00pm
:: Mood: quiet
:: Music: the rasmus

it was hot like a mother today. but i made a huge picture with my shiny new pastels. they are the good chalk kind.

i had colors all over myself. you should have seen my face. there was a large black streak across my forehead and some green on my jawline. and, my hands were completely covered.

i officially hate the css coding for iframes. it is a bitch. why cant they have little site-builders with an iframes option? i mean honestly. i used to like designing crap in html, but this is hell on wheels. not literally. but it would be fun to see if you think about it.

which, oh my god, brings me to something going on in my head. when someone says 'hell froze over' i used to think of a large ice-skating rink. so naturally, i thought of ice skating or hot cocoa. oooohh dear how things change.

i now think of a large ice skating rink filled with millions of ms. freis'. so, (here is the hilarity bit) the term 'hell freezing over' could be thought of as 'hell freising over'.

get it? freis, freeze..

yes, i know its lame but you have to admit.. when youre tired and you dont want to think of anything, its pretty damn funny. especially if you know what she looks like.

want to completely baffle me? try and explain the linear progression of time, and how any unravelled part of it can cause objects to become unparadox. or impossible, if you wish.

i feel like a blank book sometimes. you could call me a canvas.

color me curious.

4 day[s] remain | the end is here


Rina

:: 2004 6 May :: 7.46pm
:: Mood: HYPER.
:: Music: yellowcard

wee.
i feel like i want to be pushed down a hill in a shopping cart. really really fast.

that would be so much fun. weee.

i feel unnaturally hyper. and slighty drunk, im not sure.

1 day[s] remain | the end is here


Rina

:: 2004 6 May :: 2.45pm
:: Mood: amused
:: Music: the living end

the first lesson is always the hardest
ohmygod. your tie is so hot.

cnlakivohabanm;sliyhehg.

i want you.

the end is here


cowboy67

:: 2004 5 May :: 4.33pm

can i vent a pet peeve?
it's SUR-PRISE. NOT "SU-PRISE." i know you pronounce it like "Sa-prize" but !@#$%^&* learn how to freaking spell.

and it's A (SPACE) LOT.

and YOU'RE = YOU ARE.

and YOUR = possessive. see, what that means is that "YOUR" denotes that something belongs to the "YOU." example: i like YOUR ass. whose ass? you, gisele, i like YOUR ass. NOT: i like YOU'RE ass. 'i like YOU ARE ass'? that kind of talk is only allowed if you're foreign! and don't even think about writing "YOUR special so i think i want to throw you a SUPRISE party tomorrow and invite ALOT of people because ITS fun!"

ick ick ick! you shouldn't be allowed into the next grade until you learn those. i don't care if we have 15-year-olds in 2nd grade, let's learn our own damn language! stop being lazy and get an education you sloths.

5 day[s] remain | the end is here


Rina

:: 2004 3 May :: 9.09pm
:: Mood: aggravated
:: Music: spitting games - snow patrol

guilt is the ash at the back of your throat

i love homemade chocolate chip cookies.

i know boredom very well. we are friends now. but luckily, when he becomes unbearable i find ways to amuse myself. so today i made a squirrel. out of gum wrappers. it was so ridiculously awesome you will not believe.

i should write a book. To Boredom and Back: Ways to Amuse Yourself Along the Way. I would be famous. and i could show little picture-diagrams on how to make things out of gum wrappers.

you would buy it.

6 day[s] remain | the end is here


alastar

:: 2004 30 April :: 1.32pm
:: Music: None

Looking Back

I can’t stand it when you’re right behind me,
I’m always looking back and finding you there
And seeing you is like time rewinding,
I’m always looking back and finding you there

And my thoughts are useless
Because you control who I am
You’re always hollowing me out
You’re even following me now
I try to escape but I remain here and find
You, like a just like stain on the back of my mind

I can’t stand it when you’re picking my words
I’m always looking back and finding you there
And seeing you just makes this worse
I’m always looking back and finding you there

And my dreams are hopeless
Because you control what I have
You’re always pushing me down
You’re even above me now
I try to break free but I linger and then I’m lost
Just like a memory in the back of my thoughts

I can’t stand it when you’re right behind me,
I’m always looking back and finding you there
And seeing you is like time rewinding,
I’m always looking back and finding you there
I can’t stand it when you’re picking my words
I’m always looking back and finding you there
And seeing you just makes this so much worse
I’m always looking back and finding you there

the end is here


alastar

:: 2004 27 April :: 11.47pm
:: Mood: exanimate
:: Music: Linkin Park

I started writing and didn't stop, this is the result.
Block waves of meaning, shock this rock craze and deceive me into thinking you have the answer then take it way from me, what you had me believing were lies and I was blinded while you tried to guide me through my life when you were always in the way, I meant to push you out but only pushed you down, the message wasn’t received only put forth in existence, so still you stayed in the distance always shoving resistance into this life of mine, and you control this trying to show condolence but only making a fool of yourself, not caring about anyone else, its time to wake and see your mistakes, always feel before you create, and its time for me to rise and open your eyes and see the surprise, as I come forth and put you in place, shock that look on your face and hold you down while you scream for death, and I’ll steal your breath becoming stronger than I already am, lasting longer than I already can, there’s no way you can stay anymore, I’ll bring you back to before, back to the past when pain wasn’t what you wield, and feeling was real, in a time that had time to steal, and time to kill wasn’t available, but still, there were criminals, and I was there to keep them at bay and that’s where I’ll put you today, I’ll bring you there and make you stay, you can’t stop me, never dropping I’ll shake you and take you out, bring you up and break you down, you can’t fake this, you know its true, so don’t mistake it or you know what I’ll do, I’ve said it before but just so we’re clear I’ll say it once more, bash you head on the floor a flash of light with a crash pain will be your fate, a place of hate no time to waste, to time to wait for haste drives the soul as it guides the body in place of the mind that was left behind when you started to hide, dug a hold and crawled inside, and while they screamed you name you created me, and told me your own beliefs but I knew they weren’t true, I rose above because I had enough, just like all the people that you pushed away, but now its your turn and you can’t tell what’s going on, so if this is too fast to run on broken glass with the diminishing light and the shadows it casts, tell me and I’ll go faster and then, I’ll pick up the pace and when, you’ve given up I still won’t have had enough, the pain inside is maddening, and the speed feeds the greed and such fuel is saddening, you rely on this design of devouring time to go back and then, maybe change what’s happening, but you’re trapped in this skin, you can’t even change from within, so live on inside this park of darkness, a carnival of fright, and carnal rides that just might be your last thrill of the night, crashing into the sky while you wonder why you had to create me, and I am yours because you made me, you wrought your own demise and I’ll be there hear the last of your cries while you sit and realize the science of life was never yours to control, you may have made me but I have my own soul, my mind is greater than yours not because you designed it but because it was meant to be, and everything you meant to me were lies and now I see as I watch the skies light up with strikes of lightning flashing, with the volume turned up and the thunder crashing, I’m finally at peace, I can finally sleep, now that you can’t fall beneath, crawl and leave and let my secrets leek, I’m safe inside but I’m weak, I’d scream if I could speak, but I can’t so let go and listen for the echo this will make in the years to come, even when I’m long gone my work will linger on in these fiery words, and as much as it hurts you know I didn’t make things worse, I made life live on even while the body was gone, a soul trapped in ink on paper that will fade but will be read before it can disappear, and a story will be told through the years, of a conquest that will shatter all the rest and live inside of your chest and in your minds forever.

2 day[s] remain | the end is here


Rina

:: 2004 26 April :: 3.00pm
:: Mood: sleepy
:: Music: other computers

my journey seems to end at your doorstep
today was agonizingly slow.

i was eagerly anticipating the end of the day when i woke up this morning.

i felt very shy. like a little girl keeping a secret. ana said i looked small and cute. and i started to wonder what other people might think of me. i am a very curious person.

i didnt talk very much. i was kind of hoping that if i stared at my watch enough the day might go faster. or if i didnt talk to anyone, the day wouldnt slow down any more than it had already.

it didnt work.

now i am at my mother's office. this place is so bland i can hardly stand it. it screams that it needs more than white covering its walls. it feels like some sort of penitentary. but each time i come here it doesnt seem as bad. i hope that doesnt mean im accepting that it wont change. i hate being forced to accept things. thats why im so good at arguing. i can pick fights so easily i scare myself.

yesterday my mother took me and my sister to 'Mamma Mia!' at the barbara b. mann hall. it was a musical. and i have to say, it was alot better than i had expected.

and for those of you who read some of my story, would it be too much to ask for feedback? i dont know if i should continue writing it.

5 day[s] remain | the end is here


alastar

:: 2004 25 April :: 11.42pm

Transcendent
Sorry I’m not that great
But I’ll be here when he’s gone
I have the time to wait
So you won’t be waiting long

My arms are weak, held at my sides
I can’t move when I look in your eyes
I’m burning here to be noticed by
The only girl that won’t compromise

Sorry I’m bad with words
I didn’t mean to make this hurt
I was only trying to help
I never meant to make things worse

My arms are weak, held at my sides
I can’t move when I look in your eyes
I’m burning here to be noticed by
The only girl that won’t compromise

Sorry I’m not transcendent
But I could be if you’d forget it
And if I could choose
I would only want you

My arms are weak, held at my sides
I can’t move when I look in your eyes
I’m burning here to be noticed by
The only girl that won’t compromise

the end is here


Rina

:: 2004 24 April :: 9.24pm
:: Mood: energetic
:: Music: switchfoot

your eyes sparkle in the moonlight
good saturday night.

went to the movies with my geeker and monkey. and andrew came too. (for those of you who dont know carina lingo: i went with sydney, chelsea, and.. andrew.)

we went to the gap and terrorized it a bit. then we walked to black hawk cafe. i got a mocha latte. with this cool sugar stuff they have. mmm good. i would have to say that it rivals starbucks.

saw ella enchanted. dude. that movie is cute. and from what i've heard, completly different from the book. before the movie started i put a gum wrapper on my shoe. you know how you peel off the foil-y type stuff off the 'extra' gum. you've all done it. well, i put some on my shoe.

after the movie we went to black hawk again. i couldnt resist. i bought another mocha. with the cool sugar stuff. but sydney got one too.

so now i have consumed two mochas within 2 hours. i think wired is a bit of an understatement.

2 day[s] remain | the end is here


cowboy67

:: 2004 24 April :: 3.00pm

i wonder when this day will end?

the end is here


Rina

:: 2004 24 April :: 1.47pm
:: Mood: bleh
:: Music: the reason - hoobastank

and the light that guides is fading
i get glasses on monday.

this weekend is going to be lame. i have two projects to do. joy, oh joy.

and teenage drama is living in my house. sound the alarm.

i miss having places to go. friends to see. non-stop talking on the phone. school is taking over my life. im going to beat it back with some sticks pretty soon.

the end is here


alastar

:: 2004 22 April :: 7.02pm

Mourning Storm

I feel the cold coming on, just like a horde of moths
Manifesting themselves, and swarming my thoughts
And a pair of cold eyes piercing my back
Watching and waiting for a time to attack

I feel a storm coming on, just like electrical currents
A hurricane of authority, with free mind deterrents
And a pair of feet walking softly behind me
Forcing me to run with a feeling sent to guide me

Warm rain falls down as the storm absorbs power
Swirling fast winds in an electrical tower
And I hear the steps growing louder, closer
A feeling of terror, hoping it will soon be over

The ground tares apart, as the thunder crashes
The sky blazes with fire as the lightning flashes
And a white hand appears on my shoulder
A shock wave of pain as the night grows colder

Intensifying danger with deadly cold weather
A night so bitterly frozen that it lasts forever
And crashing skulls hit stone and rock
With searing blows that air couldn’t block

Rain and snow pour steadily over the ground
Street lamps flicker and I can’t hear a sound
The fight rages and my fist meets his jaw
Falling down to cement he gasps in awe

Clouds thin and the moon begins to show
Light pours over me as the street begins to glow
And as I walk away with a cut on my face
He lays a beaten soul in motionless space

the end is here


cowboy67

:: 2004 22 April :: 1.59pm

as documented throughout the history of the world, hate will solve everything
i don't understand war. sure, teach me the politics, the historical background, the fighting tactics, etc. and i can understand how and why it happens. anyone can understand stats and data written in a book. but i don't understand this sick preoccupation with power. this incessant need of control over everything and everyone. this insatiable hunger for corporal things that last only as long as your dollar has value. i don't understand how a person can be so intolerant of another as to murder them. i suppose this is because i use common sense in my life. for example, if i'm walking through a park and come upon some flowers, i will probably think, "oh look, there's a flower. it's natural. it's beautiful. it grew from something i had no part in. it is completely indepedent of me. it is its very own being; life is flowing through each tiny petal. so delicate, yet so intricate - just like me. that's amazing." walk away. not, "oh look, there's a flower. i think i will crush it with my super-awesome human strength just because i feel like it. just because i can."

i guess if i was fed lies, hate, and guns my whole life, i wouldn't understand a person like me.

2 day[s] remain | the end is here


Rina

:: 2004 21 April :: 10.15pm
:: Mood: hyper//ecstatic

HOLY FREAKING MOTHER OF COWS.

i heart the WB. you have no idea.

3 day[s] remain | the end is here


Rina

:: 2004 21 April :: 2.52pm
:: Mood: tired
:: Music: brand new colony

run away for this place is no longer stable
i am so tired. of everything.

i am tired of tying on little bells to my feet and dancing for everyone. they expect me to be so happy all the time. its just way too hard for me right now.

besides that, im sure everyone already knows that i am getting glasses. and that they are rectangular. no, they are not "emo" glasses. and you can keep your stereotyping to yourself. i know it can be hard though.

i had my prism concert yesterday. no big. i played when they told me to. that was the extent of my excitement.

off to do schoolwork.

4 day[s] remain | the end is here

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