| I adore this poem. |
[Dec. 26th, 2005|03:59 pm] |
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I remember reading this poem a long while ago, and never being able to find it after that. Well, guess what: I finally found it!
This is the poem that I want somewhere near the tree that I am to be buried under. I love this poem, and it's what inspired my decision.
When I pass to my reward.
Whatever that may be,
I'd like my friends to think of me
As one who loved a tree.
I may not have a statesman's poise
Nor thrill a throng with speech
But I may benefit mankind
If I set out a beech.
If I transport a sapling oak
To rear its mighty head
Twill make for them a childhood shrine,
That will not soon decay.
Of if I plant a tree with fruit,
On which the birds may feed,
Then I have fostered feathered friends
And that's a worthy deed.
For winter when the days grow short
And spirits may run low
I'd plant a pine upon the scape
T'would lend a cheery glow.
I'd like a tree to mark the spot
Where I am laid to rest
For that would be the epitaph
That I would like the best.
Tho it's not carved upon a stone
For those who come to see
But friends would know that resting there
Is he, who loved a tree
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| Rant on the holidays. |
[Nov. 23rd, 2005|03:32 pm] |
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| [ | Listen... |
| | Enter Sandman - Metallica | ] |
I really... really... really despise the way that whatever holiday we may celebrate at any time of the year, really, has been so vastly commercialized. No matter what faith you are, if any faith it all, most of us celebrate the "Winter holiday season" with giving each other gifts, and recieving them. It would be nice if most of us could do the gift giving and such AND still celebrate and make our religious purposes the main focus of the holiday. But that is obviously not the case. Greed and obligation, the motivator, many times, for the giving and recieving of gifts, rather than love and selflessness. I'm not saying that the latter never happens. But I'm willing to bet that the majority of people who buy gifts only buy them because they know they will recieve something in return, or they feel that it is expected of them. Children today are an especially sad sight... Christian children may grow up never knowing that the main purpose of Christmas is to celebrate th birth of Christ. Pagan children may grow up never knowing that the main pupose of Yule is to celebrate the re-birth of the God. All they know is Santa Claus and that he brings them lots and lots of toys. Toys. Personally, I don't want my children growing up thinking that the only reason they get toys at the end of the year is because a fat guy in a red suit and all his litle elves decide that they need some. Even is the child is "naughty" they still get loads of things because their parents don't want to disclude the child from the wealth of fun they are supposed to derive from mass quantities of cheap plastic figures and candy. Thats not a type of reinforcement I think should be going on. The child learns to expect, every year, anything he or she wants for abolutely nothing on their part. I'm not saying that I won't do the whole "Santa Claus/Yule Fairy" Thing when I get older and have children... I am, however, going to enforce whatever religious and moral aspect I can... And I really think other people should do the same. I only say this because of the fact that I live with one of the most greedy, insolent little child I have ever known. And I am not joking at all when I say that. She is spoiled rotten, and I would hate for any numberof the general child population to act like her. I mean, example: Last Christmas, she didn't get some sort of Barbie that she wanted. The child sat in the living room floor, amongst the abundance of other items she recieved for Christmas, and had a fit. Right there. Over a stupid... Barbie. I think that that sort of behavior is ridiculous and that not only ideas similar to the ones Santa provokes are the reason, but the way that parents spoil their children. That wasn't my topic though. Christmas and Yule and Chanukah *can't spell* and Kwanzaa are wonderful holidays when you consider the lessons they can teach and the inspiration they can invoke, but the commercializing of this holiday season: Absolutely horrible. |
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| Like a lightbulb. |
[Nov. 14th, 2005|06:31 pm] |
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The answer: Don't care about it. |
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| Heehee |
[Oct. 24th, 2005|10:47 pm] |
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I'd like to give a big SHOUT OUT to all my HOMIES in the HIZOUSE.
Speaking of my homies, PERK UP, BUDDIES! Whatever you think'll make you happy LET ME KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW. ;__; No matter who ya' are, it saddens me to see my friends in such a bad state... I know... I'll write you poetry!
"The Ballad of the Happy Fun Friendship Song"
There once was a man from Peru
Who dreamed he was eating his shoe
He sat up with a fright
In the middle of the night
To find that his dream had come true!
...Wait a minute... Wrong poem. *trips and falls flat on face* *stands up and brushes self off* Now! To the Ballad of the Happy Fun Friendship Song...
Roses are red,
And violets do blossom.
No matter what time,
My friends are awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
XD Aw. Ain't that the bee's knees? I LOVE YOU! ALL OF YOU! |
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| *sigh* |
[Jul. 27th, 2005|05:20 pm] |
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| |  guilty | ] |
I'm sorry. I'm a bitch... |
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| This is the last fucking time. |
[Jul. 27th, 2005|08:34 am] |
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| | angry, with a hint of loathing | ] |
| [ | Listen... |
| | Bullet With Butterfly Wings by The Smashing Pumpkins | ] |
Wonderful way to start off today, incredibly pissed that is.
Joe, I don't care what the fuck you think about how women are supposed to look or whatever. I just hope you never... get... laid... ever. I hope that people realize how much of an asshole you are before they ever get that far. You don't seem to realize that looks aren't the only thing that get you fucked, you know. If you are a complete jerk half the population isn't going to want your dick in any hole in their body. I'm so sick of your shit! I have put up with you for a long time because I thought you have been one of my better guy friends! And I thought you were more fucking considerate than you let off. But I guess I was wrong. You should not push my fucking buttons, you don't know how much of a hell I can make your life. I'm so fucking SICK OF THIS.
And if you say "Oh, I'll get laid more times than you would fucking imagine." Lets just say that I can imagine it Joe, and I know that unless you straighten the fuck up, it won't matter how many times you screw. Where are you headed after the military, huh? Where? Are you going to sit at home with a 6-pack and a box of cigarettes? If you don't straighten the fuck up you'll be fucking lonely for the rest of your life Joe. You don't realize that all these anorexic preppy fucks you think you're "falling in love" with now, don't care a damn bit about you. Hell, most, not all, girls in general don't give a fuck about you. Unless you're going to fall for someone in the military, you better get some sense and start acting like a DECENT HUMAN BEING. And I know you're pissed beyond repair at me right now, but that was the point. Anger seems to be the only fucking thing that registers with you, Joe. You have no other emotions towards most people.
Hah, you're going to hate me even more when I do this, but... Considering I'm already halfway there, why not just go ahead and get all the anger out:
i have never...
(Anonymous)
2004-07-11 00:52 (link) Select
cried over a girl before. well, i just did. you are NOT going to be happy with chris if you didnt go back to him for yourself. i still love you, teeny.
-SLF
i love you
(Anonymous)
2004-07-06 23:39 (link) Select
i love you. don't die.
Alder Ravenwings
Even though those are just stupid posts on a journal, and even though all we really did was talk on the internet, don't ever think that I'll get over that, Joe.
I may understand why you did what you did now... I know that I used to think this, but you fought tooth and nail telling me that it wasn't true. You really did dump me because of how I looked, didn't you? And by the way, just to clear this up, I know that when you did that I told you some shit about not wanting to ruin whatever friendship we had, and that I was going to do the same thing anyway, so it was all good. And that was about a third of the way true. But you just don't know how bad you hurt me. I can't for my life figure out what I did wrong, and I haven't been able to, so I just blame it on myself. Sorry for being fucking ugly, Joe. Terribly, terribly sorry. The only reason I've stayed your friend for so long, through all of your bitching and fighting with my friends, and all that other crap, is because I still remember eeeeverything we said that night that I talked to you for at least 5 or 6 hours. I thought you were exactly like me, and I thought I could kind of understand you, and maybe you could understand me. You always gave me good advice, no matter how mean or horrible it seemed... But frankly, I'm tired of this. I'm tired of you being so hateful and angry and confrontational all the time. Bringing up all these memories now really puts a fucking damper on my thoughts towards you. Hah... You don't even know the half of what has been going on in my mind concerning you, for at least a year now, do you? I'm not so sure even Whitney knows but a smaaaall sliver of it. I'm pretty sure that you never thought twice about it after it was all said and done. But I know what has gone on in my mind, and I'm starting to realize that you aren't the kind of person I was under the impression that you were. I've been fighting back against what people say about you for a long time, you know. I don't like it when Whitney or Erica or anyone else calls you an asshole, because I think, or used to think, there was a little more to you than what you let people see. I'm the only one who is actually willing to stand up for you when people do start talking shit when you're not there. But you don't care, do you? Let them say it to your face, right? Well whatever, Joe. What the fuck ever. Maybe I'm just a fucking fool for thinking that you were any better than what I'm beginning to think that you are. You could have been morbidly obese, dying of cancer, missing your left leg, I dunno, it doesn't really matter, but I still would have thought the same way about you. I guess that's alot more than you can say, huh? Just so you know, it'll stay with me for a very, very, very long time that you just didn't want to give me a chance. Don't expect me to just get over it. I don't hold grudges often, but I still hold on to lots of pain.
Hah... I know you'll never believe this, but you want to know the real reason that I wanted to get all thin and pretty this summer? You. Okay? You get that? I wanted to completely change myself, not truly for me, not for anyone else, but you. Sure, I thought about the fact that I would be a little happier with myself, and people would like me a little more. But you were the driving force behind that goal to start off with. For one thing, I know that no matter what I do, I'll never think I'm good enough for anyone until I can prove that I can at least be good enough for you. Of course it hasn't worked, and of course you still won't like me anymore than what you will after you get finished reading all this shit, but I just thought maybe I should let you know.
At least maybe at this moment I am finally getting over it. I've found someone that is like me now, and likes me for who I am. Never thought I could get both at the same time from my past experiences. As a matter of fact, Travis is just about the perfect mix of you and Chris together. Aggressive, but not an asshole. Sensitive, but not too much. And something both of you seem to have lacked in some department or another: Interest in who I am.
I hate having to say all this, but you pushed me over the edge. I don't know how else to explain it besides that.
I don't care what anyone else has to say about this issue, there won't be any comments. If something I have said in the past conflicts with what is up there, then I was LYING. I thoroughly admit to lying to your face if I've said anything other than what I just typed.
You better take heed to what I have said, because now I believe that I'll definitely be making my journal friends only. I actually stopped it because I didn't want to completely lose touch with you. But I guess Whitney and Erica were right, its best for me to keep you out of my journal and my thoughts and my life.
By the way, don't get the wrong idea from this. At this point I pretty much dislike you as much as I possibly can. |
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| Power. |
[Jul. 25th, 2005|12:46 pm] |
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Support the Dove Real Beauty campaign!
I came across this in an ad above my horoscopes...
And its true! Real women have curves. Thats how it is. See how beautiful you can be even if you're not thin as a pencil.
http://www.campaignforrealbeauty.com/flat3.asp?id=2287 |
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| AAHH |
[Jul. 25th, 2005|09:42 am] |
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| | rather pleased | ] |
| [ | Listen... |
| | Nymphetamine | ] |
I woke up at 8. XD Imagine that. O.o
Welp, I do believe I'll be doing absolutely nothing today. Someone wanna help me... paint? *big smile* Pweeease? I get to paint part of the green on today. XD Well, trim the walls in green until my dad can get some paint roller tray thingies.
I think today will be considerably better than most days have lately. Yes indeed. *nods*
Cold was my SOUL. Untold was the PAIN I FACED, when you left me a ROSE in the rain...
Teehee, what a good song. |
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[Jul. 24th, 2005|06:13 pm] |
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Hehe, this party's gonna be sweet. Thanks to the collaboration of me and Whitney's brilliant minds. |
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| Bored. |
[Jul. 23rd, 2005|09:24 pm] |
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Well, I'm progressing slowly on my room. XD I have over half the panels painted brown *w00t* Its a pretty brown though.
I'm kinda confused at the moment. I can't decide what I should do to make myself more confident. I've tried looking at myself in the mirror and picking out all the good things, and sometimes it actually works. But the only problem is that it lasts for a split second before *poof* I'm back to where I was. XD No idea why. Oh well. I'll get there eventually.
Peach yogurt us a vile thing. Sadly, we ran out of strawberry. XD I say this because it's what I'm eating for dinner at the moment. Ewies. |
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[Jul. 23rd, 2005|05:54 am] |
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Welp, I've been up another sleepless night. *nods* That made no sense what-so-fucking-ever. XD
I thought that maybe I could sort out my shit in one night. XD I was wrooooooooooooooooooooooooong.
My problem is that I get to a point where I feel great and I'm confident for a split second, and then it disappears, and I haven't the slightest idea why. That causes me to be right back where I started. =__=;; That's been happening all night long. Been trying to get myself a little more confident and happy about my life and current situations and junk like that, but its not working.
YOU CAN'T SAY I DIDN'T TRY THOUGH, DAMMIT. *power!*
Ya' gotta do it till its done, thats why I say. And Whitney. DO IT! DO IT TILL IT'S DONE! I NEED SLEEP. *falls out* |
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[Jul. 21st, 2005|10:06 pm] |
| In a Past Life... | 
You Were: A Banished Priest.
Where You Lived: Argentina.
How You Died: Hung for treason. |
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| Mew-seek. |
[Jul. 21st, 2005|01:59 pm] |
In case you don't know, which you probably don't, I now have a 'music' livejournal. XD It is located here:
www.livejournal.com/users/guitarsnrhythm
I'd appreciate it if there were comments and junk. XD Every time I post a song, I post comments on the song, the lyrics, and if I can find somewhere, a place to listen to it. Any requests for songs or information on bads or anything to put in there would be good, yes. Anyways, just wanted to let ya' know. XD Its not very big right now, but its a-gettin' there. |
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[Jul. 17th, 2005|11:54 pm] |
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| |  sick | ] |
Well, it's 6 minutes until tomorrow. I guess luck just decided to give me the skip today. *in reference to horoscopes*
I'm really rather worried about my doctors appointment. I don't want to go there... I didn't intend upon going there until I was 18, I'm 2 years early!!! ;__; *sigh* I hope that they can tell me whats wrong... Maybe I can get a prescription for the completely nauseatingly excruciating pain associated with that week.
Jodies new hair is actually pretty cute. Even though he... looks like Kyle. o.o Honestly... Do most guys I like have SOME SORT of resemblance to Kyle?!?! What is with that!? *FYI, I do not like Jodie nor Kyle in that way. Not anymore, after that last fiasco. XD*
( Read more... )
I'm starting to get to restless. About everything lately. I can't seem to be able to go anywhere... I can't see my boyfriend... Can't see my friends... Don't have anything to do... Except for painting my room, that is. Which I hope to get done within the next couple of days. *I need to do a banishing ritual before I move my stuff in, I want to make sure that, even though the spirit is my grandmothers, there are no ghosts or unwanted energies lingering in my room. I remember having disturbing dreams in that room. And even though I could go lucid like, *snaps,* that I would rather not have to deal with all the other stuff I associate with that room. I want to do the ritual while the moon is full, and thats sometime this week.* So I guess I should hurry.
Anyway, I'm thinking about applying to get a job at Old Navy. XD Only problem is that I have no flippin' clue how you go about getting a job... anywhere. I know you have to fill out an application... What happens then? o.O Do they just pick people? Or do you have to be interviewed? *shudders at the thought of it* I wouldn't be so sure that they would interview people for working at Old Navy... XD Or would they? O.o
Uugh. XP Mum took us to Starbucks a little while ago because she has to stay up all night writing a paper for her Nursing Theories class. Never drink a Double Chocolate Chip Frappucino that late at night. *ew*
Anyway, thoroughly disappointed that luck ran me amiss today... Er... yesterday XD I shall now retire. Byes. |
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