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2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | I got confirmed today. The chrism smells funky. I went to church twice because of it. No real complants, nothing much was going on today. 23rd Knight play again today, at 11 am. I missed it because confirmation also started at 11. I figured since there was a kind of 'Battle of the Bands' that my friends that went to see 23rd Knight would have stayed for the whole thing. So, I made the trip to Loretto, around 2 pm to see who all was there. It was a Open House at St. Francis, the 'Battle of the Bands' was more of a side show. I think when I got there, there was about 10 people actually watching the band play. Another wasted trip. I did find out that my Blazer will do about 80 in the time that my cousin's Accord will do 100. I Finally got to watch the Matrix:Revolutions. Good movie. Fight scenes that will blow your mind. If you've watched the first two a must see. I do realize am pretty late on my review, but do you realize I watched it for the first time tonite? It brings up a deep thought for me: Everything is made to end, but start something else in the process. Once something starts it goes on forever, maybe not in the way it started, but the things that it effects are endless. |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | I went to St. Francis today to watch their production of Shakespear's Hamlet . I myself, not being completely up on the whole theater and play deals, thought it sucked. I'm not really up on it, but I do know a little bit about it. Most plays changes the stage during the different acts, not this one. I also know that Hamlet is a long play and is somewhat hard to follow, but this was horrible. Amlet, Hamlet's father who was murdered in the play, was played by the same guy as Hamlet's uncle. Sound confusing? It was. For some reason the person playing Hamlet was also scripted to be shirtless, a lot. It was attempted to be modernized, but only parts of the play were actually done. The result to me was a shotty version of what I assume to be a good play. This was my first time seeing any performance of Hamlet. Unless you count the highly abridged version that our high school did last year. I have other things on my mind at the moment as well, but can't put them to words. I haven't decided if thats a good thing or a bad thing yet. |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | I went to see the band that a couple of my buddies are in last night. They were part of a 'Variety Show' at a local highschool. I, having nothing better to do and wanting to see them play again, went without much thought. I thought I looked like a crud in my hoodie and worn-yesterday-jeans. I guess not everyone shared my opinion of my apperance. I was at the show maybe 5 minutes, sitting with the band, BS before they played, and these girls start to get my attention. 'Hey you... yea... Your hott...', not something I hear everyday. The one was calling out a phone number. I didn't get it writen down, but somehow I brought my cell phone in to the show with me. Yea, I know big deal, I don't use phones much and having my own cell is something new to me, so lay off. Anyways, I get a name and number, and begin to wonder what the night will bring. After the show, 23rd Knight was awesome by the way, the ladies left before saying anything more to me. Sometimes stuff like that happens because there is something better for you thats going to happen. |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | Hmm a lot happened tonite. My head feels dense and doesn't want to give me any words, so I will recount the nights happenings at a later date. Oh I found something for comments as you may have already noticed. |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | Rain... It rained yesterday. It rained a lot. It didn't stop today either. It wasn't a short hard rain, but more of a continous shower of water. If you don't like rainy days, the past two days, and if the forcasts are right the next couple days, were not happy times for you. I was kind of depressed, not by the rain itself, but the lack of time I had to enjoy the simple joy of walking in the rain. I really didn't have time today, although it was perfect for a walk, mainly because I got my computer back. I expected a new HDD with maybe XP reinstalled. I was exicted to find that the guy not only used a Ghosting program, but also upgraded the drive to 80 gig. (Note: Ghosting (I believe thats right, I call it that because I was introduced to the idea by the program called Norton Ghost) is the process in which data is copied from one hard drive to another. Very slick for cases such as mine and also wear the contents of the hard drives should be exactly the same (ie. School, which worked for a couple days in ours.)) I was preoccupied in reconnecting the wiring so that the computer would be functional once more. Track meet tomorrow. Hopefully no rain, so I can run dry and get home and shower for the Wrestling banquet in time. Any suggestions on an easy to set up place for people to leave notes for this site would be much appreciated. |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | All hail computers... Greatest acheivement of modern day man. When they work. When they dont... pieces of useless plasitic that take up space and piss people off to no end. Yes, you guessed it my computer is being gay, yet again. Note to Dell, nice PC's and all but how bout getting some air to the Hard Drives so they do not over heat and DIE!!! My 'new' computer, (called this because we have two, a '98 and a 2000, an it is the newer) was making funny noises at I logged in this evening. 'Hmm I have heard this noise before,' I think to myself. As it loads more things, I recall where I have heard this dishearting noise previously... The same computer days before the hard drive went ka-put on it. Ripping the tower apart to verify my assumptions, I find the insides to be a dusty mess. 'Peachy, just f****ing peachy,' I think to myself, disposing of said dust. I plug in the power to see what exactly is making this sickly sound. Ah, yes the hard drive. Exactly what I thought pulling the hard drive out of its place would do, I'm not sure, but when I did I found the piece to be rather warm. 'That ain't right,' I exclaim. And I was correct, the hard drive is not healthy, sufficating as it were. No air is being passed over the vital piece of hardware, so the stagnate air is heating up and in turn allowing no cooling to be done. That's bad. I get on the old computer to access assisant from knowledgable friends. I didn't find much, but what help I did find I was and am thankful for. I found more problems while on the old computer, in the way of a virus. (msblast.exe) Norton should take care of this, should it not? Apparently not. 'It is in use', 'Access Denied' F*** off! I ended the damn process and this is the admin user so I should have access to everything. Song of The Day Blue by A Perfect Circle |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | I guess I have been forgetting to update this. Maybe for percevived lack of intrest. Well anyway... I'm not really sure what I want to put in this post. Track meets, finding out about A Perfect Circle coming close enough to home that I can go, things about people in my life, or just a little bit of everything. Dreams... somepeople look into them, try to find meaning from them. Somepeople just ignore them. I'm one of the people that thinks there is some sort of meaning to be aquired from them. Something your mind is putting together, but your waking self is ignorant of. It may be that its not very often that I remember dreaming (although I heard that you dream every night, remember or not), but I feel the need to figure out what at least part of dreams I have could mean. Most of the time I figure out what emotion its trying to convey, and then the feeling is defined during the following evening. Last night I had a long, strange dream, most of which I faintly remember. Not enough to be able to discribe the majority of it to you, however one image stuck out. I was walking along a set of planks, set up as bridges connected together at what seemed to be the shore of the ocean or, more likely, a lake. (Only because I've never experinced the beach so my view on it is kinda of romatically idealistic. You know the whole seeing the sunset or whatever.) While walking, neither stepping off of the plank nor having it break, I knew I was in the water the next moment. Although water wasn't exactly what it was, I could breath readily. I was being flipped and spun around and around, all while being seemingly motionless. I felt completely disoriented as I tried to regain control of myself. I felt the same way tonite. I thought I had done nothing wrong to one of my close friends, I was accustomed to having a long conversation with someone, then not hear from them for a couple days. Not exactly a good thing, but something I stopped worring about. In hind sight her claim of my 'blowing her off' was actually not far from the truth. Although it was quite far from my intentions. The 'long conversation' I mentioned earily, did not end so well. Assuming that she did not want to speak with me, I didn't pressure her into it. I don't really know why, but I just assumed that talking to me wasn't as a big of a deal than it apparently is. I also realized that I may not be portraing the true me through my writings/feelings at night. Although I stated in my poem two entries ago, the smiling person in the photo, happy for no apparent reason, is not the True me, neither is the self-degrading, headcase that is personafied by the writer of the poem. Both verisons are Me, make no mistake, but the True Me lies somewhere in the middle of the to personalities. Bragging is not something I enjoy doing, but I feel that I am a good person that likes to have fun, but dabbles in the melancholy side of the fine art of poetry. One of the few arts I find myself both interested and find an ablitiy in. Song of the Day - Orestes by A Perfect Circle |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | ( Editors note: If you don't feel like reading a post about computer code then this post can be skipped ) I bought a Cross-over cable yesterday off of Esquire (some may call him 'Doogie'). I got this for two reasons. 1. To get my files on our PC onto my laptop, so I can just use the laptop for everything. 2. After doing that use the cable to share the internet so I no longer have to bicker with my brother to let me or him onto the internet. I have found at least 2 hitches with my great plan. Somehow in the process of sharing some of my music files, the volume of the song was severely dropped. When all of my other songs are nice and clear a select few on my playlist are hardly audible at the same volume level. I don't know why though. On the idea of sharing the internet, dial-up probably is not the wisest move on that one. You have to use what you have though. I haven't tested it yet, so I don't know how its going work. I'm not getting my hopes up though. I have LiteStep downloaded onto my laptop. I'm pretty sure everyone reading that (besides TJ) is saying 'What the hell is that?'. Its a Linux shell for Windows. Its pretty slick, but is open-source so its not exactly bug free. I have it set to hide the desktop icons, I like having a clean desktop. Well in doing so I create roadblocks of sorts. Instead of just clicking on the desktop icon, I have to code the shell to give me the option in my right click. Sounds confusing, but once you get the hang of it, its much quicker and easier. The problem is that if you don't code it right, your little links don't work and you have to hunt down the program manually. Most of my code works great. The shortcuts to MSN and Internet Explorer do not work, however. If anyone knows how to code this I would be much appreciative. I was trying to figure out how I could put a link to skip this post, but couldn't think of anything. I'm also trying to get my picture to show up where my profile is. I don't have it online anywhere besides my Yahoo profile. That would work, but the URL for the actual picture 'Exceeds the 68 character limit'. Unless some stroke of genius strikes, I will just have to bear with my computer problems. |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | Finals are now over for me. I had a VB final on friday. VB is Visual Basics, since everyone I've told that to has questioned it. That one was easy. I had a 98 average in the class and only had to take the final for the college credits. AP Chem, now thats another story. About the second week of school, we (the Chem class) were told by Eck that we would be taking the final in his class. About Week 5 I realized it was going to kick my ass. I should have been studing all weekend to prepare for it, but I do studying. Saturday, we tore down our pool. ( Reason upon request ) Sunday, I was doing about 50 things in the afternoon, none of which involved the Chem book. So, this morning and a little bit of last night was study time for Mike. I still think I bombed it. Do I care? If you guessed 'No, not really' you were right. |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | Today is another day that should have been good. Chem kills another one. The fact that I bombed test yesterday was confirmed today. We played soccer for track practice. That was great. I forgot how much fun that sport was. Being itchy from falling in the grass with no shirt on... eh not so fun. I'm not exactly sure which it was actually from, the grass or me scratching my back, but it looked like someone took a whip to me afterwords. I asked Mom about it when I got home. Instead of some sage advice she replied 'That doesn't look good.' No shit? I thought it looked great. Went upstairs to take a shower and chill out. That worked for about 5 minutes. Dad came up and turned my music way down. I had told mom about me getting a 57% on the chem test. She told him I guess, because I got to play 20 questions with him too. I picked up my Tux for the prom this Friday. (I forgot about that thing yesterday.) I guess I said bow-tie instead of Standard tie... Ah well piss on it. That's probably not a good attitude to have, but right now it seems to my theme. It was really frigging hot in that thing. Winamp died on me last night several times. Some error with a .m3u file. I wasn't thrilled with that, but I have the installer still so it wasn't a huge deal to put it back. My headphone's are being to co-operative either. The wires in the jack must be about shot, because its only giving me stereo when its tilted right. It really sucks when you are listening to a good song, move your head and lose sound in one ear. I went to bed disgusted with my laptop. Apparently, the latest security threat hit me. What was killing lsass was a buffer overflow. I dl-ed the patch and so far so good. (fixed found on urlLink Blackviper.com ). Wow I just now saw that Blogger now has something to automatically enter hyperlinks. I coded that one myself for the record. Song of the day: Bloodied up by 'The Akaline Trio' |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | I just updated a lot of stuff. It probably looks a little cluttered in the Previous Post section. I'll try to fix that sometime. I'm gonna start titling things. |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | Spiffy. Thats what Blogger (the host for my blog) now looks like. Apparently updated since Saturday. I like it much cleanier looking. They gave me a comment option, but I think I'm going to stick with urlLink HaloScan for now at least. School... hmmm not much to say about that. Besides the fact I don't want to go anymore. We have about 7 days before finals start. I have two finals to take. Both manditory, AP Chem and Visual Basics. AP Chem, if you've talked to me before you have more than likely heard me gripe about this. Its not really hard it just involves more work than I feel its worth. Visual Basics is a final I have to take because I'm getting college credits for it. I have like a 99 average in there so... Today was a pretty decent day. I was even in a half-way good mood this morning. (I am not a morning person). The chem test that I found out about a period before I had to take it kinda sucked, but besides that it seemed to be a pretty good day. I stayed after track to watch the softball game. Our girls won 5-1 I think. Well came home to my sister's softball team learning how to pitch fastpitch. Mom was pissed that I didn't let her know that I was staying after school. That didn't even kill my good mood. Having my laptop die on my about 5 times in 10 minutes.... Yea that really pissed me off. I had just checked for errors. Got on and was talking to people while typing this post. Message box pops up 'lsass is dying on you, ok to close it cancel to debug' (I paraphrased that). So, I click ok thinking its going to shut down the program and that will be it. I'm not positive about what exact this 'lsass' program actually does, but apparently its pretty important. I get a message box next that basically says: 'lsass died, Save all of your shit and prepare for Windows to die on you too.' Windows didn't exactly die, just shut down. This sucked. I thought fine, whatever. Start the thing up again and get back online. Same fricking messages pop up. Windows dies yet again. This happens at least twice more. I was throughly pissed off by now. I let it check for errors again, it should have picked it up the first time.... but whatever. Windows is buggy on purpose. Tech support makes jobs in America. So, when your computer dies it just helps the economy. Granted it helps Bill Gates get more money too, but thats besides the point now isn't it? Oh, I would like to thank Blogger for making the preview thing quicker and easier, it helps pick up on HTML errors quicker. |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | I should really start posting more often. I had a sinking feeling that tuesday was gonna suck as bad as Monday did. Megg asssured me that it wasn't. She's not wrong about that kinda stuff very often. This time was no exception. Wednesday we had a track meet. I did about normal for me. I also spiked my fingers. I was doing long jump and I guess when I reached back or when I was stepping up out of the pit, I hit the spikes on the bottom of my shoes. It hurt pretty bad and stung about every day after that until today. Thursday was one of those days where you go to school and do about nothing the enitire day. Eck wasn't there for chem class, so that was a study hall. Every other class we either watched a movie or went over something I did already. About 7th period, the secretary made the announcement that everyone was to get back to class. Teachers were not to let anyone of the classroom and if they didn't have a class to monitor the halls. Enter the CH lockdown. Drug dogs are brought in to the school to find all the people stupid enough to bring drugs to school. The dogs miss some, I'd bet money on that, and the also bark at nothing. I got called because they hit on my locker freshman year. Since I'm a big pot head, you know I was worried. Yea, I'm lying if you didn't pick up on that. I was nervous though, not because there was anything to find in there, but because I was just a little freshman. Friday, Oh my.... Being gifted has its perks. I was offered a trip to a science center in Harrisburg this year. Yesterday was the day that we went. We took a charter bus and were told we could bring movies, as long as the were semi-clean. We get on the bus Friday morning, about 6 o'clock, and we are informed since there are Middle School students (read: Little Kids) we would not be watching any thing over the Rating of PG. We, people in high school, argued that they could have signed a paper or something to give permission to watch PG-13 movies at least. 'We can't do that anymore'. I'm still not sure if its 'can't' or 'won't'. Miss Powell, now called Gomer because someone called her Miss Pyle, was about the only chaperone (thanks urlLink Dictionary.com ) that wasn't a bitch. The science center wasn't to bad. The gift shop... well they had 'Pocket Rockets', whiched are used to 'boink' people. They even had 'Boinking Instructions'. I'm not sure how old the company that makes those things are expecting to buy it, but wow, did the innuendoes just ran rampant the rest of the day. Let's just say someone got boinked in the face among other things. Today we had a track meet for little kids. Like the Hershey Track Meet or something to that affect. It wasn't to bad, getting up and getting there by 8:30 didn't tickle my fancy. There was doughnuts though so I guess that makes up for it. Doogie... holy cow. This kid is insanely smart. He solved the Rubik's Cube in less than 5 minutes today. He told me he did it one handed in 11. Its nuts. I was trying afterwords with Esquire giving me pointers. I still got confused and had to give up. I'm gonna keep trying though, sometime. Got home took a nap (and or lied down and died). I was out for a good 4 hours. I woke up and felt like shit. Its about 5:30 now and its just starting to wear off (the whole feeling like I got hit my a truck). I have to get a shower and go to church, and try to figure out what I want to after words. I figured out my hyperlink problem. Instead of a '>' I kept putting a ' Random Flash Video: urlLink Banana Phone |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | School pretty much sucked major donkey balls today. I woke up late so I was rushed. There was soap on my toothpaste tube... I believe that is my sister's fault. Anyway, I get to school later than usual and someone is parked in my normal spot. The next like 5 are taken too so I had to find another. About the time I open the door to get into the school, I realize I left my track stuff at my house. Great . I found out that Java Programming, probably the only class I was really interested in taking next year, is being droped. This ruined my day, not much could fix it after that. Finding out that I completely forgot about a chem quiz I had today didn't help matters. (Wow, what an awesome day, and think its not even 8 O'clock yet!) When I got to O'hara's class I learned that Java was dropped. This is because 8 or 9 people took it and Duhara is taking care of the Yearbook class since Baran is retiring. This period also pissed me off because urlLink Albino Black Sheep was blocked by the server at school. 'Games' are not allowed. Granted the site does have games, but that section was already blocked. For the most part it is a site of flash and video files, well thats what I was watching most of the time. Lunch was next. Happy time, right? Not today. Yummy sloppy joe's (note the sarcasm) and no cookies. The no cookies thing was a minor disappointment until I took up my half eaten lunch and saw a line of cookies out for the next lunch. I would have stole one but the friggin lunch ladies were standing there. After I dump my tray, I come back to sit down and find Hagar sitting in my chair. Since I'm a nice guy I let him sit there. This was a mistake. It was an accident, I know that for sure, but his elbow still hit me in the junk. The potential for major pain was there, but he didn't connect hard. Luckly for me, we went over what was on the chem quiz before we took it. I ended up getting a 100 on it. Boredom plagued the rest of the school day. I had 4 study halls in a row because of a 'Graduation Project Meeting'. I had a post very close to this about done in 7th period today. It didn't save the draft however when the bell rung and I had to rush to Physics. So that was a 'Grr...' moment. I still haven't quite got the whole 'coding a hyperlink in HTML' down pat yet. It took me like 5 minutes to fix the ABS link on this one. Still not quite sure what was wrong with it though. |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | Ello Ello! I departed for Governor's school on Sunday. So far it has been awesome. Lots of new people to be meeting and things to learn. It has mainly been getting to know people thus far. Sunday was just a basic day to get us familiar with our new turf. Nothing really exciting happened, besides meeting people. Monday we started with kind of classes. Tuesday was a 'team building' thing at Shaver's Creek. It wasn't to bad, a little redundant but whatever. Today we had a Negation class for like 4 hours today. It was so boring. After supper Danny, awesome kid and a beast at footbag (kind of like hacky-sack) saw Scott 'Flash Gordon' Bevier. This is one of the best footbaggers in the world. (He's like number 5) We played for like an hour. It was so sick. After that awesome experience, I went to the pool with Pat, another very awesome guy. I leave now to go hang out in the piano lounge. |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | I'll burn all the bridges Find the places where There's no turning back Tear down the beaten path And leave you staring Not Today I'll save the world Stop the madness and hate Bring peace to trouble lands Foil my own plans of destruction Let you go on with your days Not Today I'll make you love me With every word I say Show you that I'm the one That has had what you needed Always and forever Not Today I'll be old and grey With you by my side It will be peaceful Everything will make sense Reminiscing on our life together Not Today |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | Slept in today. It was nice, I like the fact I get to do it tomorrow too. Yes, Mikey does not have work tomorrow either. I do, however only have 3 days left living at this house. Well, for 5 weeks anyways. Sunday (,bloody sunday) I leave for Governor's School. Sorry for the U2 reference there. Went to a surprise birthday part for one of the guys that goes to my church tonite. Gary is turning 50, and Roy is turning 47 (I think) on the same day. So, Gary was told that we were having a surprise party for Roy. The party was in fact for him. So, when Roy came in we all yelled surprise. Roy said 'Where in the Hell is Gary?', saw him and was like 'Gotcha!'. It was quite funny. Gary is kinda balding, and his entire head got really red. I was laughing as I told Mitch, his son, that it must be nice to have nothing better to do than plan this kind of thing. The party wasn't to bad. Mum has to be at like 3:30 tomorrow, so we didn't stay the whole time. I also had to call Brian to see what was going on in the way of work for me. My Avenged Sevenfold cd won't burn. Well, I have yet to get it to burn. This time I am making a completely legal copy of a cd I own, so as it does not get ruined. I have already killed two of my cds because of the cases in the Blazer. I have them ripped on here so, its all good. This one, however, is being a wanker about things. Oh, and Thanks Jenn. I told her to check out my blog and leave a comment. I am assuming she left the anonymous comment telling me that 'there is no s in decided'. Song of the day: Unholy Confessions by Avenged Sevenfold. |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | No real title for today. Woke up at 5 o'clock today, to call the boss to see if we had work. I wasn't supposed to call until 5:30, but I didn't trust myself to wake up when I had my alarm set. I woke up before my alarm went off. My arm was completely numb for some reason, I wasn't even sleeping on it. I was having a dream before I woke up. First thing I remember was a lot like what its like playing Half-Life. I just got the game off of TJ a week or two ago, and I've been playing it a lot. Next thing I was getting something explained to me. Something about this thing and how it was making noises. I already knew what they were telling me, so I walked away. I was walking down a crowd street, and I saw someone I know. I yelled for her, and she didn't hear me, so I yelled again. After I got her attention she walked toward me, and everyone else was gone. After a bit, I went to my Blazer which was in the parked at a red light. For some reason the body of it wasn't attached, so when I pulled out the majority of the car flipped off and was dragging behind me. This is about the time I wake up with a numb arm. I couldn't even move it (my arm). I migrated to the couch to watch some TV and wait for the time to call. I called and was told I wasn't working. So I went back to bed. I went to the bank around 3:40 to cash my check. I was told that my parents raised me right for holding the door for some lady in the bank. I guess so, I didn't think about it. I saw a guy I work with in the parking lot. He worked today. I thought 'Shit, Brian is going to think I skipped', but then thought screw it, if he needed me he would have called. After that, I went to the dentist. Joy of all joys. I hate that place. I went to Altoona after that. I needed to get stuff for Governor's school. I got a case for the laptop and the Avenged Sevenfold cd at Circuit City. Got some shorts and a couple shirts at Penny's. Got home and then went to Putt Putt. So today wasn't to bad of a day. Oh, and I don't have work tomorrow so that is a perk also. |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | If you have been reading my blog for the past week or so, you may have noticed a new theme: Work. This is because I spend most of my day there. The time I don't spend there is spent resting from or for it. We were forming the wall today. Setting up the forms for the wall. I was assigned to tying the rebar (metal sticks, nasty things, up before most of the other guys put the forms up. That wasn't to bad, but I missed one tie and got railed for it. 'You guys are getting sloppy.' Ah, whatever. After the walls were put up we have to 2x6's on the top of the wall to keep it straight. We hammer them down the a 3 pounds sledge hammer. Well at the top of the wall if you drop said hammer, it will either fall down fairly harmlessly around the forms or fall in between the set up forms. Mike (not me) was hitting the boards down and dropped the hammer. In the wall. The forms are set up 10 inches apart. (Grab a ruler and imagine this next part.) I had to go get in it, which really sucked. Oh, to make things more fun, there is rebar in the middle. I'm down in the wall and look up as I am trying to get situated to reach down and pick up the friggin hammer. I see Brian (the boss) standing at the top with a camera... 'Damn-it'. I keep trying to get the hammer as someone starts banging on the walls. Its louder than hell in there. I then here 'Hey Kelso!', look up and here click. I immediately extend my middle finger to the man laughing at the top of the wall holding the camera. I finally get the thing out of the wall, along with myself and go back to work. That's my big work story for today. I'll scan and send the picture to anyone that wants it when I get it. In other news, I came home today and found a letter to me from UPJ. Although I haven't graduated high school yet I have a 4.0 GPA in college. Thank you Visual Basics. |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | I went to bed last not knowing if I had work today. I called the boss around 9:30 to see what was going on. He never did call me back. So, I went to bed around 11/11:30, thinking I might need some sleep. I woke up around 5:30 to get ready for work. I should really say, 'I got out of bed, got the phone and put it by my pillow.' This way if Brian (my boss) called I would hear it and get up. If he didn't call I would say I didn't have work and go back to sleep. I went back to sleep. He didn't call, but TJ told me that there were trucks at the shop. I don't know if I was supposed to be there or not, but I wasn't. My aunt from Virginia came up to Gram's today. My two younger siblings wanted to go see her. After we cleaned up a bit they went over with Dad. After a couple minutes, I decided to head over myself. I grabbed an apple on the way out, and walked over. As I was helping Gramma make strawberry jam, I mentioned my idea of learning how to play the banjo. Much like the green suit found thought to be in her attic, a banjo was found. I think its like a mini-banjo. Its not very big, and its only got 4 strings, but it plays. I found a book that goes with it, sort of. I found a 1967 book on 5 string banjos. So far its working alright to learn how to play this one. |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | Work again. We poured the concrete between the forums to make the wall. I remembered last year picking concrete out of my hair for three days after we poured a wall. This made me bring a hat. My mistake was to bring a black one. My head was sweating really bad. This was before the concrete came at noon. My job on pour-days is to take a 4 lbs. rubber hammer and whack the walls, so the concrete is even. I'm to hit the forums on the seam where they connect together (so as not to dent them). The only problem with this is that the concrete kind of leaks out of said seam. When I hit where the concrete is it goes everywhere, but mainly onto my face. I got a pair so sunglasses, so my eyes were OK. The rest of my face (and arms, neck, pants, and pretty much everywhere else) got plastered. Some of the concrete also got in my mouth, so I now know what the stuff tastes like. My whacking the walls is simutanlous with the rest of the crew pouring the walls. This is done with a big hose type deal attached to a pump truck where the concrete mixer trucks pour the fun stuff into. The pump truck has a big arm on it with tubing for the concrete to flow though. The hose thing isn't the easiest thing to control. Since I'm down below it, I get blasted with some of the excess stuff when they go to move it. Thats how I got the stuff in my hair. The hat helped on this a little, but I was still picking concrete out of my hair on the ride home. I got home at around 6 tonight, which is early for me. I was thinking I could go out and do something tonight. I'm not counting driving my brother to one of his parties, so I'm gonna say that it just didn't happen. I had one of those moments where you realize you have a ton of things to do and no time to do them tonight. I end this post in a dishearten mood. Song of the Day: Far Away Boys by Flogging Molly |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | I am called Kelso at work. Last year one of the guys looked at me and said 'He looks like that kid of that '70's show... Kelso I think his name is.' I really hadn't watched the show so I didn't know weither I was being insulted or not, but assumed so, because thats how the guys at work are. We rip on each other constantly. He then said it was the same guy from 'Dude, Where's my Car', and I figured out who he was talking about. I didn't really have a problem with the name and it kind of stuck. Well, up until today I would be called Mike most of the time, Kelso every so often. Today another Mike started working with us. During the morning we where kinda working together because we are about the same age. Someone would call out 'Mike' and we both would stop what we were doing and see what they wanted. This happened about 3 times before I was 'Kelso' almost the entire time. Oh and the other day when I was complaining about work.... It rained almost all day and I didn't pack a big enough lunch. I was cold, wet, tired and hungry almost the entire day. I wasn't lying about the long hours. Today was another long day, I am tired from it, but not in a bad mood. I was still hungry when I posted that because my family had also skipped on supper so... Song of the Day: Walk Away by Dropkick Murphy's |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | Happy Birthday to me... Technically the first thing someone told me today was 'Happy Birthday dumplin', but that was before I went to bed for the night. This morning I was woken up by Dad. 'Happy Birthday, Get your ass up we have to set stuff up now.' The 'stuff' we were setting up was for a suprise birthday party. Now you may be saying, 'Its not much of a surprise if you help set it up is it?'. Well you failed to notice that I didn't mention whose birthday party it was. The party was not for me, but for my mother. I was not part of the planning process either. I found out when it was the last time I got my hair cut. Missy, the lady that cuts my hair, is friends with my mom. Well, she was scheduling someone for the 5th of June. I was thinking 'Ha, Thats my Birthday,' as Dad said something to the effect of: 'Are you sure you can do that?' Impling on something, that at the time was in the dark about. The something would be Mom's birthday party. 'Shit, that wonderful ,' I thought in my most sarcastic of tones. I was saying to someone about this shindig before hand that I was willing to bet I don't get a cake or anything. 'Nah, your family wouldn't forget you like that', but they did. Most people there didn't even know it was my B-day. Mom's friends didn't bother me so much as my family. Almost everyone ended up wishing me 'Happy Birthday' before they left though. While setting stuff up, before anyone really got to our house, Dad asked me what I thought about being 17. 'It sucks', I sleeply replied. Since then it has almost gotten better. Tomorrow I am off to Harrisburg for a Meeting about Governor's School. That ought to be interesting. I'll be meeting my roommate there. From June 27th and for the next 5 weeks after words I will be spending my time in State College. It should be a good time. I get to learn computer stuff, hang out in dorms, and get college food, all for free! Pretty sweet is it not? SOTD: Rebels of the Sacred Heart by Flogging Molly |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | I made my own day for about 10 minutes tonight. I had both computer connected to the internet for about 5 minutes today. I did my happy dance in celebration of this glorious moment. My elation did not last long though. Both computers pretty much died in the internet connectivity shortly afterword. I said before that trying to share a 56 Kbps connection was not the smartest idea. I was slightly shocked that it worked for that short time. Ah well. My day wasn't that exciting today. I did have a lot of random thoughts though. urlLink Read some of them here. |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | I finally got Microsoft Office installed on the laptop. I also got a bunch of games the other day, along with a good deal of mp3's. I thoughly enjoy both the games and the songs. I had what I believed to be a sticker for a long time sitting in my Blazer. I got it out today, planing on sticking it on my laptop, to go with my 'Nerds get Chicks' sticker. Alas, 'Are you dumb all the time, or just when I'm around?' is not a sticker, just a rectangle with a cool saying on it. What will be done with said 'sticker' has yet to be determined. I just remembered that I have 'journals' to do over the summer, along with the reading of two books. Crap, I don't want to do the journals. The books aren't gonna be so bad, '1984' and 'Lord of the Flies'. I read part of 'LotF' and thought it was pretty good, I also hear that '1984' is also a good read. I think thats about all the random thoughts I have at the moment. Song of the Day: Saltydog by Flogging Molly |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | I dislike work. I woke up entirely to early today. I was at work at about 6:30 this morning. I didn't start getting paid until about 8 o'clock because that's when we got to the actual job site. I then worked none stop until noon when we stopped for lunch. The next 8 hours were spent on my feet working. I do labor all day. Lifting 9 foot tall by 3 foot wide forums part of the time, hammering connectors for said forums part of the other time, lifting 2x6's and transporting them is also part of my job assignments. I'm dumb for signing up for this job again this year. Especially for minimum wage. Yes, the government also pilfers some of my money ever pay check to boot. I should be going to bed soon, I get to go to work tomorrow too! :D (sarcasitic smile) |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | Here we be, almost at the end of our PGSIT journey. Tonight we had our presentations, we kind of messed up on ours. Our PSA was awesome though, actually both of ours were/are awesome. I had a lot more to say, but I lost the urge to finish this post all of a sudden. I will atempt to update tomorrow after we (Max and I) get the Doc on Doc done. All that have seen our PSA, post if you enjoyed it. For those of you at home that don't know what I am talking about, I show you sometime after I get back. |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | I don't remember much going right today. I also just realized that I lied when I said my poem blog would be updated sporadically. I have updated it more often than this one. Why that is.. I am not entirely sure. I wanted to chill out in my room for a while, but people decided that they wanted to play DDR before I got into my room. So, I took my laptop downstairs, used it as a boombox and played footbag for about an hour. Right now I'm a little pissed off about my surge protector being gay. I plug the laptop into it to charge some, and it blinks off. Its really pissing me off, I just left it go for now. I have 7% battery right now, and its plugged into the AC, so it should also be charging right now. Guess what? Its not. I don't know, but that's really gay. I guess I'll shut it down tonight and let it charge. One more week here at Gov. School. I don't know what to say really. I've met some really awesome people, gotten to do some really cool stuff, and also done some dumb stuff. All in all it was a good experience, but I don't know how much I really learned. Right now, I would love to be at home, but I really don't like the fact that after this is over with, I probably won't see any of these people again. This feeling wouldn't be as bad if there weren't people here that are like 20 minutes away from each other. These people are excluding the ones that have other people from their own school here. This also brings something interesting to my mind. Did my classmates here act like they do with there friends at home? I don't know how much I did. I don't see anyone as much as I have these people the past 4 weeks. The social shell-shock will happen once again, when I return home and have relatively no one there. It won't be as soon as I return home though, the St. Augustine Picnic is that Sunday and Katie has a softball tourney that weekend too. It will be a pleasant return to peace, instead of the semi-chaotic nature of this place. Song of the day: Brand New - Play Crack the Sky |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | I really meant to update this sooner, but didn't every really feel like it. So, now that I have nothing better to do, I shall. On Wednesday, we went to Lockheed-Martin. After about a 3 (and a half?) hour bus ride we arrived. Drexel, the other PGSIT school, was already there eating lunch. We got our lunch and then broke up into our groups. Natasha, a girl from the PSU Gov. School, has a twin sister. Ninoshka had made it into the Gov. School at Drexel. I was grouped with Ninoshka, and she informed me that I have an accent. If I remember correctly she said it was an Irish one. The trip was basically Lockheed Martin trying to get us to work for them. It will be considered. Most of the speakers, however, were very bad. The man that spoke at the end of the day was awesome though. His name escapes me, but he was great. He was not a young man to say the least, but his thoughts on the future were incredible. I think it would be a fantastic experience just to sit and talk with him about his ideas for days on end. We played UT 2003 for like 5 hours on Thursday I think it was. We had the room completely filled with people playing, it was great. Last night we watch Minority Report and then discussed the technology in it. It ended up as more of a philosophical shouting match however. It was fun though. After that was done we came back to the hall and watched Fight Club. Neither of these movies I had watched before. Fight Club is real good. We didn't get to see the ending though. So, I will have to see that sometime. Kara also figured I needed a manicure. I was not alone though, Mike E and Alex C also have pretty nails now. I ask one of the GSA's if it made me look gay. She said no, Hetero-flexible. I really like that word, even though it doesn't really describe me. |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | After a boring start, today has pretty much kicked ass. Went to the Art Fest with Danny and Mike. After looking at some art stuff we saw Scott Bevier kicking. So, we went back to the dorms got on different shoes, and kicked with him for about 2 hours. It was great. Kevin, my GSA, kicked with us for the majority of the time. He is a pretty cool guy. Supper was BBQ wings. Kara told me before we got there that someone said they were shady, but they were really good. I was a mess though, well my face was anyway. You really can't expect much more when eating wings. After I got myself cleaned up and we left the dining hall, Kara had to stop to put some laundry money on her card. My key to my dorm got bent a couple days ago. Mike help me get it so it was usable, but a major pain in the ass to get in and out of the key hole. Pollock Commons has a place for housing complaints, I guess that's what you would call it. I went the next day after I bent my key to get it fixed. The guy there said that they didn't have the keys for Simmons (the hall we are staying in) upper floors. I checked again tonight, thinking that they still wouldn't. Luckily, I was wrong. I now have a brand new key that work awesome. Tonight at 11 there is a Lit concert, which is also pretty cool. It sucks that our curfew is 12, so I won't actually get to see Lit. It should be a lot of fun anyways though. |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | I just made a new blog. Its my poem blog. All my new poems will be posted there. The regularity isn't going to be really great, but that's because my writing is sparatic. I have about 120 already written since last April. Whither or not all of these get posted has yet to be decided. Team meeting now, I probably post later tonight. |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | Today wasn't to bad. Its not quite over though. Went to 220, my networking 'class', and didn't do a lot there. Now that I stop and think about it, I don't remember a lot of things that happened today. Went to lunch, and then talked to some people online. I had the community service project after that. Me and Max did 'Doc on Doc' stuff (ie. Tapping the other kids learning about how to set up lighting and cameras and the Ag kids learn about the interviews the would be giving). After supper, I enjoyed a nice walk back to Simmons in the pouring rain. I love the rain. Kevin, my GSA (governor's school assistant) heard the Zelda song playing through his window. Assuming my room was the source he came over, and we had a nice little chat about gaming. It was in fact Matt, the room one down from me that was playing Zelda 64. This is also known as The Legend of Zelda: The Ocarina of Time. The game is one of the best ever. Find an emulator and download it and play it until your eyes bleed. Wait, that would not only be illegal (looks innocent) and really bad for your eyes. I think I have a team meeting in like 3 minutes so I must be going now. Song of the Day: World full of Hate by Dropkick Murphy's |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | Today started out awesome. Woke up around 11 and then went to Pollock to eat breakfast. After breakfast, we went to the outdoor pool. It was defiantly a good time. I jumped of the 5 meter thing, it was scary stuff. Yes, I am afraid of heights. Me and another Mike went around asking people of the female persuasion if they wanted any urlLink suntan lotion . Unfortunately for us, no one did. I also borrowed Christine's sunglasses and looked urlLink very sexy , (or so I was told). The day took a turn for the worse before supper though. I had the bright idea of trying to walk on a hand rail. I don't have a picture of my bruise/cut, but I will say that about an inch to the left and I would probably not be having children. The fireworks were Awesome! |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | Today... I had a class on public speaking. It wasn't to bad, but that is not to say that it was the greatest either. Right after that I had a class on etiquette (thank God for spell check). It was kind of old hat, I fancy myself a gentlemen most of the time. The professor person was pretty cool though. After lunch, we had team project meetings. I found out that I will be doing the 'Doc on Doc' in my project. I will apologize to all in advance for any of my anti-social actions in the coming weeks. We are making a documentary on farmers in this area. My job is to take, edit, render, and compile a documentary on that process. I'm going to have a lot of tape to file through. This is not to mention the time it will take edit it all, or the other like 3 big projects that we have. Tonight was movie night, so to speak. A bunch of us went to see Spiderman 2 tonight. It wasn't the best, but was pretty good none the less. Just got back from that a couple minutes ago. Making this post now before I go do laundry. Song of the day: Walkie-Talkie Man By Steriogram urlLink Me and Janice urlLink urlLink Oh, by the way I'm the man urlLink |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | I forgot how much I liked playing soccer until I started again. I also forgot how many Cocky dickheads also enjoy the sport. I have no problem with being outclassed in almost anything I do, what does bother me is having people talk shit when they know they are better. Good job kid, you are better than I am, we both know it, so why do you have to open your mouth and talk shit about me and my team? After camp, which is where this revalation occurred, I came home and got on the net. Kind of. I was booted numerous times in a matter of minutes. This did not help my mood much. I did something I haven't done in a good while. I was sort of happy I did it though. I had a nice rant. I didn't originally intend for it to be displayed on the front page of the blog, but I couldn't figure out how to not to do it. So its underneath this post. |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | GreenIrish05: the 'tomorrow will be better' is at the bottom of my heart all the time SilksnSportz1: lol that has to be one of the best quotes of all time SilksnSportz1: that and ' I regret that I only have 1 life to give for my country' SilksnSportz1: not really but GreenIrish05: no piss on that SilksnSportz1: haha GreenIrish05: well i take that back GreenIrish05: i will fight for this country GreenIrish05: but i refuse to fight for oil so the fat bastards in the government can have fatter wallets SilksnSportz1: my point exactly GreenIrish05: when we could easily be completely idependent on oil if we would research into different forms of energy GreenIrish05: but we wont cuz the fuckers in washington have stock in the oil companies GreenIrish05: i would say the best government is no government, but ppl are fucktarts, they dont know what they want, they need someone to tell them what they want. So in reality we need one earth government, none of this country bullshit SilksnSportz1: haha i say you organize it all SilksnSportz1: start a revolt GreenIrish05: no i cant SilksnSportz1: and why not? GreenIrish05: i want something GreenIrish05: and i need those pieces of shit there to get it SilksnSportz1: and that somthing is? GreenIrish05: ok this may be a lil abstract, but i dont really give a shit, i am an abstract kinda guy SilksnSportz1: haha go on GreenIrish05: love SilksnSportz1: aww SilksnSportz1: explain GreenIrish05: ok, my idea of love is having a wife and growing old GreenIrish05: like one of my life goals is to be an old guy with and old wife and just to sit around in my house and not really do anything but to hang out with her GreenIrish05: and it would really hard to get that done in chaos SilksnSportz1: you are totally right SilksnSportz1: lol thats so adorable SilksnSportz1: i have to say that has to be oen of the most cutest things ive ever heard a guy say SilksnSportz1: and i think its soo cool that your willing to admit it GreenIrish05: thats how i think SilksnSportz1: damn we need more men like you |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | Today consisted of me going to Grams for lunch, getting pictures, and 7 hours of soccer camp. Woke up and ate lunch at Gram O'leary's. After I was done eating, as the family was hang out, I remembered that my pictures were done. So, I went in to the pharmacy and picked them up. We got home and I screwed around until about 1:20. About that time, Stormy came over to give me and Scott a ride to soccer camp. This lasted from 2 until about 9. I then got a shower and started to scan my pictures. I'm still not done, because Katie wanted on the PC and the laptop doesn't have a scanner connected. urlLink Almost everyone at PGSIT urlLink urlLink Christine and Janice urlLink urlLink Me and Kara urlLink urlLink Tuff guys wear nailpolish urlLink urlLink Colleen and Myself urlLink |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | Ha I didn't originally intend for such a long post... it just kind of happened that way |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | This week seemed like one day. Tuesday I went to Altoona and got an MP3 player. I still owe Mom 250 dollars for that... It is pretty slick. A Creative Zen Xtra (30 gig), but getting that was not the coolest thing that happened to me that day. As I am lying in bed that morning, Mom opens the door, and I think 'Damn time to get up'. It wasn't really a dreadful feeling though, just a little unpleasant (I was really comfy). So, Mom opens the door and says to her half sleeping son, 'Some girl named Colleen wants to talk to you...” I was awake and rather happy at that moment. Wednesday was a much less happy day. Cleaning the house of things that I did not have out doesn't float my boat. I was supposed to go to some Soccer Ref.ing training at Central Cambria , but we couldn't figure out what building it was at. So, Scott and I made a trip to Ebensburg for nothing. I was just kind of glad to get out of the house... Mom is worse on the stress levels than me on cleaning days. If a fairly laid back person, but stressful people sometimes stress me out, and cleaning days also are pretty good at it. Yesterday I got my hair cut. I always seem to get it cut to short for my liking. Short is both relative and subjective, I call my hair short now, but most people wouldn't. I didn't do much that day before 3, basically sat around the house and ate gummy stuff. Around 3:15 I decided to go for a run. I learned that Gummy food + running = Bad feeling stomach. I don't know exactly how long I ran for, or how far I ran, but I know that I was pooped after words. So, I almost took a nap in the shower, and then went and got my hair cut. After I got home I called Colleen. We talked for a long time, and the fact that it’s a long distance call will probably come back to haunt me. Eh, it was worth it though. Today I had a Dermatologist appointment this morning, it was dumb. I had the PA person who was entirely to excited to be there. She was one of those perky people who expect you to be perky as well and just come off as annoying. After I got home, I watch 'The Matrix', because I was bored and felt like it. I also dropped my film off at the Pharmacy so as to get the pictures developed. This was the first of 3 trips there today. Mom was doing pictures, and needed more photo albums, so I was sent in to get them. I got 3 the first time along with two bags of Twizzlers (which are now gone). Now I thought there was no way that Mom had 600 pictures lying on the floor. I was mistaken; I was sent back with more money and told 'I need about 5 more...” For those keeping score... that’s 1000 pictures expected. I am pretty sure she didn't fill them all, but still. Being bored while talking to people online, I happened upon a friend's info. In which I found a link to his urlLink blog . It reminded me that I had one that needed to be updated. So there you go. Leave me or DuckDuck a message, make us feel loved. |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 08,August,2004 | The 5 weeks are up. I wouldn't trade the experince for anything. I have to keep in touch with almost everyone I met. Looking back, it seems like yesterday that we got there. I remember knowing no one there, and feeling not quite sure how I was going to fit in. It seems like yesterday, but feels a life time ago. I feel I know a lot of you like we grew up together, and in a sense we did. I don't know if I'm alone in saying that I am the same person I was before, but I have so much more that I've learned. I am sorry to say that I didn't really get to know everyone, and there are a couple people I wish I would have started talking to certain people before the last week (Colleen). Never forget: Being soaked to the bone watching Fireworks John Corro STFU noobzore, I don't Hax 'flash!' Learning to Footbag Defeating the Handrail that almost cost me my right testicle. All of Timothy's awesome songs (most featuring John) The 'serious problem' on the Last night (very good job to all the GSA's on that one) How well the Mac's worked for the Ag project Hanging out with Colleen/ being filmed with her Song of the day: (might as well use the cliche) Good Ridance (Time of your life) by Green Day maybe Hands Down by D/C |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 26,July,2004 | I'm no longer here My spirit has gone Lost among the shadows Where you dare not go Still I stand before you Like the days of old Smile and wave Like nothing is wrong But watch as The lights fade And I am Floored by the sound Of the silent scream Listen to the whispers Feel the world change As I walk way Beautifully hollow |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 23,July,2004 | This is me, Watching the sky This is me, In the calm Before the storm. Wonderful Oblivious Peaceful This is me, Pulling the trigger. This is me, Watching the world As it comes to an end Empty Frantic Blind This is me, After the fire. This is me, As you pick up The wreckage. Silent Awake Terrified |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 20,July,2004 | Decided your leaving tomorrow So I'll say goodbye tonight No use dragging on Realized last week you were gone Already lost to world We should have won This could have lasted forever Say Good night one more time One more kiss Good-bye This time it really counts Sickening feeling Knowing I won't see you again Have to let this go Home is where the heart is Together feeling home Still can't tell when you left Now knowing your home May never been here at all |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 20,July,2004 | Time seemed to fly When you stopped by. Felt like we just begin After we finished the sin. Whenever we were apart Time never wanted to start. Hours slipped away Until gone, was the day. 'Moving...', is what you said, As my heart turned to lead. You took a piece of me, Next to my heart you'll always be. |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 19,July,2004 | If you love something You have to let it go. Almost singing as you say Goodbye Now waiting for the day When you return to me I've loved and lost Watched the wind as it moves in your hair So perfectly Yet so easily ruffled I only want your happiness Even though its costing me mine I will hold you in my heart No matter the distance or the time that separates I must let go of us, But I keep you in my dreams |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 19,July,2004 | All your troubles, They fade away And you problems are left to deal with another day Feeling nothing of a loss Filled with joy As you die inside Stand with me Watch the buildings crumble Never realize its all for naught Two more built in their places Feeling so similar Watch as I fall away Telling you evermore That I still care Find another to patch The whole I ripped And forget what happened Live happily never after |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 16,July,2004 | After its all said and done Will you still think of me? Walk away, feel like you've won Where will you be And what will you do After your smile fades. Could it have been you? Who didn't go to the parades Pretended to be sick Just so you didn't have to go, Now feel like a brick As you sink down so low |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 12,July,2004 | I must break free Shake off these chains and Fly away again Caged up Anxiousness building to great For even the strongest bars to hold I won't stay down much longer Something will give And I will not falter. Escape has become my only option And Freedom my one goal If my body is left behind Then so be it My mind shall free itself From this prison you keep No turning back Letting go of everything I've known forever more |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 10,July,2004 | Thank you I had almost forgoten how it feels to be let down shut down, blown off This feeling is familiar but not welcome Thank you you reminded me again why I was giving up on us I almost thought it was going to work but I'm never right Thank you my premotions never fail I know you better than you think I had a feeling this would happen So when I called your mom I told her to tell you 'Thanks' |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 10,July,2004 | The warm sun upon my face and a cool breeze blows Somehow I managed to win this race I found out where this road goes The morning, it greets me with the sands of the beach and the sounds of the sea all within arms reach. Is the darkness really done? Have I really won? All I know is that, There is nothing I would rather do Than to wake up next to you |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 10,July,2004 | I can see the ocean I can see the sparkling waters as the waves lap peacefully on the shore I can feel the cool breeze and the warmth of you hand in mine As the sun begins to set White clouds begin to change Transforming into brightly colored ribbons Brilliant streaks of red and orange The violet night slowly creeps across the sky. Not before the clouds fade to rosy-pink. As we decide to leave the stars start to dot the sky The moon shines down and lights the path home The world is sleeping and there's no place I would rather be than here with you. |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 10,July,2004 | Hollow and empty Turn it inside out and see how deep this well goes The end of the tunnel I've yet to see Haven't heard the splash of the bottom A flash of lightning showed my path Briefest of visions Flirting with my mind Thinking I was back on track Return to the darkness I named the feeling but feeling no closer to despelling it Feeling the world a little more again Return to the ground after a brief trip to the clouds Do I work to get back to that place or do I work to make this place better? Do I risk the cliff To feel like flying or do I sit still and avoid the crash? |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 10,July,2004 | watch this flame beat away the darkness of my face watch as my grin widens while the flames grow feel the heat of the moment hear the beast roar smell this burning flesh it will be over before you know it the bright flames of life shall destroy themselves and the fuel that gives it power this unruly beast shall perish die into ashes grey, dull, and lifeless |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 10,July,2004 | Sorry I can't be the one that you wanted me to be. Lying here, staring at the sun, This is all so pointless to me. Because it doesn't seem to matter to you at all. I'm going crazy as the Hatter, while you dance at your ball. the silver and gold have blinded your eyes. To you, I'd still be cold, if he wasn't between your thighs. Finished these lines of my letter, I hope you don't cry. I'm not trying to make you feel better, Only trying to say Good Bye. |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 10,July,2004 | All these clouds of grey Hide me from the sun And the rest of the beautiful day. Without reason I am forced to run Against my will and without a way To stand against my demons or anyone. False hopes and desires Are pushing me to places That I care not to be. Pushing me to meet people I would rather not know. Its the same story over and over. Love me or Hate me, You will eventually find a friend in me. It is fine and nice but, I have yet decided if it is what I truely want |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 10,July,2004 | Fustrations are fueling this fire of Anger burning at my brain and scorching all emotions numbing my insides I know I have to get away Free myself from this hell step outside of the flames step outside of the world get out and away from it all Standing on the edge of my world I look into the distance and see more walls trapping me inside this shell the way out is gone remants of the path covered by the last to travel upon it trapping me in the flames the edge is near clutch it tightly in desperation or just let go and escape the flames fall beyond caring seal yourself off and vow to rot alone |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 10,July,2004 | Falling faster than before, Down, Down again. This time I decided to jump. For the wind caught me when I fell And I learned to fly Before I hit the ground. Soared above the trees, and straight through the clouds. Away from the world, And the storms that brew within. So I stood, upon that peak, Looking out across the land, The land I called my home. And I let the world know, Know how I felt. 'I love you' At loud as I could manage. My eyes, I closed as I smilied wide. Spinning gracefully as the world speeds by. Enjoying the fall, The rush of the wind then I head skyward again. |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 10,July,2004 | I'll burn all the bridges Find the places where There's no turning back Tear down the beaten path And leave you staring Not Today I'll save the world Stop the madness and hate Bring peace to trouble lands Foil my own plans of destruction Let you go on with your days Not Today I'll make you love me With every word I say Show you that I'm the one That has had what you needed Always and forever Not Today I'll be old and grey With you by my side It will be peaceful Everything will make sense Reminiscing on our life together Not Today |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 10,July,2004 | All the things I could have said Now are running through my head. All my thoughts seem to die and all you have done for me is lie. I can't seem to find the words to force down these swords, of hatred and grief. I cannot convey this one belief. Could you be the one?, lifting me back toward the sun. This world is hard as stone, expecially when feeling so alone. All I ever wanted was to be close to you, but I never could see what I needed to do. Never to return from a point so low, I have decided to just let go... |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 10,July,2004 | It is hard to find yourself again after being lost for so long where to look first when you were last found what you looked for and was it gone forgetting who you are looking for someone anyone to light your way to tell you what to say and to remind you how and why you started battered and bruised continue on your weary journey a new day rises on this bloody ground and the sun shows the true darkness of the night how much have you lost on your path what will be left when this task is complete what will you be? The sun begins to set the beauty is masked but the message is sent |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 10,July,2004 | The sunlight shines down Onto the land and across the sea It brightens everything it touches Everything but me My days still seem dark Even after the pain is gone Your shadow still haunts my eyes Whispering fear into my ears The sun shines down still Brighting the world It shines down on me But my heart is still dark And this night is cold I still wait for my dawn |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 10,July,2004 | Looked into your hollow eyes and saw you soul searching for some peace numb to the world nothing but a shell left lying naked and alone shivering in the snow Lost your way and you guide is long gone sleeping in the day surviving on the darkness waiting for answers for questions yet asked |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 10,August,2004 | Shoot to kill Miss by miles Watch innocence die Evil left to Live Rule by terror Light the way Fire of life Fueled by the dead Left are none But those hidden None so quick All have fallen In your path To revenge Greed takes you Into the darkness Of your hollow soul Again and Again |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 03,August,2004 | Seeing you again Makes me think of us The way we used to be The looks you gave me Fell so much in love It didn't matter how far You were always here Next to my heart Things have changed It doesn't hurt To be so far away And to see you, In the arms of another Watched you walk in Said Hello again, To my ex-lover And my new friend |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 02,August,2004 | Come stand with me Barefoot in the wet grass We can listen to the rain And watch the storm blow over Lightning lights the sky Take my hand As the rain comes down Smile just because you're here And everything seems right Retreat to the back porch Relax on the swing Spend time well earned And talk about nothings I'm leaving soon But this moment is perfect Nothing matters, Except that you're with me The night fades away Sunshine brightens a sleeping face Never found the words To tell how much I care Just one more, Kiss Good-bye Knowing its not, Its only 'til next time |
2,944,118 | male | 17 | indUnk | Gemini | 01,August,2004 | Unexpected endings to Stories left untold Contemplate the outcomes Of choices never made, Soaring high above Flying free of sorrow Greeting the new day, As we bid farewell. The night we shared Time passes so quickly Wanted nothing more To slow time And stay with you longer. Sit and wonder About our future When we go home together But essentially be apart. |
4,284,657 | male | 14 | Student | Aquarius | 23,August,2004 | Hello again, Well it seems that having a Blog is hard to keep track of when you have 1 million other things to do. Well today is Monday August 23,2004. I worked on CoGo's Sumatran Express, (you know the train at the zoo.........whatever.) Well lets just say when you have to keep riding and keep saying the speech it........ 1. Makes your mouth dry (Too Much Talking!) 2. The Gas Fumes Get to you (Thats why the title is Fumed Up!) 3. Sometimes you get hit with bugs ( EVEN IN THE EYE! ) 4. The microphone to say the speech dos'nt always work (But your Boss still makes you say it*) (But you still like your boss*) I worked with Molly (mycousion) and Tracey (well shes just Tracey.) There alot od fun to work with but not when Trace has her Air Jordans on!!!!!! Tommorow I work on the Train again with Doneika ( I think thats How you spell it ) It's gonna be my last full day with her cause she is going to Italy to study abrod. Ill also be working with Alica B. shes cool to work with...but im gonna scare her and say theres a bug on her!!! On Wednesday I finally get the day off, but i have HighSchool Orentation and Its Donekias last day so were trowing her a party at work. Well gotta go get some rest. Nite |
4,284,657 | male | 14 | Student | Aquarius | 20,August,2004 | Hello world!, My name is Conor. I am 14 years old and I live in Pittsburgh, PA. I have an awesome job at the Pittsburgh Zoo and PPG Aquarium. I do have to say I love life, and all the people in it. My life long motto would be 'Live Life one day at a time.' Original Huh? I live with my Parents Dan and Denise, with the addition of a sister ( Katie.) I have two life long best friends ( Meghan and Katelyn.) And they are really cool to be with. My most recent friends I have made were Sari and Chris ( co-workers.) Now all of the Visitor Services staff ( and Zoo employee staff ) have been really nice, and are also friends. Sari and Chris are just my two Best Freind Zoo buddies. Now this would be a Blog without telling what happened today! August 19, 2004 Today I woke up to cloudy Pittsburgh weather, I though I was going to have the day off, but little did I know that it wasnt supposed to rain untill later that night. So I had to rush at like 10:10 am to be able to get to work at like 11 a.m. Finnaly I was ready and my cousion drove me to work. Well today I had to work on CoGo's Sumatran Express ( its alil train thing that is an attraction for Zoo visitors.) Well I love the train to death...but today was not it's day. I was tried the dumb thing kept smoking and it rained twice so we had to shut it down two times. Well me Phil ( Train Driver ) and Chris ( Read^Above) got our luck when we did'nt have to take it to the barn, then walk back. It rained very heavy for about an hour and is still drizzling as I type. Again thats Pittsburgh Weather. Anyways I have to go right now, beacuse I work tommorow again on the Train.... Please Let It Rain! |
3,645,035 | male | 15 | Education | Virgo | 23,June,2004 | It is an art to hide. Do not ask how I know this, just accept it as a given variable. Consider the evidence; clothing is considered fashionable, and artsy. What are you doing by wearing clothing but hiding your beutifull body? It is NOT fashionable therefore to be naked, so, why is it clothing over the generations (especially for females) has become less and less evident. In fact evidence of clothing is extremely hard to find off of nudists or their beaches. From this we(I) can derive nudists are never artists, and therefore artisic mediums should be witheld from them(a terrible waste of resources otherwise). I am deeply sorry for all nudists everywhere if I have offended you, but I beg you to proove me wrong nudists. Send me, John Molloy, all your best nudist art(I'm sure it will not be worthy of interpretation). Where have I gone? Back to the topic. How NOT to be seen. 1. Use a bush to hide behind. 2. Use two bushes to hide behind. 3. Use three bushes to hide behind. 4. Do not use more than three bushes however, or nudism will ensue. 5. Use clothing(or scars). 6. Do not even consider other places to hide. So there you(I) have it, the art of NOT being seen. Please partake all non-mudists, in this art, wherever or whenever you see fit. PS. I'll be in Italy from July 28-June 17, don't expect anything from me within that time. |
3,645,035 | male | 15 | Education | Virgo | 21,June,2004 | Marijuana is a devious thing in that it is omnipotent in subcultures requiring a certain lack of regard for those beings incapable of thought that refers to substance abuse as a good thing. Whoops, here comes the train of thought, last stop is the smot pokers! Among undescribable and obscene things today is the invisible presence of evidence of substance abuse in certain areas. It is clear that Ralph working at the record store is not puffing the magic dragon although the area has a distinct herbal scent. Could this have been caused by a bath soap? Methinks that a theory is in the works here. Smoke drifts skyward. People toke in dark, low places. When ganja smoke particles gain more energy the smoke becomes less dense and drifts upward. Convection applies and gives the area smoke. Could the offshoot of ganja smoke become a liquid and saturate the air in a record store? Methinks yes. This leads me to believe that numerous people die each year in Ontario as a result of drowning as a result of hotboxing too much and saturating the air with the burnings of substance abuse. In order for such drownings to occur, the air would have to be SUPER-SATURATED. It is also my theory that Buffalo Springfield was a victim of the super-saturation of air as a result of massive substance abuse. There was a death caused once when a man stuck his head inside a functioning bong. Allegedly, the fumes burned his face off. It is my belief that the air inside the bong in question was super-saturated. In conclusion, I would like to warn you that hotboxing crazy detergent marijuana may result in an undesirable pH level. In case you did not pay attention in grade 8 gym class, marijuana bought off the street contains high levels of cleaning products which are strong bases. Super-saturated air as a result of extremely basic pH errrrb smoke is hazsardous to your health in a similar way to drinking a bottle of Tide. So remember kids, stay away from drugs and wear a lifejacket when you hotbox. |
3,645,035 | male | 15 | Education | Virgo | 17,June,2004 | I am one. Hopefully, all of you are too. I have two arms, and two legs(possibly three), and two eyes. In fact most good things come in twos. How do I know this? THE PRACTICLE APPLICATION OF MATH! On the piece of paper on which I exist(the planet Earth), the number of body parts I have are tallied neatly. 1 leg + 1 leg + 1 arm + 1 arm + 1 head + 1 body = John, 2 leg + 2 arm + 1 head + 1 body=John. Wow look at that. John is algebra(push-up fungi[disregard this set of brackets]). Now, for as long as I exist on paper, I will continue to eat trees to sustain myself. WHO ARE YOU TO INFRINGE ON MY ALTERNATIVE LIFESTYLE??? *froths at mouth*...*begins to rip pants then reconsiders and continues frothing instead*. Trees are cut for a reason. That reason is math. Forget all that was said, math is evil. Math is depleting my stock of trees. Less trees=Less alternative lifestyle. Math is Anti-Gay! Math is Anti-Tree eating! As long as math survives the ways of the courageous tree eater will be lost forever forever in the sands of the nude beach. For when there are no trees left, math will be dead, the tree eater will again have to eat giant insects, and nudists will rule the world. That is the plan of the Nudists, do math to destroy trees, to make the entire world a nude beach! So remember all of you, continue to eat trees, do no math, and curse all nudists until they abandon their plans for world domination and become docile non-math doing tree eaters once again. Thank you and good-bye. |
3,645,035 | male | 15 | Education | Virgo | 16,June,2004 | Deep philosophical questions have been entering my brain concerning the topic of creation of human beings. The age old question is one that I choose to tackle before your very eyes. The meaning of life?! I sat there today as I wrote the science exam and I found myself thinking about a blog comment in particular made by the right honourable Christopher Martin. He mentioned something about math being something that doesn't apply to real life. Lisa Munro made a suggestion that math is 100% on paper and does not exist otherwise. This brings me to ponder the point of our existence: Are we only existing on paper? I feel like there are two identities placed on a person. That person's physical entity is the first, but the second is much more intriguing - that person's existence in papers and on records. The world is built on a trust system. Are we put on this Earth to exist as members of society? This is what the papers that define us lead us to believe. There is the other point that we might be meant to be living . Sometimes it seems like the right thing to revert to a more natural lifestyle among trees - to abandon what modern society has become. It makes it seem so much simpler, so much more correct . Any way you look at it, there is a real conflict of why we are here. Why are we living this? What would we be experiencing without life? Life is a miracle now? If there is an afterlife then what happens before life? These deep philosophical questions are probably what philosophy is based on. For now, it is my belief that all people are born from the womb. We all started out as cells but did not have the capacity of thought. We do not remember the state of being a fetus just as we do not remember the day of our birth. This is an issue where various facts of science have won my beliefs. You were a sperm once . There was no drama at that point in your life. Yes, that was your life. We are put on this earth to reproduce. If there was one thing I learned in biology it was the significance of population potential , or some other similar term. It means the ability of a population to reproduce. If there is a scale that judges how well we would be able to reproduce, then is that our reason to be on Earth? Is it to carry on the species? Hormones ensure that we are able to do so, but how we go about doing so is not something biology can control. If we cannot do so, have we failed to do what we were put here to do? You may ponder these points, but ponder also that we were all fetus at one point - probably at the same point. Whether or not we received enough milk was as important to us then as whether or not we succeed at being 'good' teenagers now. In conclusion, science seems to not have abandoned us as teenagers. There are a number of philosophies that revolve around our reason to exist, but we must let them be for now and remember that we are all transmutations of an all-inclusive cheese. |
3,645,035 | male | 15 | Education | Virgo | 16,June,2004 | Who knows about the rest of you, but manly advances are both welcome and valid. Or in-invalid, if it suits you(you of course could be Vincent). In fact all of you could be Vincent. In fact we all are Vincent. Item A; All passed gas is subservient to the gas that is its lord and master(that of Vincent Chung), and all gas passed is but echoes and offspring of its master. All gas therefore is directly related to Vinny. Item B; All bastardizations of the English language are endearing and therefore are emblazoned on our psyche. Who will forget the aforementioned accidental witticisms, and fun sayings(I was saying them for months. Item C; Vinny is thin and fit, but could be diseased(a bit to thin). Being Vincent would make me personally much lighter. Whatever you choose to beleive I'm beleiving me. You could be Vincent. Vincent..All Vincent. Thank you very much, and please stop insulting yourself, you could embarass yourself heavily by failing to beat yourself up. |
3,645,035 | male | 15 | Education | Virgo | 15,June,2004 | I have come to you today to adress what is both a common threat and a common cause: the stupid kid we all love to hate, Vincent Chung. Flashback to computer engineering class, late january. We were sitting there working on games. I had been working on one such game for about an hour, and I was proud of my Pui Yan date sim. Suddenly Vincent came up and started making manly advances on John Molloy. I did not think too much of this because it is something that happens all too often in computer engineering class. WHABAM! Vincent suddenly deletes my game. I realized that because I was a dolt I had forgotten to save it beforehand. It was at this point I swore I would kill Vincent Chung. While we all hate him, Vincent Chung has become a legend of sorts not for his low IQ but for his carefree butchering of the English language. Allow me to touch on several recent butcheries of such a form. ' Yo guy, you are invalid!' - Vincent's point of view on the nuclear arms race. ' These terms are satisfactory.' - Vincent's dramatic closure of a mythology play. ' Do you know where is Molloy?' - Vincent's desperate call for male bonding. ' Coopah is gay wif Maaaaahtinn' - Vincent's desperate comeback every time he gets zinged while I or Martin is anywhere withni earshot. Such incidents are a disturbing dent on society as we know it being the gifties that we are. I would like to thank you, Vincent, for providing us with a model. A model of something we hope to never see again. An incarnation of what we hate about society. I would also like to say that those who are your friends do so because they do not know any better. Only a really socially insecure person would befriend a twat such as yourself. That is all. |
3,645,035 | male | 15 | Education | Virgo | 15,June,2004 | And I just punched the clock. I (John Molloy) would like to start off by saying I have already made an opening statement, and will not require another one for what idealy will be some time. I will end my first post with what should be an insightfull quote for all of you. 'Go not where your feet take you, but where your pelvis thusts you.' Now on to the show(business). |
3,645,035 | male | 15 | Education | Virgo | 15,June,2004 | This is Chris Cooper. John Molloy and I decided to create the bastard child of giftie blogs today, and here is the result. Welcome to the Ream of Mang. This will not be any ordinary blog, mind you. This blog is for the spineless and hilarious bashing of those around us as we sit and wonder why one would suck so hard. Please enjoy as we sow our crops in the ashes of burnt-out dwellings situated in the shame of others. |
3,645,035 | male | 15 | Education | Virgo | 16,July,2004 | HIDE!!! QUICKLY!!! Good. Now that you are all gone, I can speak candidly about many things while you(the avid reader) practice your art. Do any of you know what a hill looks like? Don't laugh. What DOES a hill look like? Are hills those things that pickle sized fairys live in? NO! Pickle sized fairies live in coffins beside crucified cockroaches and water smoothed pebbles. They also inhabit space(which coincedentally has no hills). Do you know where to find hills? No, not in space. Weren't you listening? In Italy! Yes, that is where hills are found. Do you know why? Of course you don't, you think pickle sized fairies live in them. Well I'll tell you.... Some time later, I'm jet lagging. FIRST! I hope you didn't do anything to that cow. No, thats second, first things first. Cheese comes from the nipples of large overfed mammals. This is both gross AND disgusting, especially when coupled with aged warm feet squished grapes. This is why I ate Lebanese in Paris. Where is Leban you might ask. I did. I didn't get an answer. SO! A contest! The first one to tell me where Leban is gets 0.05 euros. Free. I hope you didn...oops already said that. so CONTEST!!! TELL JOHN MOLLOY WHERE LEBAN IS AND GET 0.05 EUROES!!!! You can stop hiding now, I couldn't find you. Get some clothes on too, reading nude in the dark is bad for digestion. Bye Bye Ciao Ciao |
3,645,035 | male | 15 | Education | Virgo | 07,July,2004 | Heres how it stands, slightly crooked. Actually a lot of things are slightly crooked. This is mainly because of the audacity of the ground, and the wooden spikes stuck in it. Hey, thats how things work in Italy. If it cant be built by sticking wooden spikes in the ground, and putting huge masses of marble on them, its not worth doing. Take Venice for example, nice dont you think? Not so nice however when you realize the whole city is being held up by small wooden spikes in the soggy swamp ground. Niiiiice, now everybody knows how things collapse. Speaking of collapsing, the colloseum has. You know why? Some genius started with wood. Now all we have is half a colloseum. Its true. Ever seen two halves of the colloseum? If you have, you know one of them is only half of a wall. You know Pisa? I don't think I need to explain that one, or alternatively look slowly back down the page(a process called reading) and understand why. Wood. Not only the buildings are crooked, so are the shady street vendors selling 'follexes' and bags by 'Guchi'. Would any of you like to know why I sound bitter? Because I've been happy since I got on the plane, I need some time to figure myslef out before the smile Im wearing engulfs my body. Alternatively its because im drinking gasy water(thats is awefull) and lusting after eurpean buties(men+women) oops... smile getting bigger... must get angry... cant contain all happiness. O well, being Canadian in Europe is like being Pee-Wee Herman at the movies. We(my fam) get the absolute best deal on everything. Aw well, here is the Schedule thus far, Been to Venice(Three Nights) Been to Florence(Three Nights) Currently in Rome(The Second of Five Nights) Next Sorento(near Pompei/Herculaneum)(Four Nights) After That Paris(Three Nights) Hmm, might have miscounted(a couple nights lost in transit maybe?) Hmmph, be back on the seventeenth. |
2,086,819 | female | 15 | indUnk | Gemini | 27,October,2003 | This is my report for English. Which I gotta read tomorrow. Oh no.... The one person or character that I found inspiring is Cid Highwind. A lot of his actions and words inspired me a lot in life. Cid Highwind is an air pilot. He flied the airplane called the Tiny Bronco, and controlled the airship Highwind because of funding from the company, Shin-Ra. Then he wanted to go into space exploration. Shin-Ra also wanted a part in it. They invented the Rocket Engine and soon had the rocket, Shin-Ra No. 26. The day came when the rocket was going to be launched. It would be the greatest day in Cid’s life. Everything was ready to go. He saluted his crew and settled himself in the control room. Then, he was warned that a mechanic was still in the engine room and if they launched, that person would die. He would either launch the rocket and be a murderer or stop and end his dream of going into space. The mechanic Shera knew a lot about Cid and his dreams and told him to launch the rocket as soon as the countdown ended. She wanted to make sure that everything was okay in the engine room. By the time the countdown ended, he cancelled the launch to save Shera’s life. It would be years before he could go into space again.Later on, Cid joined a group called AVALANCHE, who was on a journey to save the Planet from the company Shin-Ra who was destroying the Planet slowly.A planet-like meteor was heading toward the Planet and both AVALANCHE and Shin-Ra were doing all they could to stop it. Shin-Ra wanted to send the old rusty rocket, Shin-Ra No. 26 with something called “Huge Materia” which is made up of a material that comes from the earth. After years and years, it changes into materia, which is a type of magic or mystical force that can be used in daily life. The Huge Materia is more powerful than regular materia and Shin-Ra believed it had a chance of destroying the meteor. Out of the four, this Huge Materia made it into the rocket. AVALANCHE needed the Huge Materia so they boarded the rocket. Unlike the others, Cid believed that the rocket would work or at least help somewhat. Cid announced then to the group that he didn’t care about magic or any mystical force that could save the Planet. Technology and science was the most important thing to him and he could care less about magic. |
2,086,819 | female | 15 | indUnk | Gemini | 19,October,2003 | Sephiroth: Proffesor Gast, why didn't you tell me anything. Why did you die? Sephiroth: Who is it? Hmph. Traitor. Cloud: Traitor? Sephiroth:You ignorant traitor. I'll tell you. The Planet originally belonged to the Cetra. Cetra was an itinerant race. They would migrate in, settle the Planet, then move on... At the end of their harsh, hard journey, they would find the Promised Land and supreme happiness. But, those that disliked the journey appeared. Those who stopped their migrations built shelters and elected to lead an easier life. They took that which the Cetra and the Planet had made without giving back one whit in return! Those are your ancestors. Cloud: Sephiroth... Sephiroth: Long ago, disaster struck this Planet. Your ancestors escaped...They survived because they hid. The Planet was saved by sacrificing the Cetra. After that, your ancestors continued to increase. Now all that's left is in these reports. Cloud: What does that have to do with you? Sephiroth: Don't you get it? An ancient named Jenova was found in the geological stratum of 2000 years ago. The Jenova project. The Jenova Project wanted to produce people with the powers of the Ancients... No, the Cetra. I am the one that was produced. Cloud: Pr...produced!? Sephiroth: Yes, Proffesor Gast, leader of the Jenova Project and genius scientist, produced me. Cloud: How...how did he? Se...Sephiroth? Sephiroth: Out of my way. I'm going to see my mother. |
2,086,819 | female | 15 | indUnk | Gemini | 18,October,2003 | “Okay, I think I can handle watering the flowers from here,” said Cid, feeling slightly self-conscious as two residents of Rocket Town, which he referred to as The Boredom Couple, came to watch. “A spectacle!” A sudden thought occurred to Cid as Shera handed the hose back to him and returned to the house. He turned and made like he was watering the flowers. Then, suddenly, he turned and sprayed at the Boredom Couple. “Aghhsssssblubblub!” Grinning, Cid turned back to the flowers. Suddenly, Cloud came flying overhead, crashing to the ground not too far from the outside of the white picket fence surrounding Cid and Shera’s house. Cloud picked himself up from the ground, dusted himself off, and began running around flapping his arms; looking for all the world like he was trying to lift off and fly. “I’m a goose! I’m a goose!” he screeched, running back and forth. Cid shook his head as Cloud ran towards the Old Man’s house and jumped, trying to fly over it. He rammed into the wall, and fell in a daze to the ground.-Skylark----I got this from a website. I don't which one and I'm too lazy to get the adress but, it is about Cid Highwind watering flowers. He got ina bit of traouble with his wife Shera... This is from my most favorite game Final Fantasy VII. It's fanfiction. Anyway. I love this part about how Cloud is kind of messed up. It's too funny. Cloud is the main hero of the game and the coolest character ever! Whoo. Hoo. Er, yeah. Enjoy! |
2,086,819 | female | 15 | indUnk | Gemini | 18,October,2003 | My brother and his fiance just brought up my nephew. He's sooooo cute. He's getting his two front teeth in. He's 12 months old. Though, it's cute when he walks, he creeps me out when he pushes my door open and smiles. Ehehehe..yeah.. Anyways...nothing much else. I cleaned a bit. More like slaved over the living room for two hours for my nephew to tear it up. But that's okay. :P Uh...oh..homework..OoOoH...Rurouni Kenshin is on tonight! 11:00PM! |
2,086,819 | female | 15 | indUnk | Gemini | 02,November,2003 | Catch me as I fall Say you're here and it's all over now Speaking to the atmosphere No one's here and I fall into myself This truth drives me Into madness I know I can stop the pain If I will it all away [Chorus] Don't turn away (Don't give in to the pain) Don't try to hide (Though they're screaming your name) Don't close your eyes (God knows what lies behind them) Don't turn out the light (Never sleep, never die) I'm frightened by what I see But somehow I know That there's much more to come Immobilized by my fear And soon to be Blinded by tears I can stop the pain If I will it all away [Chorus] Fallen angels at my feet Whispered voices at my ear Death before my eyes Lying next to me I fear She beckons me Shall I give in Upon my end shall I begin Forsaking all I've fallen for I rise to meet my end [Chorus] |
2,086,819 | female | 15 | indUnk | Gemini | 01,November,2003 | Then his eyes flicked over to where Cid was stumbling around. “Yo, Cid!” he cried. “You about to run into a wall!” “Shut your flapper!” Cid snapped, still walking. “I know where-ow! Mother @#$%er! Who the hell put that @#$%ing wall there?!” “Heh, heh,” Barret laughed, but said nothing to his friend, knowing that Cid would probably blow his top and whip out the Venus Gospel if Barret dared so much as to snicker. |
2,086,819 | female | 15 | indUnk | Gemini | 01,November,2003 | Sink to the Bottom With You by Catalina Chapter Seventeen: All Roads Lead to Midgar “I just can’t believe this shit!” Cid Highwind Cid Highwind’s deep blue eyes were as thunderous and stormy as the ocean as he stood underneath the wing of the Tiny Bronco, covered from head to toe in a black rain slicker, complete with dark boots over his already booted feet. A cigarette dangled from his thin lips, the lighted tip of it the only thing that lent illumination to the shadow cast by his plastic hood. The light danced over his cheekbones, set high in his almost haggard face, creating hollows of inky shadows beneath the strong bones. It also lent an orangish-yellow illumination to his deep blue eyes, making them look like they were smoldering with fire in the literal sense as well as the figurative. “Bastard,” he suddenly mumbled, cigarette dancing on his thin lips as he spoke. A bit of ash floated down to sand beneath his feet. Barret turned to glare at him. “You talkin’ to me, foo?” Cid blinked at his companion. “Naw.” Barret snorted and turned away again, the movement of his head unsettling the stubborn raindrops still clinging to the hood of his slicker. “You talkin’ to yerself, then?” “No,” Cid growled, blowing smoke out of his nostrils in annoyance. “I just can’t believe this shit!” “I hear ya,” Barret echoed grumpily, shifting his weight from foot to foot. The man was so tall he had to crouch slightly to fit under the wing of the Tiny Bronco. “I mean,” Cid continued to rant. “We busted our asses yesterday, climbing the mountains, riding the waves, to get to that cave to look for that damn ship, and the @#$&ing thing ends up on the beach!” And sure enough, fifty feet away from where Cid and Barret were standing miserably underneath the wing of the Tiny Bronco, the “ghost ship” that had very un-ghostlike qualities was sitting on the beach with a certain smugness that seemed directed at the two men. Everything about the ship from its broken mast to the rotted boards of its hull appeared to gloat at Cid and Barret, teasing them about the hard work they had endured the day before, belittling their actions and making fun of their anger. Look at me, it seemed to say. I’m made of rotting, termite-filled wood held together by rusty nails, and I outsmarted you! Hahahahahaha! Cid spat at the sand. “Goddamn hunk of crap,” he cursed. “Well, getting your panties in a twist about it ain’t gonna make all our hard work worthwhile, ya know,” Barret grumbled, striving to be the sensible one now that Cid was all huffy and puffy over a stupid ship. Cid crossed his arms over his chest and cursed softly when his cigarette was almost extinguished by the water sitting on his sleeve. “Shut up,” he told his companion. “I had a feeling something like this was gonna happen.” “Then why the hell did ya drag me out here this morning?” Barret growled, adjusted his way-too-small slicker with his normal arm. “I’m cold, I’m wet, and this damn slicker thang smells like booty!” “Probably ‘cause I gave you the one that was kept outside by the septic tank,” Cid said, calmly puffing on his cigarette. Barret turned an amusing shade of green and whirled on his companion, glaring down at the smaller man. “Foo, you’d best be joking or I’m gonna bust a cap in your ass! I did attach my gun-arm this mornin’ ya know!” Cid grinned. “I can see that. I ain’t blind. I was just joking, anyways.” “Best be,” Barret grumbled, folding his arms across his chest, a little peeved that his companion had managed to make him loose his cool with one off-the-wall comment. He had promised Marlene that he was going to work on keeping his temper in check, and goddamn it, he was gonna try his hardest! Then Cid went and ruined it. “I gave you the one I found in my chocobo’s pen.” Barret blew his cool again. “What?! The hell you put a coat in the chocobo’s pen anyways, foo?!” Cid scowled and blew smoke out of his nostrils. “He didn’t have no hay! Didn’t want the poor bird-brain to have nothing to lay on! Are you gonna shoot me for being nice to my chocobo?” “You ain’t nice to your bird, Cid! You didn’t even feed him yesterday!” “Did too! I fed him in the morning!” “Yeah, well, I fed him again in the evening, seeing that you didn’t do it!” “You ain’t supposed to feed chocobos that much food! Now he’s gonna get fat!” Barret’s scowl deepened. “You supposed to feed chocobos two times a day! Two, foo!” He held up two fingers of his normal hand. Cid’s mouth fell open, but he managed to keep an expert grip on his cigarette. “You shittin’ me?” he demanded of his tall companion. “I didn’t know that.” Barret threw his arms up in exasperation. “No wonder the damn bird is always eating my birdie’s food!” “Birdie?” Cid repeated, then burst out laughing. Barret flushed and made another mean face at his amused friend. “Shu’up, foo! That’s what my little girl calls ‘em!” Cid continued laughing, clutching his sides in mirth. Barret folded his arms across his chest again, offended. “I give up on you, Cid! Ya need serious help or somethin’! Now what was we talkin’ ‘bout before?” “Where I got your coat from,” Cid managed to say through his snickering. “Before that, foo!” Cid gave it some thought after he finished his laughing fit. “Hmmm. Oh yeah! We was talking about how @#%$ing stupid it was for us to be out here in the rain, all wet and cold, just staring at a stupid ship on the beach!” He pointed to the “ghost” ship sitting on the shore to prove his point. The rotting thing stared back as if to say, “Who me?” “If it’s so stupid,” Barret grumbled. “Then why did ya drag me out here? Yeah! That’s what I was askin’!” Cid shrugged. “You were the only one awake and dumb enough to come with me.” Barret gritted his teeth and counted to ten (just like Marlene told him to do) before he trusted himself to answer Cid. “Let’s go back to the bar, foo. I’m done standing out here admiring this old hunk of crap. The brat Yuffie was right; it sure is one ugly son of a jackal.” Cid snickered at Barret’s euphemism, but made no move to restart the Tiny Bronco. Instead he said, “You think Cloud will have his head screwed on straight and right side up when we get back?” “He’d better,” Barret growled, eyes still on the falling rain. “Or someone else is gonna have to take command.” He glanced at Cid. “Be ready, foo. We probably nominate you.” Cid chewed on that for a while, then shook his head. “Naw. You know there ain’t nothing that can keep Spike down for long. I think he’s gonna be just fine by the time we get back. I believe in the kid!” Barret scowled down at his friend, offended. “So do I! Don’t talk like I ain’t got no faith in the spikey-headed idiot! ‘Sides, probably ain’t his fault, what happened yesterday. It’s that goddamn Reno!” Cid snorted in distaste, smoke exiting his nose in two funnels as he did so. “That @#$%ing Turk,” he snarled. “Trouble follows him wherever he goes.” “I can’t believe we has to work wit ‘em,” Barret mumbled. “It’s only for a little while,” Cid said. “He’s good in a battle, and them Turks are friends of that damn cat so I guess they can’t be that bad once you really, really, really, think about it.” “That’s a lot of ‘reallys’, man. I don’t think I can think that hard.” Cid ignored him. “Now, Rude and even that loud-mouthed Elena ain’t bad at all. Rude don’t say much, and Elena usually don’t put up too much of a fight about our decisions because she so insecure about herself. It’s just that Reno that I think is gonna give us problems.” He looked up at Barret from under the shadow of his hood. “What you think?” Barret shook his head with sudden weariness. “I ain’t in no mood to be thinkin’ right now. I just want to find Reeve and get this whole damn thing over with. I have a daughter to raise and take care of. She’s gonna be going to school soon, ya know.” Cid nodded silently. He knew that Barret probably loved his little girl more than anything on the face of the Planet. Probably more than the Planet itself. But Barret’s love for his daughter was something Cid could understand. He loved his wife, Shera in such a fashion. All that stuff about fighting for the Planet was all just a load of crap, to put it in a not-so-nice way. Cid was fighting for Shera. Everything he did, he did with his wife’s well being in mind. Sometimes, he was surprised at how much he had changed in only one year, and he had Shera and AVALANCHE to thank for it. It may have taken him years and years to realize just where his heart belonged, but now that he did know, he couldn’t have been happier. “I can understand, you know,” Cid suddenly told Barret. “About Marlene and all.” Barret glanced at him thoughtfully. “I know ya can. You probably the only one that can, once ya really think about it.” Cid grinned up at his large companion again. “I thought you said you wasn’t in the mood for thinkin’?” With a frustrated cry, Barret threw his hands up in the air again. He could tell it was going to be one hell of a long day. * * * * * * * * * Tifa sighed as she pulled the shoelaces tight on her fighter’s boots, double knotting them like she always did so they wouldn’t come loose in the middle of battle. She hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, and she knew that her lack of rest was seriously going to be weighing her down today if they got into any skirmishes. She hadn’t been in a serious, life-threatening battle in months, and the fact that she had tossed and turned all night worrying about Cloud, Reno, and Reeve wasn’t going to help her situation at all. Too much to worry about and so many things to do. Might as well just give up on having a normal life, she thought glumly, pulling on her Premium Heart fighter gloves. There was suddenly a knock at her door, and Tifa’s heart jumped slightly when she considered that it might be Cloud. He hadn’t spoken to her all day yesterday, not that she had given him much of a chance, though. From the barn, she had gone straight upstairs and barricaded herself in her room, and she had spent the whole afternoon trying to watch TV and ignore the fact that Cloud was locked up in his room only two doors down. She had thought she had heard him talking to someone in the bar late last night, but the thunder had been too loud and she had given up on listening. Probably just a figment of her imagination, birthed from her wishful thinking and longing for Cloud. “Tifa?” a voice suddenly called through the door, and the young brunette realized that she had spaced out. “Yuffie?” Tifa asked, recognizing the voice. “Yup, it’s me. Can I come in?” Tifa tried her best not to sound gloomy. “Sure! Come in.” The door opened, and a very sleepy-looking Yuffie Kisaragi trudged into the room with her feet dragging and her eyes drooping. The young girl offered her older friend a half-hearted wave with the ghost of her normal spunkiness. Then she practically collapsed on Tifa’s bed, rumpling the sheets and almost sending Tifa bouncing to the floor. “Are you okay, Yuffie?” Tifa asked with concern flickering in her burgundy eyes. “You look absolutely exhausted.” “I am,” Yuffie mumbled, opening one eye to glance at her friend. There were red veins around the stormy gray iris. “I didn’t get any sleep last night.” “Bad dreams?” Tifa asked sympathetically, smoothing back some of her young friend’s chocolate brown hair. Yuffie nodded miserably, closing her eyes again. “Horrible nightmares. The only sleep I got was when I dozed off taking a shower this morning. It totally sucked. I almost drowned!” Tifa laughed softly. “Poor Yuffie. Are my clothes still working out for you?” Yuffie nodded, absently adjusting one of the straps of her sleeveless tank top. “Yeah, but I was sort of hoping that my boobs would miraculously grow to fill out the shirt overnight, but no such luck. Darn.” Tifa laughed again. “And the shorts? Those are practically the only pair I had that were small enough to fit you.” Yuffie nodded sleepily. “They keep slipping, but that’s okay. I like them loose.” She yawned widely. “So tired…” “You don’t have to come with us today if you don’t want to,” Tifa suggested, getting off the bed and adjusting her suspenders absent-mindedly. “No!” Yuffie exclaimed suddenly, rising up to a sitting position. “I’m definitely going with you guys! I’ve been out of action for too long, and I’m not going to miss out on any more of it!” Tifa raised her hands in mock surrender, a bit surprised at her friend’s vehemence. “Hey, hey, calm down, Yuffie. It was just a suggestion. Besides, you and Vincent have been experiencing most of the action lately, fighting with those Faceless Men or whatever they were called. All we were doing was sitting around worrying about you two.” “Vincent,” Yuffie muttered under her breath, eyes spacing out for a second before coming back into focus. “Is Vincent awake yet?” she suddenly asked. Tifa blinked. “I think so. You never know with that man. I heard Cid and Barret tripping over stuff earlier this morning so I know they’re up. As for all the others, I have no earthly idea.” Yuffie made a half-hearted effort to stifle a yawn. “What are we going to do today? Did Cloud say anything important that I might have missed?” Tifa winced inwardly at the mention of Cloud’s name. “No, he didn’t say anything else, but I figure we’re going to do something today now that we’re all together again. Let’s just go downstairs and see who’s up.” Yuffie nodded dully, her eyes half-shut. That didn’t stop Tifa from seeing the spark of humor that suddenly twinkled in their iron gray depths. She lifted her hands towards Tifa. “You might have to carry me down the stairs, Tifa. I’d fall and crack my head open otherwise and Cloud would have to mop it up.” Tifa laughed and tugged Yuffie to her feet. “That makes two of us, you know. This is going to be like the blind leading the blind.” * * * * * * * Cloud drummed his fingers absent-mindedly on the table and stared at his two friends that were sitting across from him. “You guys have got to be kidding me?” he muttered under his breath. Barret heard him, however, and snorted at the young man’s lack of confidence. “You want to go out there in the rain in that damn broke plane and take a look for yerself, Spike? We tellin’ you the truth, boy! That ship jes be sittin’ there on the beach, all old and rotten like!” Cloud sighed and rubbed his face with his hands, letting the rough texture of his gloves grind against his skin. He relished that dull pain. “I know, Barret. I wasn’t calling you guys liars. I just didn’t think we’d ever see that damn thing again, that’s all.” Cid blew a cloud of smoke towards the ceiling. “You and me both, kid.” Cloud allowed a silence to descend on the almost deserted bar as he fought to gather his thoughts. After he had left Vincent alone in the darkness the night before, he had returned to his room and had actually managed to get a couple of hours of sleep before waking up at the buttcrack of dawn that morning. Cloud had no idea whether the alcohol lingering in his system or talking with Vincent had eased his mind enough to sleep, but whatever had done it, he was eternally grateful for. For some reason, talking with the dark gunslinger had always served as a sort of balm to his nerves. It wasn’t that Vincent’s presence was comforting or anything like that. No, nothing so simple. It was kind of sad actually. Whenever Cloud looked at or spoke with Vincent, he was always thinking in the back of his mind, “Wow, all my stupid-ass problems are nothing compared to the hell this guy has gone through. I got off lucky with just fractured memories and glowing Mako eyes. Look at his guy! Damn, to think I could have ended up like this! Whew!” Sad, and mean as hell, but it was heartbreakingly true. Cloud was happy he hadn’t ended up like Vincent, so cold and callous, leaving even his friends to wonder if there was a heart behind those ruby-red eyes of his. But he hated thinking like that, especially when Vincent was around. He was always afraid that those piercing garnet eyes would suddenly turn their soul-searching beams on him and dissect his every thought, exposing the darkest corners of his mind to a man that was practically darkness given shape and form. Hell, maybe Cloud felt better after talking with Vincent because deep down he thought that Vincent was the only one that could understand him. In any case, Cloud had actually gotten some sleep last night before he had roused himself from his bed to once again sheathe himself in the guise of a leader - a mixed up kid ready to lead his friends and enemies alike onto the battlefield. That’s all he really was, after all. Cid and Barret, however, had beaten him in the race to be the earliest riser. Cloud had heard the two older men down in the front room while he was getting ready. From the sound of it, they had been tripping and stumbling over chairs in the darkness, and cursing loud enough to wake the dead. Cid and Barret were definitely not the most graceful or soft-voiced men in the world, and that was for damn sure. After trying to catch them before they left and failing, Cloud had spent about ten minutes standing in front of Tifa’s door, wondering if he should knock and try and smooth things over there and then. In the end, however, his weak, prideful heart had failed him, and he had gone downstairs to stare at the rain and wonder why Cid and Barret would be taking the Tiny Bronco out so early in the morning. But the news they had brought back with them was definitely worth the trip, in Cloud’s opinion. So the ghost ship is beached on the shore near Midgar, he thought, brow creasing as he sought to derive something useful from the piece of information. According to Vincent and Yuffie’s story, the thing was out on some deep-sea complex the night before last. And we know it wasn’t there yesterday morning because we would have seen it when we went to investigate the cave. I know the seas are all turbulent right now, but could it have really drifted all this way in less than a day? My instincts tell me no, unless of course…that’s it! Barret raised an eyebrow when he saw the look on Cloud’s face become dangerously contemplative. “Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout, Spike?” A short, mirthless laugh emerged from Cloud’s throat. “Something bad. But let me ask you guys something: do you think the ship just kind of floated over to the beach, or did someone pilot it there?” Cid’s eyes widened when he realized just what Cloud was getting at. “The Running Man! He might have been on the ship - that’s what you sayin’ right, kid?” Cloud nodded, some unruly strands of blond hair flopping into his face. “Yeah, and did you notice how close that shore is to Midgar?” Barret caught on immediately. “You think the Running Man is in Midgar right now, then?” Cloud’s mood was becoming grimmer by the minute. “Yeah, and that is exactly where I was planning on heading today.” “Why do you look so sad?” Cid demanded. “If he’s there in Midgar, we’ll be able to find that bastard and finally get information out of him! This is a good thing, I’m telling ya!” “I suppose so,” Cloud muttered, still unnerved by the idea that the Running Man had somehow predicted their next course of action. That could only mean one thing: there was a spy. But he didn’t know who it could be, so he didn’t want to be making any premature accusations. Of course, the Running Man could have been heading to Midgar just by coincidence. Maybe he had left some unfinished business behind. But either way, Cloud wasn’t at all comfortable with the fact that the man who had kidnapped his friend was going to be running around the same place as they were. And they were going to all split up, making it easier to target one group at a time. He had to protect Tifa… Just then the center figure in his thoughts - in his life - came walking down the stairs dragging an exhausted-looking Yuffie by the arm. “Good morning, everyone,” Tifa said cheerfully as she guided Yuffie over to the table and dumped her in the seat next to Cloud. The young ninja immediately swayed to the side, her head landing heavily on Cloud’s shoulder, chocolate brown strands tickling his bare skin. Though he wasn’t too happy about all the extra weight, Cloud hadn’t the heart to shove her away. Besides, he was too busy fretting over the fact that Tifa hadn’t looked at him once. Cloud’s preoccupied thoughts were interrupted when the door suddenly flew open, and Red XIII bounded in, soaking wet and severely unhappy. Reno, Rude, and Elena came running in right after him, equally displeased and dripping water onto the floor. After Reno and Cloud’s big blowout yesterday, the Turks had decided to stay at the hotel instead of at the bar, which was sort of pointless, being that the hotel was right next to the Final Heaven bar. Not trusting himself to go and wake them up in order to assemble for their next operation, Cloud had sent Red to go fetch them from the hotel. That had been an hour ago, and from the looks of it, it appeared as if they had had some…difficulties along the way. Cid took one look at the waterlogged foursome and grinned wolfishly. “Hey guys, is it still raining outside?” “Shut up!” Elena snapped, wiping at her mascara, which was running…again. A look of fatherly disapproval appeared on Barret’s dark face when he saw the huge puddle of water on the floor. “The hell did you guys do? Swim all the way over here?” “Practically,” Red replied dryly, shaking raindrops from his coat and splattering the walls - and Reno - with water. “Goddamn it, Red!” Reno cried, stepping away from the lion-like beast as if Red had suddenly grown another head. “Did you have to do that when you’re right next to me?!” Elena ignored her companion and addressed everyone else in the bar. “Actually, Red did have to doggypaddle over here. The water out there is rising!” “Serves you guys right for staying at the hotel!” Yuffie interjected cheerfully, apparently ignoring her own exhaustion long enough to taunt their ex-enemies. “What - do you think we have cooties or something?” “Is it really that bad?” Tifa asked worriedly, rushing up to the Turks with three towels in her slender arms. “Red had to swim through the deeper parts, like Elena said,” Rude answered as he took a towel and wiped his face. “Thank you, Tifa.” “You’re welcome,” Tifa said politely as she handed a towel to a miserable and pouty-faced Elena, who only grumbled her gratitude. Tifa didn’t seem to notice, however, as she focused all her attention on avoiding Reno’s gaze as she handed him his towel. “Thanks, Tifa,” Reno said clearly, trying to get her to make eye contact with him. “You’re welcome,” she muttered almost inaudibly as she knelt to help Red get his waterlogged mane out of his eyes. Basically, doing anything to give her an excuse to avoid Reno’s eyes. She did a very good job of it, but both Reno and Cloud weren’t fooled. Reno snorted his annoyance before attacking his wild hair with the towel. Cloud just stared, trying to unravel the physics behind the love triangle he had somehow gotten caught up in. “So, is everyone here now?” Cid asked, noticing that Cloud was zoning again. He wished the kid would stop doing that… Yuffie looked around, her loose hair brushing the sides of her face. “Vinnie’s not here yet, is he?” “Right here,” a shadow near the stairway suddenly said. Yuffie whirled with a gasp as the others looked on in surprise, watching Vincent’s figure discard its cloak of shadows and walk into the light. He was still wearing his borrowed clothes, but he had gathered his glorious hair in loose ponytail, which was cinched with an elastic band below the nape of his neck. “Are we moving out yet?” he asked flatly. Reno took the towel away from his face and glared at everyone in the room as if they had done something to wrong him. “Moving out?” he echoed suspiciously. “I didn’t hear anything about moving out.” God, Cloud thought in annoyance. He’s already being problematic. Keep cool, Strife, keep cool. Don’t get angry. “Barret and Cid found the ghost ship,” he said clearly, keeping his eyes trained on the three Turks. They didn’t say anything so he continued, “It was abandoned on the beach near the city of Midgar.” Elena blinked. “So?” “We thinkin’ that the Running Man is in Midgar,” Barret responded impatiently. “Really?” Yuffie asked, wide-awake now as she recalled the dark figure she and Vincent had just barely glimpsed a couple of nights before. “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” “Not so fast,” Cloud warned, before his young friend could get too excited. “The Running Man isn’t the main objective of this trip.” “What do ya mean?” Reno demanded, flinging his damp towel onto a nearby chair. “If he’s the one that took Reeve, then he sure as hell is the main objective right now!” Vincent suddenly spoke up, his deep, cold voice silencing any fiery protests that may have been hovering on Reno’s tongue. “Just because this Running Man took Reeve doesn’t necessarily mean that he knows where he is right now. Remember, the Running Man boarded that ship alone when Yuffie and I were on it. He didn’t have Reeve with him when he sailed to the deep-sea complex. It’s possible that he turned Reeve over to a different group of people before he boarded the ship.” “You mean he’s some kind of bounty hunter?” Tifa asked. Vincent nodded wordlessly. Cloud picked up, grateful that Vincent had taken up the task of explaining. Cloud wasn’t sure if he could have sounded even half as eloquent or logical. “And that’s why he’s not the main objective of this mission. But he’s still a very dangerous factor so I want everyone to be careful. Watch out for him.” “What exactly will we be doing in Midgar, then?” Red asked from his seat on the floor, tail swishing back and forth placidly. “We’re gonna turn that place inside out,” Cloud said in a hard, determined voice. “We’re going to split into teams and search every inch of that place until we’re sure that Reeve isn’t being held right under our noses. That’s the objective of this mission.” “Midgar’s a big place, man,” Barret warned. Cloud nodded. “That’s why we’re splitting up.” “And I’ll bet anything that you’re choosing the teams,” Reno sneered, eyes glittering maliciously. Cloud’s glare was icy. “Yes,” he said flatly. “I will be.” Before Reno could start bitching again, Cloud went on, “I am going to be investigating the remains of Hojo’s lab. I’m taking Tifa with me…” “Figures,” Reno muttered. “And Rude,” Cloud finished. “WHAT?!” Reno exploded, the look in his eyes turning positively dangerous in an instant. “No way! Turks stick together! You ain’t separating us! No way!” “You can’t take Rude away from us!” Elena protested. “We work best as a team!” And there is no way I’m letting him go anywhere that Tifa Lockheart is going, she added silently. “I have no problem with Cloud’s decision,” Rude suddenly said. “WHAT?!!!” Reno and Elena both demanded, whirling on their friend and colleague, wondering what had gotten into him. “I understand if you don’t trust us yet,” Rude said calmly, directing his words at Cloud. “I’ll go with you and help you in any way I can.” Cloud nodded, grateful that Rude hadn’t put up a fight. “Thanks.” But Reno still wasn’t finished yet. “Wait a minute! You’re taking Rude with you as some kind of security blanket so we won’t turn on you?! That’s dirty, Strife! Using people like that!” “Don’t talk to me about using people, Reno,” Cloud counterattacked in a flat, cold voice. “And if you have to know, the primary reason I’m taking Rude with us is because he’s the one who saw the Running Man sneaking around Hojo’s lab. Remember? He’d be of great help to us.” “Fine!” Reno declared, teeth gritted in anger. “But why are you taking Tifa, then? Tell me that, Strife!” “Because I want to be with her,” Cloud said simply, carefully hiding the longing in his voice. Tifa lowered her head, feeling tears sting her eyes. Please, everyone, stop it, she pleaded silently. This hurts so much… “You mean you don’t want me to be with her,” Reno sneered. “Can we please get back to discussing the mission,” Red interrupted with a growl, noticing Tifa’s state of distress. “I see no need to take this battle to a personal level.” “Red’s right,” Cid interjected, glaring at the still-smoldering Reno. “The first team is decided. Go on, kid.” Cloud fought to get his emotions under control. “Cid and Barret - you guys are going to go the former Shinra headquarters.” Barret blinked. “That dump? Why?” Goddamn, Cloud thought. Is everyone going to be interrupting me after every other sentence? But instead of snapping at his friend, Cloud said patiently, “You are going to reactivate Cait Sith.” Cid’s eyes widened. “That damn cat? Why?” “We’re going to need all the help we can get,” Cloud answered. “Wasn’t Reeve saying that he had finished with all the adjustments he needed for Cait Sith to work on his own?” Surprisingly, it was Elena who answered him. “Yeah. He came down to the office one day to tell us about it. He said that he had given Cait the same personality that he had had when he was traveling with you all. Only now Cait can work on his own without too much help from Reeve.” She smiled, and her voice became sad all of sudden. “He was really excited about it. Poor Reeve.” Reno put an arm around her shoulders and hugged her gently, surprising everyone. Cloud nodded at Elena, acknowledging her answer and sympathizing with her pain in one gesture. Then he turned back to Cid and Barret. “Cid, you know how to work Cait, right? Didn’t Reeve show you one day?” Cid puffed thoughtfully on his cigarette. “Yeah, I think I remember. And even if I didn’t, it shouldn’t be to hard to figure out.” “Leave to us, boy-ee!” Barret said amiably. Cloud grinned at him, then turned reluctantly to the task of telling Reno what he needed to do. “Reno, you and Elena are going to investigate all the underground tunnels in Midgar, and see if there is any way at all that the Running Man could be using them to get from place to place. And yes, that includes the sewers. It may take a while, but do the best you can, okay? I figure you two know Midgar pretty well.” Reno rolled his eyes. “You mean you figure a worthless slum kid like me should know the sewers well.” Cloud ignored him. “Take Red with you. He can’t smell anything in the rain anyways.” Please don’t give me hard time on this one, he begged silently. I’m not in the mood. Everyone in the bar waited. Reno and Elena blinked. Red blinked. Reno and Elena stared at each other. Then they stared at Red, who stared back at them. Elena and Red stared at each other. Then they both stared at Reno, waiting for him to start bitching. But all he said was, “Cool.” Everyone in the bar breathed a sigh of relief. Then Yuffie grumbled, “Something tells me I’m with Vinnie again.” Cloud nodded, turning in his seat so that he could see both of them at the same time. “You two are going to Reeve’s office and see if there is anything else that we might have missed the first time. And watch out for the Running Man. I have this feeling that he might be returning there.” “How come I have to be with Vinnie again?” Yuffie whined. He’s probably tired of me, she thought sadly. I don’t want to bother him with my annoying presence anymore. Cloud stared at her. “Fine. You want to go with Cid and Barret then?” Yuffie glanced warily at the two older men sitting across from her on the table. Cid was blowing smoke out of his nostrils. Barret was scratching his armpit. “Um,” she floundered. “No thanks. I’ll go with Vinnie.” Cloud looked at the dark man standing close to the shadows. “That okay with you, Vincent?” The man nodded silently. Cloud nodded, feeling as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. “Okay,” he said. “The teams are decided. Now, how are we going to get to Midgar?” Immediately, he regretted his words. Everyone started talking at once. Elena: “Let’s take the Highwind!” Cid: “You can’t fly the Highwind in a thunderstorm!” Yuffie: “Let’s take the Tiny Bronco!” Reno: “We don’t all fit in the Tiny Bronco!” Cid: “You can’t drive the Bronco on land! Only in the water!” Elena: “Besides, it’s broken…” Reno: “…and ugly.” Cid: “Don’t diss my plane!” Red: “As long as I don’t have to walk…” Barret: “Let’s take the chocobos.” Yuffie: “In the rain???” Barret: “You got a better idea?” Reno: “I’m flying the helicopter!” Cid: “Yeah, and I’ll be laughing my ass off when you get struck by lightening and die!” Barret: “You said it, foo! I be laughin’ now! Hehehehehe!” Cloud soon got fed up. He’d have much rather preferred listening to voices of Jenova and Sephiroth living in his head than all this silly arguing. “Everyone, shut up!” he roared. The talking died off. “We’re taking the buggy,” Cloud seethed, the look in his eyes leaving no room for arguments. “Two people in the front with the driver. The other six doubled up in the back with Red across their laps.” Silence as everyone chewed on that, then Yuffie asked innocently, “So…who’s driving?” Reno: “Oh! Mememememe!” Elena: “No, don’t let Reno drive!” Reno: “Why the hell not?!” Elena: “He doesn’t have a license!” Rude: “I think I should drive…” Reno: “Sure as hell I have a license!” Yuffie: “Let Red drive!” Elena: “That license is fake!” Tifa: “Red????” Reno: “Is not!” Barret: “I’m not sittin’ in no guy’s lap!” Elena: “Is too!” Cid: “Whatever you do don’t let Yuffie behind the wheel!” Reno: “Is not!” Yuffie: “I’ll take that as an indication my expert driving makes you jealous.” Elena: “Is too!” Cid: “Expert drivin’ my-” That’s when Cloud rose from his chair and grabbed the keys from their hook and started walking towards the garage. Everyone followed silently. When they reached the garage a couple of minutes later, Cloud flipped on the lights to reveal the buggy sitting peacefully in the middle of the floor, red surface gleaming in the electric lights. It was totally oblivious that it was about to become the source of a major battle. “Shotgun!” Cid and Reno cried at the same time, racing to the car as Cloud rolled his eyes. “Door seat!” Cid yelled, flinging open the car door and plopping himself down in the passenger seat. Reno glared at him. “Move, old man!” “@#$% off!” Cid said cheerfully. “That’s not fair!” Reno whined, scowling down at the pilot. “You got in first so move over!” “Quit your bitchin’,” Cid growled. Reno’s eyes suddenly gleamed mischievously. “Fine, but I’m gonna have to climb over you.” Cid narrowed his eyes suspiciously, making it apparent that he thought Reno had something up his sleeve, but he still wouldn’t relinquish his seat. “Go ahead, Turk, knock yourself out.” So Reno climbed over Cid, making sure to step on his feet, sit on his hands, hit him in the face, elbow him in the chest, crush his legs, and knee him in the groin as he did so. “Sorry, my nightstick slipped,” Reno apologized profusely as Cid cursed and clutched himself in pain. Reno was grinning from ear to ear, quite pleased with himself. Damn, I’m good, he thought. “Move over, asswipe,” Cid wheezed. “You’re crowdin’ me!” “Fine,” Reno grumbled, but when he tried to move over, Cloud chose that moment to sit down in the driver’s seat. “Ew! Strife, get out of my lap!” “Hey! I’m the one who is driving! Move over!” While Cloud, Cid, and Reno were fighting over the front seat, the others were trying to find a way to fit into the backseat without having legs and arms sticking out of the windows. “Okay,” Barret said, taking control. “Three guys, three girls, and…Red. The guys get in first, and then the girls sit in they laps, and then Red climbs in, awright? Ya’ll got that all down?” “Wow, Barret, you’re a genius,” Yuffie said sarcastically. “I never could have thought of all that.” “I know,” Barret said as they opened the car door and started to file in. But they seemed to take forever, and soon Yuffie got tired of waiting around with nothing to do but fidget and stare at everyone’s butts as they went in. So to speed things up, she ran around the car to the other side, and opened the door. Vincent stared up at her. Yuffie stared back. Great, she thought nervously. It had to be him. I don’t want to sit in his lap because…I’m afraid I’ll like it. God, I bet I’m blushing! “Watch out, Vinnie!” she said as casually as possible, plopping down into Vincent’s lap as he watched without a flicker of emotion. But the scent of clean skin and herbal shampoo drifted to his nose, and he found himself inhaling as deeply as he could without making it obvious. “Vincent, your legs are bony,” Yuffie commented suddenly, trying to get comfortable. She was so nervous! “Your butt is bony,” Vincent muttered before he could stop himself. Yuffie pinched him on his human arm, the only piece of his anatomy that she could cause damage to at the moment. “I can’t believe you just told me that, Vinnie! You don’t tell girls their butts are bony! Apologize immediately!” “I’m sorry, Yuffie,” he said as sincerely as he could manage, and he really was sorry. “You’re supposed to argue with me, Vinnie!” Yuffie said in a scolding tone. “It’s more fun that way.” Vincent didn’t bother to reply. Instead, he wisely moved his human hand out of the way before Rude could sit on it. Wouldn’t help to lose his other hand, now would it? After Rude had gotten in, Barret crowded in his beefy bulk next to Rude; consequently, Vincent and Yuffie were shoved up against the door. “Hey!” Yuffie cried. “Watch it people! We are sitting over here, you know!” “How could we forget wit all that damn noise you be makin’!” Barret snapped as Tifa, then Elena, climbed into the car, hunched over as they searched for a lap to sit in. Tifa found herself staring right into Rude’s sunglasses. Oh well, she thought reluctantly. I guess I don’t mind… “Hey Rude,” she greeted casually. “I guess I’ll be-” She was interrupted by a loud cry. “Woman, you are not sitting in my lap!” Barret was telling Elena. “You all wet and smelly!” “I am not smelly!” Elena screeched, and Tifa had to refrain from covering her ears. Tifa maneuvered herself around so that she could look at Elena. “Do you want to sit in Rude’s lap?” she asked with a sympathetic smile. Elena flushed and made a face. “N-no!” she stammered. “I mean, um, I don’t want to sit in anyone’s lap! But I guess anyone is better than Barret over here!” “Same to you, smelly woman!” Barret retorted as the two girls filed out of the car and came back in, only this time Elena went first and sat down in Rude’s lap and Tifa sat in Barret’s. Rather than get into another “sensible discussion,” Red chose the more impulsive approach and simply leapt into the car, trying his best not to hurt Tifa, Elena, and Yuffie with his claws. Unfortunately, he was only mildly successful. “Ow! Red, be careful!” “You scratched me, you dumb mutt!” “Gawd, Red! That hurt!” Red ignored all their grumbling with the ease of long practice and settled himself carefully in their laps. He ended up stretched across the entire length of the back seat, with his head in Yuffie’s lap, his front paws and upper body in Elena’s and his hindquarters in Tifa’s lap. Red was not a happy camper. “I’m not enjoying this any more than you are,” he grumbled as Elena accidentally kneed him in the belly. “This is a very uncomfortable position.” “You’re telling me!” Yuffie exclaimed, patting Red on the nose just to annoy him. He growled up at her. “Is everyone okay back there?” Cloud called, twisting around the best he could with Reno squashing him. “NO!!” was the unanimous response. “Okay, just checking,” Cloud said with a grin. “Let’s go.” He started to reach for the shift, and realized that they had a problem. Reno’s legs were in the way. He had them all bunched up on one side of the shift, making it impossible for Cloud to shift gears without breaking one or both of Reno’s legs in the process. Not that that would be a bad thing, but… “Reno,” Cloud said. “Spread your legs.” Reno whirled on him with an incredulous expression on his face. “What? I didn’t know you swung that way, Strife.” Cloud rolled his eyes. “Straddle the shift. I can’t move it with your legs all bunched up like that. You’re blocking me.” “Fine,” Reno muttered, apparently realizing that it was the logical solution to the problem. So he did as Cloud said and placed one leg on either side of the shift, almost knocking out the windshield, breaking the radio, and cracking the dashboard in the process. “Okay,” Cloud said again. “Now we’re ready to go.” “To Midgar, foo!” Barret cried for no apparent reason. “Whoo-hoo!” Reno exalted sarcastically, trying to ignore how awkward it was to have Cloud reaching between his legs to shift gears. The going was tough from there on. After Cloud had already started the car, Cid wisely pointed out that the garage door wasn’t open. Then after the garage door was open, Tifa noticed that it was still raining and suggested that it might be a good idea if they put the buggy’s hood on. So after all that was done and the buggy was out of the garage, Cloud had to run through the rain to close the door because everyone else was “too comfortable.” They ran into even more problems when they realized that they couldn’t drive the buggy through Kalm because all the roads were flooded. After another minute of arguing and some of Reno’s “wise suggestions,” Cloud took matters into his own hands and, with a quick apology to Tifa, drove right across the lawn, tearing up the grass as he went. As Tifa lamented the fate of their front lawn and everyone, even Elena, promised to help her replant it, Cloud half drove/half hydroplaned across the grassy fields beyond Kalm until they reached the highway leading to Midgar. After scraping the bottom of the buggy getting onto the road itself, they were finally on their way. Cloud breathed a sigh of relief. He just hoped this trip was going to be worth all the trouble they were going through to get there. But he was in for a lot more trouble along the way… Two minutes after they had gotten onto the highway, Reno decided that he didn’t like Cloud reaching between his legs every time he needed to change gears. “Strife, stop doing that!” Cloud scowled. “I need to change the gears, Reno. Unless you want to be going 15 miles per hour all the way to Midgar?” “Well, no!” Reno said. “But why do you need to keep changing the damn gears so much? Just go to a really high speed and stay there!” Cloud pointed to a big puddle sitting in the middle of the road. “See that there?” he asked impatiently. “If I hit that going 60 miles an hour, we’re gonna skid off the road and into the grass and then we’ll be walking all the way to Midgar!” Reno floundered for words. “Well, um, I have an idea! I’ll change the goddamn gears from now on!” Cloud was in no mood to argue. “Fine. I’ll tell you when to change them.” Reno made a face and gripped the shift with one hand. “I don’t need you to tell me! I can change gears without your help. I have a standard car, too, ya know.” Cloud had to bite his tongue to keep from yelling, but he decided to let Reno have his way if they wanted to get to Midgar within the next year. Unfortunately, their little arrangement didn’t work out very well. Reno had no idea when Cloud needed to have a gear shifted because he insisted that he didn’t need to watch the speedometer. As a result, he kept shifting gears at the oddest times, making the buggy jerk and stall and make very ugly-sounding noises. More than once, Red ended up falling from the girls’ laps and sliding to the floor of the car. Finally, Cid threatened to skewer Reno with the Venus Gospel if he didn’t relinquish control of the shift. Noticing that the pilot was serious, Reno reluctantly surrendered control back to Cloud with the complaint that he still felt “violated” every time Cloud changed a gear. The trip went as smoothly as possible for the next five minutes until Barret broke the tranquility. “Okay, it smells like arse up in here! Who farted?” “You smelt it, you dealt it!” Reno declared cheerfully. “Maybe it’s your upper lip,” Elena snapped, using her anger to cover up the fact that sitting in Rude’s lap made her nervous as hell. “Well, it sure as hell wasn’t me!” Cid exclaimed. “You denied it, you supplied it!” Reno said immediately, ignoring the fierce glare Cid shot him. “Actually, it smells more like a wet dog,” Barret corrected himself, sniffing at the air. “That would be me,” Red said flatly. “Now hush.” Barret hushed because he couldn’t think of a snappy comeback to say. Cloud unconsciously began to drive faster, eager to get to Midgar before they all went stir-crazy and started killing each other or something. He counted the minutes of peace and got up to ten before Tifa, of all people, spoke up. Hers was the nice kind of interruption, though. She smiled and said in a hushed tone, “How cute! Look! Yuffie’s asleep.” And sure enough, Cloud turned around briefly to see that Yuffie had fallen asleep in Vincent’s lap with her head nestled fearlessly underneath the man’s chin. Her eyelids fluttered slightly as if she sensed their stares, and she cuddled closer to Vincent as if to hide her sleeping vulnerability from their prying eyes. Vincent was looking out of the rain-splattered window with his arms wrapped absently around Yuffie’s waist, watching the clouds churn and dance angrily over the horizon. He paid no attention to the curious looks the others gave him. “No wonder she was so quiet,” Elena muttered after everyone was done wondering how Yuffie could have possibly fallen asleep in Vincent’s lap. Most people were so afraid of Vincent that they were scared to breathe around him. “Don’t jinx it woman!” Barret whisper-screamed. “Maybe she’ll stay asleep for the rest of the trip.” Actually, when Cloud pulled up in front of the entrance to Sector Five on the outskirts of Midgar, Yuffie was still slumbering peacefully in the circle of Vincent’s arms, completely trustworthy of her companion. She only awakened when everyone else was piling out of the car in search of breathable air and Red accidentally scratched her on the leg. She was awake immediately, shrieking, “Eeep! Something bit me! Vinnie, something bit me on the leg!” “Don’t worry, Yuffie,” Vincent said calmly, opening the car door with his claw. “It was just Red.” “Red bit me?!” “No, he accidentally scratched you when he was climbing out of the car.” “Oh,” Yuffie said, stretching and rubbing her eyes. “Are we here yet?” “Yes.” “Okay,” Yuffie said, trying not to sound disappointed. She didn’t want to climb out of Vincent’s lap just yet, but if she stayed any longer, then it would start to look like she actually liked sitting in Vincent’s lap. So with great reluctance, she hopped out of the buggy and onto the muddy ground, wincing as her borrowed boots sunk into the gooey substance. Good thing I’m not wearing my sneakers, she thought as Vincent climbed out and shut the buggy’s door. Trying to work the kinks out of her stiff limbs and ignore the raindrops hitting her head, Yuffie walked around to the front of the buggy where everyone else was already gathered, all staring silently up at the diseased city of Midgar. It was still as ugly as sin. Sure it was on its way to recovery, but it was still a long way away from discarding its gloomy countenance in exchange for one that looked even the least bit inviting. And the rain pouring down and all the dark clouds that always seemed to be gathered right on top of Midgar did nothing to change the way she looked at the dilapidated city. Yuffie had never really liked traveling around in Midgar, especially in the slums. It depressed her. Every time she saw a homeless person begging for food or one of the little delinquent pickpockets casting furtive glances at her items pouch, it always made her think that no matter what poor Reeve did, Midgar would always be a worthless cause, something that was already beyond help. “Midgar,” Barret suddenly said. “I hate to be sayin’ this and all, but it’s gonna feel good to be back home.” “Just remember,” Cloud said firmly. “Be careful where you tread, and this place is gonna be searched high and low! Everyone has their PHS?” All of the AVALANCHE members nodded. “And cell phones?” Cloud asked. The Turks nodded. “Okay, then! Let’s move out!” This is too funny! |
2,086,819 | female | 15 | indUnk | Gemini | 01,November,2003 | perfect by nature icons of self indulgence just what we all need more lies about a world that never was and never will be have you no shame don't you see me you know you've got everybody fooled look here she comes now bow down and stare in wonder oh how we love you no flaws when you're pretending but now i know she never was and never will be you don't know how you've betrayed me and somehow you've got everybody fooled without the mask where will you hide can't find yourself lost in your lie i know the truth now i know who you are and i don't love you anymore Never was and never will be You don't know how you've betrayed me And somehow you've got everybody fooled it never was and never will be you're not real and you can't save me somehow now you're everybody's fool Evanescence 'Everybody's Fool' |
2,086,819 | female | 15 | indUnk | Gemini | 21,February,2004 | Now there's something wrong... |
2,086,819 | female | 15 | indUnk | Gemini | 21,February,2004 | Wow. Cool! A new post! Finally. Someone who updates this thing. Whoo hoo. I have 6 journals people. Six! Two are on paper and one is an AOL profile. Another is secret so no one can find it. This is the fifth and I have another. But, because all you beautiful people have this one, you don't need the other and if you want it, ask me. Otherwise. I guess I could put some cool stuff here. Don't know what though. |
2,086,819 | female | 15 | indUnk | Gemini | 20,March,2004 | Well. Now that I know this thing still works. Uh yay. Maybe. I dunno. I wonder what I should do for my non-fiction essay. |
2,086,819 | female | 15 | indUnk | Gemini | 06,March,2004 | It wasn't working before... whatever... Well.. bye. |
2,086,819 | female | 15 | indUnk | Gemini | 06,March,2004 | Let's see if this works... |
2,086,819 | female | 15 | indUnk | Gemini | 25,April,2004 | School is so close to ending. I'm gonna be in 10th grade next year. Soon I'll be a senior. Maybe. Lol. I'm gonna miss everyone when school's out. Meh. Just finished cleaning. Sort of. Did the best I could. I've been decorating my room with these wierd ring things all over the place. It is so cool looking. Putting use to all that paper my mom is wasting. I beat RE1 today. And got a really crappy ending. Jill died. I think. Unless Barry.. saved her. Wesker 'died'. Tyrant got blown to pieces. Even with the not so modern graphics it looked really. I first met up with these creepy chimeras, i think they're called, today. They look like mini-tyrants. Or hunters. They're creepy. One really creepy monster is the bandersnatches from REC:VX. Or the hunters too. The Lickers from RE2 are bad. Mr. X is ugly. James Marcus. He's friggin' awesome. All vampirey and crap. Until I found out he was the same old guy. ugh. Billy Coen is awesome. And Wesker and Steve. And Alfred. 'I am Resident Evil.. Yes..Muahahaa..' Newgrounds! Woot. So addicting. Anything new in school.. I don't think so. Though I am already preparing for tests two months away. Great. Music.Music. Whoo. Hoo. I want to take piano lessons. That would be so cool. So I can play FF7's Main theme over and over. I love it! Lada da. Waitin' for my sister to get home. I learned how to swear in Japanese! Yay! Ohhhh.. hehehehee. I just had an evil, evil idea. Resident Evil is fun! REC:VX RE1, RE2, REZ. RE3, RES, REO, RE4. I need those last four and our collection is complete. Until they make more. I wish they would calm down on those FF's too. I still need to get the first six and FF11 and 12 and Chronicals. And everthing else. Bloodrayne 2. Comin' out soon. I think. I also want to get Spyro 4. I love that game. Though the third one drove me crazy. And I never beat the 1st or 2nd. I have a lot of catching up to do. Uh oh. Kh2 and FF7:AC. I can't wait! |
2,086,819 | female | 15 | indUnk | Gemini | 18,April,2004 | It's vacation and I still have to do some homework.. uh oh. I should do my current events for now since that is all I can do. I have to write a rough draft for my English project still. 1984. Whoo what a book. BTW. My non-fiction essay was about System of A Down. They're rockin'! |
2,086,819 | female | 15 | indUnk | Gemini | 16,May,2004 | I'm listening to Camui Gackt's 'Last Song.' It is so good. I like 'Secret Garden' also. He is so hott. Cute. Adorable. He is great. Especially his body. I've only known about him for.. 3 days? And I'm already obsessed. Gosh. He's kept me from playing my video games. I haven't played them in a week. Too much school work. *cough* Yeah. I'm gonna work really hard. To get to his level. I'm going to start exercising and stuff. Learn things from his point of view. I'm also gonna work on getting good grades and calming down on the gaming a bit. Just for the heck of it. I can't live off of games. Err. Yeah. I could. But. Whatever. Gackt has really inspired me. He is so weird. His personality is great. I never had heard any of his music or knew anything about him, but looking at his face told me a lot. Then I read things about him and I got a really strong sense of who he was just from some simple facts. He has a lot of great qualities about him. I sound so funky. His voice is great. And Malice Mizer is cool too! 'Beast of Blood' rocks. I've downloading some music for the past two days. My cousin came over on Friday and we hung out at the park for awhile and we basically got eaten by mosquitoes. Er. Ouch. Then we watched Edward Scissorhands, then I got to show Rachel the awesomeness that is Gackt. Gosh. Do I wish I knew how to pronounce his name. Lala. New song. New song! 'Story'... 'Mizerable' is really awesome. Especially in the beginning. I am really obsessed... Uhoh... Nicht gut. Hehe. He knows English and some French and Mandarian(I think that is how you spell it!) and Korean and of course he knows his Japanese. You should check out his bod. Whoa. He is ..... coolioses. That's enough Gackt for now. UH. No it's not. Lol. Laundry and Homework. Oh no... |
2,086,819 | female | 15 | indUnk | Gemini | 30,June,2004 | I'm so bored, as usual! I am really getting sick of pop-tarts. They are getting ucky. I need some ice cream. I was watching this thing on Newgrounds and it was so creepy. It was supposed to be this Madonna song backwards and it was supposed to say she murdered someone, but it ended up with this really creepy face. Oro! It was scary, scary, scary. I'll never watch it again. It's almost July. Oh, yay. I need something to do. My downloading is just not working. I want to go play my game, but I want to get these videos done. Oro. My mom is still not home yet. After, 3 or 4 days. Oh for goodnesses sake, just get home already. |
2,086,819 | female | 15 | indUnk | Gemini | 24,June,2004 | I love writing! Woot. And I love Gackt's music! Woot even more. Boy, am I bored. My fingers hurt. Darnit, I keep forgetting to get something to drink. :P ah...White flowers surround us and die(Ah shiroi hana ni kakomarete iku) I love that line of 'Vanilla'! It rocks. And it is so fun to sing too! I like cheese! |
2,086,819 | female | 15 | indUnk | Gemini | 22,June,2004 | I am so bored. I forgot to wake my sister up this morning so she missed another day of school. Great, huh? We had breakfast! I made scrambled eggs, fried potatoes, potato cakes, and french toast. Yum, yum. Oh yeah and a piece of toast and I had another pop tart. And a half. Geez, I eat alot. Oh well. Just listening to Gackt waiting for something good to come to mind with my stories. I have another good idea for a songfic. |
2,086,819 | female | 15 | indUnk | Gemini | 21,June,2004 | I am so bored. I just added two entries to my other blog. If you want to see them, duh duh duh, yes this is the other blog I was trying to hide it from anyone who I didn't want to know who didn't already know about it. Of course I don't know what others read this. Oro. Besides my FF7 one, urlLink Go ahead and check it out unless you have already discovered it. Yeah, right. No one will see it. I wish this blog had more umph to it. The Livejournal has some cool stuff. I wish I knew how to make stuff for it. ah well. Well, I really feel like writing a lot lately. 'Fighter' is a really good song. Woot. Yes, I listen to Christina Aguilera and Jessica Simpson, Britney Spears and Hanson. So what? They're good so bite me biotch. And womanly men are not bad at all. Hah.Rather be lesbian. Biotch. Bye bye. I feel to mean today. Mood: Mean Music Fighter |
2,086,819 | female | 15 | indUnk | Gemini | 19,June,2004 | I hate different languages. I hate learning them, speaking them and listening to them. Well, If I could actually learn one without ever having to speak it, that would be great. Atleast not speak it in front of the person that is teaching it to me or anyone else that was learning it. I have to do it myself and alone. Blarghy. I hate it I hate it I hate it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I still have to go to school and I hate it. I hate it. I hate it!!!!!!!!!!! I want a.... *cries* This is the dumbest language that has ever existed. Gr. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhh. *temper tantrum* I want candy. |
2,086,819 | female | 15 | indUnk | Gemini | 19,June,2004 | Sitting home alone is just oh so fun. I am so bored. I have been playing Chrono Cross all morning. Bleh. uh. Blah. When is the last time I have listened to any Gackt? Oh. Only a few minutes ago. Haha. Eu weh. I have problems. I guess I am going to do nothing today. My bro and whatnot is going to throw me a b-day party. Whoo. I get to see Junior and Anthony. |
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