Uggggh

Today has been a nonstop littany of *FUCK OFF YOU I DO NOT WANT TO BE HERE!!!!*

We have had an early (way earlier than should be legal) wake up because SOMEBODY wanted to call me because he was bored!!!

Then there was work, which, while mindless, actually, not so bad.

AND THEN I WROTE 900 WORDS OF AN ESSAY AND I HAVE TO GO LAY DOWN AND DIE FOR A WHILE NOW.

P.S. Also, I must get my part of 23 to [livejournal.com profile] musicianatheart  or else I WILL FEEL BAD AND MY HEAD WILL EXPLODE

Love you all
 

Zzzzzzzzzzz

I would have you know, that I am not one to play at Lilith and the Apple, but here I stand my dear Wagner, and I cannot deny the glimmer of starlight on those distant, heady shores.

To do or not to do, this is the question on my lips as we speak. The course is unclear and the alternatives both, are jaded in their uncanny resemblance of implicit danger.

The question stands thus: Should I  spend my stimulus money: a) on a nice new pair of glasses or b) on paying mum and dad back some more moneys?

I am torn to be sure.

Thankyou.
That is all.


I just read this:

"Haha this iz how old i am.... censored i started @ the woolies censored, waz the only1 bak then. i waz doin ye3ar 11 & the extra $ waz grae3t, also meetin chix waz graet. i got into a fite with a managers son (over a girl) out front of hiz house one fridi nite, that waznt so great"

After I had finished, I think a part of my soul had died. You know, that part that likes grammar, and correct spelling, and wants to have a litter of puppies with sirius, and believes in commas.

That part of me shall never be able to talk to the person that wrote this again.

Oh the troubles that bad grammar and spelling bring!

Thats okay, at least I dont have the SARS/PIG FLU/BIRD FLU/MOOSE FLU/HORSE FLU + CUCUMBER AND A DIRTY MARTINI, but then I'm not really into having the Must Have Diseas of 2009 now am I sweeties? No, not at all.
I have finished my essay

I am Fnrfhgh.

Stupid frozen tundra house. Here's the question for today kids; 'what the hell are the eskimoes thinking?' I mean yes, the hoods are cute -- but its always cold, ALWAYS! And you have to eat whale for breakfast, and you have to eat polar bear, and santa clause and... ice. There is always ice. Even though I am nobodies cabbage before ten in the morning.
Je déteste quand vous ignorez-moi.

"I hate you when you ignore me." ... These words ripple through me as I read them. They speak a myriad of truths and smash upon me like mirrors on the pavement. Where do they come from? Why does their very presence permeat the air like a truth that cannot be held?

"Do not tell me one thing, and then continue to do it. You know that ignoring me will only make this worse" ... Who is he talking of she thinks? It cannot be me, she supposes. Oh how very wrong she is. Does she know this? T-elle pas? Her actions have consequences, but in the rampant mass consumerism and stupidity of her sou, she does not understand: ray guns are not just for the future, there are things in the now that needed to be fixed. All the choices in the world. Better luck next time.

"Why do you keep me outside, You say you do not, and yet mon ami, you do it again and again" ... Is it a game for them he wonders? Is there some sort of master plan behind it all? Will there be a party and balloons as he slowly sucumbs to the ennui which so deeply holds sway over his melancholia?

Did the tell you to grow up
When you wanted to dream
Did the warn you, better shape up
If you want to succeed
I don't know about you
Who are they talking to
They're not talking to me

Did I ask you for attention
When affection is what I need
Thinking sorrow was perfection
I will wallow til you told me
There's no glitter in the gutter
There's no twilight galaxy

I'm alright, come on baby
I've seen all of the demons that you've got
If you're not alright, now come on baby
I'll pick you up and take you where you want
Anywhere you want
Anything you want
I'm higher than high


"Your guns are held aloft, the grins on your faces do not fill me with glee" ... She looks at them with disgust. They do not understand. They are so superficial, so malignant, so passe.

All the gold
And the guns
In the world
Couldn't get you off

All the gold
And the guns
And the girls
Couldn't get you off

All the boys
All the choices
In the world

I remember when we were gambling to win
Everybody else said better luck next time
I don't wanna bend like the bad girls bend
I just wanna be your friend
Is it ever gonna be enough

Is it ever gonna be enough?

All the lace
And the skin
In the shop
Couldn't get you off

All the toys
And the tools
In the box
Couldn't get you off

All the noise
All the voices
Never stop

I remember when we were gambling to win
Everybody else said better luck next time
I don't wanna bend like the bad girls bend
I just wanna be your friend
While you're giving me a hard time
I remember when we were gambling to win
Everybody else said ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Is it ever gonna be enough?

More and more, more and more...
Is it ever gonna be enough?


"Maybe its time for me to come out into the open. Maybe you should see me as I am. Not as you want. For the first time, For the last time, I will make you open your eyes and see me as I am."
 

monsieur_djinn: (Connies)
( Mar. 20th, 2009 06:39 pm)
"Your smug self-righteousness blinds you to your many flaws.
You are not infallable.
You are not above reproach."

Interesting sentiment no?

I have a certain amount of pain in my left upper leg, and no one to blame it on but myself.

Ik geef het terug wanneer u aanvang met het zien van door mij - Ik ben niet onzichtbaar.
monsieur_djinn: (Veronica)
( Mar. 17th, 2009 06:40 am)

My shattered illusions, these twisted shards

Shattered mirrors and broken cords

Mute testimony – Fates’ fallen cards,

A Hall once filled with open doors.

 

The tangled web of a twisted life,

Of which it seems I’m heir

My thudding heart – the coming strife

Sweet sunlight in his golden hair

 

But what of when, my life was sweet?

Cloaked in foul naivety -

My Mirrors hung like falling sleet

I wore no mask and all was free

 

So filled with Light -

The Three of Cups,

We danced through golden nights

But soon we fell upon the floor, in loneliness were thrust

 

The Stranger came of noble birth

A Knight both tall and fair of eye

Flames so strong they shook the Earth

My heart so filled, could not deny

 

And so it came, the lilting song

My mirrors smashed upon the ground

His starless night so very long

The tower crumbled; not a sound

 

In its ruins, here I stand

My heart a burnt and withered husk

Moonlight cold on broken hands

Winter stands in autumn’s dusk

 

To another, the rose devoted

Although denied, the damage done

The arrow fell from Cupid’s bow:

Irony bitter, with thornéd tongue

 

But Life goes on, her bitter joke

Time heals all and sun does shine

So here I stand in the jester’s cloak

Singing songs that were never mine

 

 

Then Summers fair and dusty face

Her breath ignites, my soul does thaw

She hands to me Fates’ fallen Ace

A garden fair with open doors

 

A winding path oft swathed in ice

And paved with daggers mighty sharp

A blessing hidden in disguise

Brings forth the sound of love’s fair harp

 

Though long ago a love was lost

Today I stand and make a choice

In the Prince’s arms I place my lot

No longer plagued by another’s voice

 

Although my eyes, now see through jade

The azure tinge was never lost

I think of things that love has made

And smiling now, accept the cost

 

For life is sweet and love is fair

A tapestry woven of finest cloth

And though oftimes we feel despair

Loves mighty wind holds us aloft

 

So now I stand with sunlit heart

The Knight a memory turned to dust

I’ve laughed and cried and played the part

Now travel onwards into dusk
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Guh

( Dec. 21st, 2008 05:24 pm)
I'm pretty sure that McCracken, Ferguson and McGeary should hurry up and get their arses here.
fuckers
not really... I love 'em.
As long as they bring the booze.

P.S. I get my cast off tomorrow!
RICHARD OF YORK GAVE BATTLE IN VAIN
Please don't be mean...
There are so many skirts under the table.
None of these long legs are mine.
She calls around, finds me crying.
Wish I were capable of lying sometimes.
Hide out and run when no one’s looking.
Hide out.
Love is hell, hell is love.
Hell is asking to be loved.

Well well well...
'twould appear that Jake is finally back from Europe
He's been gone for like... years
And he came round with Chorts this morning, had a cuppa, said hello to the puppy
I think there's a bbq like saturday or sunday too

Its definitely reignited my own travelling plans
Europe 2010 and South America 2012... although I may do a working holiday in Europe and stay a bit longer =D
I am a tad bored at the moment.
This goram cast makes it nigh impossible to do anything entertaining (like swimming) and/or useful (like driving). Thus I am a homebody. Waffle is very unhappy.

Dylan Meconis is the shizz.
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