Do not forget to floss after consuming chocolate, ladies and gentlemen.

Enjoy thy summer, friends and enemies.

I don't want to sit and mold. So here I am. Just to prove that I am alive. At this particular moment, my head is going crazy with every opposing force possible. Okay, so maybe I'm exaggerrating a lot a bit. But whatever. oh! And, since pop-up adds still like to drop by for visits, I'm curious. If I didn't want to visit your stupid "casino" the first twenty times, what makes you think that I want to suddenly visit it NOW? jaldkfjasklfjsdlfjsdk Haha, that's pretty much all. Peace with you.

http://www.william-shakespeare.org.uk/a1-shakespearean-insults-generator.htm haha, yeah. Anyhow. Shakespeare... I just realized that not ALL artists are only remembered after their death. Playwriting counts as an art form, right? People went to see his plays, right? I mean, while he was still alive, right? Of course. I mean, who WOULDN'T want to see his plays back then? With limited means of entertainment anywhere else, the theatre was the place to be. Sure it was crowded and full of body heat/sweat. Sure the sound wasn't all that good, considering there were no microphones. Sure there were rarely any props. Sure they were long and you'd never know what is was going to be about. Sure you had to use your OWN imagination 90% of the time (*gasp*:-P). But 'twas SHAKESPEARE!!! Morbid deaths, romantic twists, insane people, stupid puns, crazy predicaments, dishonesty, distrust, tension... Fun, no? Well, when it's not happening in real life, that is, haha. Sorry, but if someone were to stab you in your sleep, you wouldn't be the happiest camper either. :-P Drama's amusing, though. . . "Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more" - Macbeth, Act V, Scene 5 "There is nothing either good or bad - but thinking makes it so" - Hamlet, Act II, Scene 2 I bid thee farewell =)

Buffalo wings originally came from a restaurant in Buffalo, where they accidentally used the portion of the chicken that they normally used for soups. Isn't that just spiffy? Of course 'tis. Moving on. I've kind of neglected all of my online journals, haven't I? I forgot the passwords to most of them, or in some cases, the screennames. Ah well, whatever. I'm somewhere between the earth and the sky right now, UPDATING at that, so mnyeeeh Natalie y yo necesitamos conducir!!!!! Actually, nah. We don't really NEED to drive. There's always public transportation and walking. So long as we have comfortable shoes and healthy feet, we should be fine. Wow, for anyone just passing by this blog (highly unlikely, but possible), thou probably thinkeths that I have a foot fettish or something. Haha. Whatever. Peace out all y'all.

This is from a pretty moment sometime earlier this week, and I thought I'd steal that moment and share some of it with thee

My Dad was all saying how he'd never satisfy my mom. And while he was out eating dinner with my uncle, my mom was all saying how she'd never be "good enough" for my dad. Moral? Perhaps we'll all just never be satisfied. Or they won't, at least. And being the offspring of an unsatisfied relationship, we are destined to have crappy ones ourselves. Tis the American way. *bows* Yes this was a waste of radiation from the computer screen.

The woodwinds get KAZOOs for our parts in Chicken Run!! Since I mastered the kazoo at age 4, this should be one of my better performances . Haha, yeahh.... nothing much else. 'Tis Ash Wednesday, and I missed service. And I had hot chocolate. I will see some of you in H-E-double hockey sticks.

From the marrow, An itching fright, Like looming fog In pitch-black night. It stays unseen, To its delight, And leaves us all to shiver. Soul to soul and skin to skin... In shivering, We cling in spite, And pray the flesh To hold us tight. Please satisfy This appetite With comforts of imaginings! Ruled by fear and spared by dreams, Love us for being. Being human. . . . . The spirit of the broken heart The spirit of beloved friends The spirit where the laughter starts The spirit breaks. The spirit mends. How wonderful a crooked line! How beautiful a taste of flaw! That is how I know I live- Pure imperfect human law . . . . How I scream to return to my time-ridden spot, Where hesitant plans Would torture me not, Back to Twinkle Twinkle Little Star When the pearly moon would chase our car, Back when the destination never mattered. ...And a foe was only a foe for an instant. . How I tried to grasp onto my time-ridden spot; They didn't approve, And oh, how I fought! But to no avail, for they made me believe That a mind must mature and discreetly deceive. Goodbye ye little twinkling star! And moon who'd never chase a car! Thanks to these shackles they made just for me, I have places to go and people to see. ...And I don't think I'll ever forgive them. Never. Ever. . . . . Petals, petals, words and words As lullabies a sleepy trance Petals, petals, words and smiles Rosy whispers start a dance . Higher than time dare to reach Sweetly breaching gravity Higher than time dare to climb Rosy whispers carry me . Out and over worldly skies Out amidst the violent eyes Remind me roses dare to grow In biting snow Remind me of roses Remind me of life . Darkness laced in winter chill Rosy whispers echo still Brings me to a place of peace As lullabies and roses will -------------- haha yeah that's it. I'm doing Spanish homework to Spanish music. How fun is that?? And I cooked food that didn't burn tonight! Yay....ness :-P -Love and peace-

Several people informed me before school that I am no longer casted in the musical. Well, needless to say, I probably had it coming. I was flaky and unreliable. Not that I even knew about the rehearsal yesterday. I think that Megan tried to tell me about Monday, but some miscommunication happened along the way. No matter how it happened, it still happened. I missed more than one rehearsal, and so now I'm no longer casted. I am a Who no more. :-( I dreaded it more than anything - going into the drama room and asking Mr. Bengford about it. I don't even know why, but I sort of felt obligated to go and grovel and beg, you know? Not that I would even bother, but I went into his room all the same. There was no possible way that he'd let me back in. I was so overwhelmed that I couldn't even look him in the eyes when I talked to him. I couldn't even face him when I finally said hopelessly, "So there's no chance...at all?" It felt like salt water built up in the back of my eyes and choked my throat. So I rushed out of the room and found a nice corner to curl up and cry. I couldn't believe that I didn't go to rehearsal on Monday. I was so flaky! I'm not a flaky person, I swear. I just was flaky, and so here I was... dwelling over spilt milk. Today started out terribly, which means that it only could've gotten better. Which it did. My stomache still hurts, but it's less painful. On the positive side, I can now go to people's birthday parties, and I can now be HOME on my dad's birthday. Plus, I have more time to slack off and not build an ulcer of some sort. Oh, I mean, do homework. Hey, and there's always next year, when there might possibly be a less bouncy musical. Like my mom sometimes says, "Think of it as a blessing in disguise." Haha, just when you thought I couldn't get any cheesier. Well, that's all for now. Peace out! :-)

Yakkityyakkityyak!! Sure it's relieving to talk loud and long, but it's only a temporary high. Temporary, because it all just seems to be a few moments of mindless bliss to pass time. Sort of like this. I mean, I felt happy for a few moments when talking today, but for the most part, I just wanted to curl up and meditate in a corner or something. I don't know why. I guess I need time to sort things out. ---Between education and careers and sickness and deaths and parties and births and religions and siblings and dogs and parents and chocolate and world issues and relationships and friends and hate and love and homework and sanity and mountains and oceans and time and money....ajsdlfjsadlfjsadfl;sfj!!--- It feels like trench warfare, trying to run from one "milestone" to the next without getting brutally wounded. But why is graduation such a great accomplishment down here on Earth? Why is getting married such a big deal? What about fully embracing a winter sunset? What about writing a first good poem? What about finding God or Atman or whatever it is? What about being perfectly content with lying down and not harming anything/anyone? //////////////////////// blahblahblah wow I can't stay on subject that well :-P Some of the most significant things are said in a short faint whisper. I love you. I think that I'm dying. Honestly. I promise. Why do we emphasize what just isn't important? Next year's classes are going to be so bloody insane!!! The schedule's posted, and the meeting is coming up. That jerk hit me last year, I think. You destroyed it! What were you THINKING?? I can't belive my grades. No shiite, sir. --- In other news, Sara and Jackson are watching that Simpson's DVD again (Homer: "Oh Lisa, 'Bart's a vampire!' and 'Beer kills braincells!' Now let's go back to that ...building thingy... with the TV and beds." ), and the house looks pretty dark inside. My mouth has the aftertaste of mac 'n cheese and chocolate pudding, but my stomache feels bruised from not eating enough. But the sky's colored like cotton candy Now they're playing with Legos. I think I shall nap like I've never napped before. Or maybe not. We'll see. ..... The end, dearies. Pleasant dreams. Shh, por favor