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[24 May 2004|11:29am] |
Today... sucks. I can't really explain it, but I'm feeling really emo. I'm tired and my head hruts-I miss the seniors. I hate the end of the year, because all of your friends start leaving. I haven't even given Anthony the monkey from Build-A-Bear.
I miss my sister, which is weird because I just staw her,but we never get to talk anymore. And the things she was telling me is only half of what was going on-probably even less. We never see eachother anymore, so I don't really even know how her life is. I want to go up to Greeley and see her in June. We're going to go to Pride. How cool is that? Last year, I didn't get to go and my parents were freaking out. I swear, homophobia really bothers me. I'm straight and going to Pride, and I don't see a problem with that.
You don't have to be gay to have gay pride.
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[11 Apr 2004|02:32pm] |
I'm really excited. Going to Flor-I-Da. Thursday, boys and girls. I'm packing up my stuff... Hey, maybe I'll have pictures when I get back? It's going to be awesome. \m/ Got to love band trips.
Oh yeah, userinfo change.
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[24 Mar 2004|10:02am] |
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*sighs* Going to Quincy today... I want to be home!
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[01 Mar 2004|08:54pm] |
Well, I've been sick for awhile... Since about Monday. It sucks, but I'm getting better. I wasn't really home much last week because of the musical... it was a lot of fun. I played in the pit, switching between Clarinet and Bass Clarinet, and giving Senor Blanco the cues.
I think I have a crush on Kirk, which is strange. He just looked really good up there, singing in that deep voice. He actually looked sexy... Something I've never thought of Kirk as, but there you go. On Saturday night, the end of the musical, he gave me a hug and said 'Thanks for playing.' He's cool. He's really strange, so I like him. Haha.
My friend Dustin, he's super gay and I love him, haha... He humped me and he's like "Let's go hunny." Kim was like, "Why, Dustin, I never knew." He laughed and he was like:
"I'm bisexual. Buy me something and I'll get sexual."
That's why I love him... He's just makes me so much happier. He's such a cute kid. <3
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[01 Mar 2004|08:53pm] |
This is really rough... Sorry. I want to put something like this in the Yearbook this year.
A Beginning With No End
To all the seniors
Here’s to the years of forgotten faces
The blank stares and longing gazes
A shout across the hall, and a whisper to a friend
The spoken memories of our dreams
Here’s to the good times, and the bad
The fulfilled dreams, and words never to be had
A tear shed, and a smile fallen through
The unspoken memories of our dreams
Here’s to the success to be found
The wishes we think without a sound
A longing for it one last time
The words spoken in the last line
Here’s to the memories we have with smiles
The ones in tears, and the ones just there
A million words you’ll never hear
Are within these halls, in time forever
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[29 Jan 2004|09:26pm] |
I've never done a "me" post before... So here it is. These are various pictures taken by me, my family, or my friends. I have more, but my "C" drive isn't cooperating. These are fairly big, so I put most of them behind a cut. Comment... Haha.
( Read more... )
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[14 Jan 2004|10:41am] |
I hate sitting in a class that I should've tested out of, but because I didn't "double space after a period," here I am, sitting here during finals. So, basically I'm playing on the internet... because everything is boring, tired. Boredom...
Hey, it's an actual entry! I've been listening to this Blue Devils cd constantly. It's The Phenomenon of Cool: Unsquare Dances (2002-2003). It's absolutely amazing. If you haven't listened to the Concord Blue Devils, you really should. I know what you're thinking... Link me up, Soctty:
Concord Blue Devils
So you think you listen to real music? You need to listen to Blue Devils, Sigur Ros, Godspeed You! Black Emperor. They're great... absolutely amazing. And we have their former drum major as one of our instructors. Rock on.
Well, I'm going to get going seeing as how I only have fifteen minutes left in class. Luckily, I finished the final yesterday, and all I had to do today was work on a Power Point.
-Wednesday
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[10 Jan 2004|08:25pm] |
In darkness, we dance upon the starlit night
Soft patter of rain, kisses under sin
Left here upon the alter, sacrifice of life
And the beauty of the life
It shines on me
And the monsters take me under
It’s all I see
The dream of past forgotten
Searing lips to the vixen
Starlight saves me from this hell
And we’ve turned away,
From everything we’ve seen
Fleeing from the starlit,
Darkness of our dream
And the beauty of the life
It shines on me
And the shadow of the haunted
Silences the purified scream
And the beauty of the life
It shines on me
And the monsters take me under
It’s all I see
And the beauty of your last breath
Forsaken air of death
And the darkness takes me over
Starlit entry to hell
Copyright  2003, Meghan. All rights reserved.
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[17 Dec 2003|05:50pm] |
My angel, can I cry to you?
And tell me, if I do, will you too?
Because when my losses outweigh my gains
I need you more than ever
When my fear becomes me
I just hope you’re there to see
And all I need is to see that golden dream
But mountains loom ahead
And before I’ve reached you, you’ll find me dead
And all I need now is to find the stars
But it won’t let me, my hiding scars
And before you see me… I’m down beneath the stars
I’m everything I hated, and nothing that I wanted
And who can save me from myself,
And who can save me… from myself
And the mountains loom ahead
And the sky comes up above my head
And you’re not there when I’m dead…
And I am not there when I am dead
Copyright 2003, Meghan. All rights reserved.
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[16 Nov 2003|04:13pm] |
The Child In The Shadows
A smile and a shadow
Seeking the small child
Haunting dreams of purified screams
Overtake her, and become her
Her angelic eyes seek a truth forgotten
The blank stare of a distraught facade;
A visage of broken scions blinks back into her eyes,
Mirroring her agony and showing her the way
The darkness of her smile
A sick parody of a child
An utter fall is all she feels
And the bloody mess is she
When she rises to her power
And shines despite her ire
The screams that once forbade her
Now heed, but still abase
Her silence will be deafening
When the night controls the day
The violence she has seen
Will be all thats left for me
Copyright 2003, Meghan. All rights reserved.
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[16 Nov 2003|04:12pm] |
High Martyr
We are the ones
The chosen ones
We are the ones
That no one loves
We are the children under heavy sedation
Our thoughts are simply imitation
And controlled by a government theme
In which even our scheme can't convene
We are the ones
The chosen ones
We are the ones
That no one loves
Our thoughts are constantly surveyed
Conveyed, and relayed
To a room of high martyrs
Who feel with their souls, and not with their own
Our shame to be higher, and the spirit a bit lower
We are the ones
The chosen ones
We are the ones
That no one loves
And in this hour we see our destruction
Our minds have wrought corruption
On all of humanity
For we are the ones constantly surveyed
To a room of high martyrs, without a brain of their own
Our bodies just wasted in lofty hells
Minds taken away, and burnt with dismay
For we are the ones
The chosen ones
We are the ones
That no one loves
Copyright 2003, Meghan. All rights reserved.
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[15 Nov 2003|09:47pm] |
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I worked as a hostess today, which I'll volunteer for willingly. Instead of taking orders, I went outside, and offered people free samples. It was a lot of fun, because people were nice. I came out of work in a good mood, as opposed to the normal, despising every person I come into contact with. It's good to have fun at work... But, alas, I'll be leaving soon. Hopefully I can get hired on at Quiznos. I may try some of the game places, there's one by Target, and also one by Safeway. Hopefully... I only have to keep at these menial jobs until I am 16. Then, maybe I can get hired where I'm required to use a few more brain cells...
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[27 Oct 2003|04:58pm] |
People really seem to not have the common grasp of intelligence. It's my sophomore year, and I would expect people to have at least a small bit of common sense, or dignity. It's true what they say, though... When you assume, it makes an ass of you and me. I guess I may just have too high of expectations.
I am currently enrolled in a typing class, MS Software Skills, which is about as sad as they come. Truly, I think a monkey could do this work. People were very proud of themselves when they typed 20 GWAM. I was upset that I typed 60 GWAM... I must say people are much more dumb than I really had expected.
Terrible thing to waste a mind is... Amazing that stupidity is tolerated in a society where we pried ourselves on the intellectual ability of our scholars.
Well, this is a poem I wrote last year... Around this same time. It was October 23, 2002. It's called Broken.
Battered and broken
Cheap child token
Trusting and faithful
Only a handful
Keeping it down
Letting it drown
Falling away
Leading astray
Trying too hard
Faith is a shard
Taking the heart
Ripping apart
Bloody and scarred
Sinning so slowly
Scared of life; lowly
Falling down
Diaries found
Life all gone
In light of a new dawn
Breathe out now
Copyright 2002, Meghan. All rights reserved.
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[26 Oct 2003|06:46pm] |
To begin, my name is Meghan, otherwise known as Wednesday. Welcome to my journal... If you've stumbled upon this by mistake, my apologies. This journal is moody, and poetic... Ha. To start off, here is a poem I wrote when I was 12. It's called Love's Ending.
I hold you tightly,
Clamp your hand
A breath of air we take
The last that love shall know
Limp and dull
Forsaken and cold
This sense is never ending
I hear my breath
But where is yours?
A breath of air I take
The last that love shall know
The moment breath did puncture
Would last but only seconds
For I fear my soul knows way too much
And now my soul must go
A breath of air no longer,
Love will always know
Copyright 2000, Meghan. All rights reserved.
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