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How often will you be captured, O city of the sun ?
A coffin is put into the vault of iron,
For forty years the rainbow will not be seen.
The rock holds in its depths white clay
It's a Figgure of Speach:
Yay!!! Now I get to rant about figgures of speaches!!! With commentary!!!
I have EYES in the BACK of my HEAD. Pfft, yeah right. Can you immagine how WEIRD that would look!!??
HOLD your HORSES. Uh, yeah... excuse me, but most people don't have horses anymore.
We have water to burn. Um... you can't burn water.
My Random Thoughts (as though I ever have any that AREN'T!!):
Once upon a time there were three sister pigs with the last name of Little.
Phelan began stalking his father. O.o
Ever nottice how all of the saynings on the Taco-Bell hot sauce can be taken very pervertedly? (ex.- It only gets hotter from here.)
Reasons to go to London: 1) It's a pretty place. 2) some of doc. who was filmed there. 3)THEY HAVE PIE!!!!
DELL TACO!!!!!!! Dude, I love that place.
THE AUTISTIC KIDS ARE ALL DINOSAURS!!!!!!
Random tid-bits of my Life:
"OH, THE IDIOCY!! 'TIS PALEABLE!!" me, whenever somebody's being an idiot
"You make poop." me (and Russell), whenever somebody gets p* at us.
"Do I look like the shareing type?!" my mom, on shareing.
"Yeah, now they just go to porn.com" Taylor, on the subject of "peeping toms."
"Dude, my sock-monkey gloves smack my butt whenever I walk" me, from the day that I put my sock-monkey gloves in my back pocket.
"Skinny jeans were not ment to actually be worn." Adelle, because I couldn't finish my sentence.
"The most useful part of takeing French--now I can call people crazy, and they won't have a clue as to what I'm saying." me, on why takeing French I was useful.
"It's like 'platypus.' No one knows how to make it plural." me, on how to make "tardis" plural.
"PMS. Pee My Self." me, on "PMS-ing."
"Why are we planning out dream vacations?" Lauren, on what we do in career class.
"When there's nothing left to say in a conversation, just go 'moo.'" Lucy, on aquward conversations.
"I just pulled a spoon out of my sleve, and you're not even mildly impressed??!!" me, and do I even need to explain that one????
My other ride is your mom.
I love my rotten, ungreatful children. (my mom put that one on my bedroom door the other day.)
National Scarsam Society. Yeah, like we need your help.
That moment when you meet somebody named "Harry Pits."
That moment when you start freeking out because the book ended in the middle of a sentence.
That moment when your neighbors send you mail.
That moment when you forget how to stand.
That moment when you spell your name wrong.
That moment when somebody randomly screams out that they squished their butt. (it turns out that she said that she squished her foot, but I heard butt.)
April 25, 2013:
Wow, I haven't been on in FOREVER. But, HEY!!--I DO kinda have a life outside of the internet, LIMMMM.
Feb. 27, 2013:
I have the song Tom's Diner stuck in my head. Gotta' love 80's music, limm
Feb. 25, 2013:
God, I hate high school. All of these idiot girls swooning whenever the guy that they like even looks at them. I mean, so what if he looks at you??!! Big freeking deal.
Yeah... Sorry about that. Just had to get it out there, ya know? Anyways, my friend Lauren and I have started our "list of things to do before I die." Mine is pretty epic.
1.Hug David Tennant. Hey, it's not my fault he looks so freekin' HUGGABLE. T.T
X2.Yell at a teacher without getting in trouble. Thank YOU, Edgerton!!
3.Recieve blank fan mail. Yeah... Even I'LL admit that that one is kinda' weird...
X4.See a unicorn. Hey, I never said that I had to be awake!!
X5.Write a book. Well, it's not so much of a book as a short story, but I actually FINISHED it, which I NEVER do. I'm typeing it up so that I can post it.
6.Cook something that DOESN'T taste like butt. Okay, so apperently, I did NOT inherit my mom's AWESOME cooking skils.
7.Live in a house made of chocolate. Seriously, who DOESN'T want to live in a house made of freeking CHOCOLATE??!!
8.Pull the most EPIC prank EVER. I already know what the prank is, and--technally--I've already done it before, but that was YEARS AGO. All I need to do is find a person afraid of plastic plants.
9.Kill a plant. You see, while many people have a "green thumb," very few have it like I do. I mean, I wouldn't be suprised if I tried to use WEED KILLER and the front yard turned into a freeking RAIN FOREST.
X10.Become a vampire. PLEASE, don't make me explain THAT one... EXTREEMLY long story.
11.Live in a mid-evil castle that has secret passage-ways. Is it really my fault??
12.Buy a 4'x8' painting of a turtle eating a pickle. Inside joke... Any further explanation reguired?
13.Wear a tweed APRON. Please, just don't ask.
X14.Scream "IT'S PICKLE TIME!!!" In PUBLIC. Thank you, gym class!!
15.Go to London, Venice, and Paris. Okay, who doesn't want to go there??!!
X16.Rip paper messily. You should have SEEN me, that one day, trying SO HARD to rip paper un-neatly. It took me forEVER.
X17.Eat a whole large pizza. By myself. Believe me, for someone like me, that's a HUGE acomplishment.
18.Make a thousand paper cranes. Well, I've already made fifty. Just nine-hundred-fifty to go!!
19.Build a snow fort. While, yeah, it snows ALL the time here in Virginia, it never snows enough at one time.
X20.Don't sleep for thirty-three hours. Why thirty-three hours? No clue. But I've done it!!
21.Get Lauren to curse. I've gotten Amy to curse, before. But not Lauren.
22.Be a walking disco ball. I'm actually pretty close. I have half of the out-fit ready.
Jan. 29, 2013:
I FINNISHED SEASON ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!! Wow... considering how little tv time I get, that's saying something. Just imagine--if I can watch an entire season of Doctor Who in a single week, what else could I do??!!
Oh, and I know what I'm going to do for Halloween this year. Rushi and I (and hopefully most of our other friends that are also fans) are going to get gas masks and dralw a red "y" that looks slightly like an "x" on our right hand, and dress like we're from WW II (see where this is going?) and say "Are you my mummy?" and all of those other things that they say, and it's going to be EPIC. :)
Jan. 22, 2013:
I'm bored out of my mind. Career class is boring. Next, I go to "speech application/theater (?)." I get to make fun of Edgerton, because he's bald, and on thursdays, he "rocks the mullet." I know that makes absolutly NO sence, but if you go to FCHS and have Edgerton, you know what I'm talking about. Oh, joy. Now, THE SONG is stuck in my head. Pitty me, fellow FCHS students!!! PITTY ME!!!
Oh, and I started to watch Doctor Who today.
Jan. 18, 2013:
Wow. I am getting increecingly (wow, big word, limm.) lazy. I abrev'd the month, rather than typeing the last four letters. Aaaannnnnnnnnyyyyyywwwaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyssssssssss, no school today. We got, like, two inches of snow. I hated every min. of it.
January 16, 2013:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CALEB!!!! I WUV OOH!!!! Wow... Calebs turning two... He still freeks me out, sometimes, when John and Tiff bring him over, and I don't hear them come in, and BOOM!!!! Caleb is just THERE. Yeah... obviously, I don't really pay that much attention.
I wonder if there's a limmit to how long your profile can be. If so,then I bet my fanfic is pretty close.
January 14, 2013:
Who's happy that I FINNALY stoped writeing out the numbers? I know I am--it was takeing WAY. TO. FREEKING. LONG.
Also, it's raining, today. You sould have seen me at the bus-stop this morning. I was freeking out.
January seventh, two-thousand-thirteen:
Bleh. My ribs feel like some-body has been hitting them with a wooden sword. No clue why, though... And, yes, I do know what it feels like to be whaped with a wooden sword in the ribs. Lemme just say to those that don't know... the next day, you want to DIE, you're so sore... NOT fun.
Oh, and school started up again, today. New classes. Saddly, most of mine suck bouncy balls. My history teacher's name is Mr. Mayo-Pits. Is it wrong for me to want to give him a jar of mayo??
January fourth, t...well, you know the drill by now:
My friend just wrapped my foot with left-over wrapping paper from Christmas. I won't see my parents for five days, and am going to be staying with prev...ious...ly noted friend the whole time. Iv'e been notticing all the verbs in their infin...it...ive forms that perople use, including myself. Oh! and I got "The Story of King Arthur and His Knights," and it has funny pictures, and big letters, with Old English words (Well, sort of. It was written in 1902. It has funky words in, ones that I've never herd/seen before. Believe me, that's saying a LOT. I mean, I freeking read the dictionary in my spare time, as sad as that is. let's just say, I have a LOT of spare time.). I love it. .
January third, two-thousand-tw--er, thirteen:
Today, at about noon-ish (the affix "-ish" is my absolute favorite word piece. It's so useful.), my mom told me to "Go get dressed." (I was still in my paj...j...jamma[?]s. I know, llllllaaazzzyyyy, but it's not like I have school this week.) I then looked down at my pj's, and said, "I AM dressed." Here, I j...euster...no, that's not how it's spelled...oh well... ed to my clothes "See? clothes." As I walked down the hall-way, I called back over my shoulder, "You can't argue with that logic!" before entering into my room.
January first, two-thousand-thirteen:
Today is the day of one of my worst fears... I'm not going to say WHAT that fear is, of course. That would defeat the purpose (wow, that took WAY longer to spell than it should have...) of the secret fear. Dur-tur-dur. Also, my new-years-resol... olu (?)...tion...(?) annnnyyyyways, it's to stop cursing.
December seventeenth, two-thousand-twelve:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SPEENCER!!!!! Also, wow... I haven't been on much, lately... Bleh...
November ninth, two-thousand-twelve:
Im wearing a pine cone. A minniturepinecone dipped in gold on a scarlett ribbon. be jellous, world!!!!!! mwahahahaha!!!
November fifth, two-thousand-twelve:
LAST NIGHT, A FREEKING SHELF FELL ON ME!! Also, there was a granite turtle the size of my fist that hit me in the head... luckil, i don't think that my brain dammage can get any worse, limmmmmm .
November second, two-thousand-twelve:
HAPPY FOURTH BIRTHDAY AMELIA!!!! I LUV U!!!!!
November first, two-thousand-twelve:
I LOST MY DUCK!!!! Well, it technally wasn't a duck YET, being as I hadn't finished makeing it. Oh, and by-the-by, the duck was made (or, being made, rather) out of a twenty dollar bill. I think that I dropped it on the school bus... Dammin... Oh, well.
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