the realm of possibilities (david levithan)
the answer is to just let go
the betrayal is to the past
the cocoon dangles empty
the desire outlasts the object
the effort lingers
the frustration is in how pointless the effort was
the ghost does not make itself transparent
the heart knows nothing except its own mind
the ideas are not enough
the jealousy is always there
the killing blow is sometimes the softest
the life you lead can be detoured
the moment you know cannot be taken back
the new you will try to bury the old me
the opportunity has passed
the past is inopportune
the questions all grow from why
the reality will always be contended
the sadness will ebb
the trouble is the time it might take
the ugly words cannot be erased, only discredited
the versions are never the same
the wonder is that we make it through
the x is the unknown variable
the yesterday cannot be repeated
the zenith is the point when you look down and realize you're no longer below
the betrayal is to the past
the cocoon dangles empty
the desire outlasts the object
the effort lingers
the frustration is in how pointless the effort was
the ghost does not make itself transparent
the heart knows nothing except its own mind
the ideas are not enough
the jealousy is always there
the killing blow is sometimes the softest
the life you lead can be detoured
the moment you know cannot be taken back
the new you will try to bury the old me
the opportunity has passed
the past is inopportune
the questions all grow from why
the reality will always be contended
the sadness will ebb
the trouble is the time it might take
the ugly words cannot be erased, only discredited
the versions are never the same
the wonder is that we make it through
the x is the unknown variable
the yesterday cannot be repeated
the zenith is the point when you look down and realize you're no longer below
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does anyone actually use twitter? i got an account agges ago but i can't think of anyone on it but music blogs that i follow
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does anyone have last.fm?
you should add me i like it
although my scrobbling is screwy because i leave itunes on random for hours when im gone
anyways
add me
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montreal is pretty insane
i should make a crazy long post with everything that happened
anyways i want to move here in a year or two
i like this city!
plus toronto will get old eventually
i should make a crazy long post with everything that happened
anyways i want to move here in a year or two
i like this city!
plus toronto will get old eventually
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"I love this neighbourhood," she said.
"Yes," he answered. "Do you live here too?"
"Oh yes," she said. "I fit in perfectly. Everyone here has a secret and people they can't run into plus others they're always looking for. The potatoes are soft here. The wine is bad. It's strange here. Many people have died and left a lot of stuff for the living to avoid. There is baggage."
"Yes," he answered. "Do you live here too?"
"Oh yes," she said. "I fit in perfectly. Everyone here has a secret and people they can't run into plus others they're always looking for. The potatoes are soft here. The wine is bad. It's strange here. Many people have died and left a lot of stuff for the living to avoid. There is baggage."
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my life is as hectic and busy as usual, although many people don't seem to notice this fact. other than me of course. i worked 34 hours last week, 6 short of a full time job. the sad part is that i only worked 6 days, i sometimes work seven days a week. isn't it gross? add school onto that and i am doing stupid thing almost 60 hours per week. disgusting!
i like my new semester. I do a lot of nothing. And when I say a lot, I really do mean a lot. I spent an hour in Ancient History colouring a map. So awesome.
Library tonight, half the staff is either sick or at a silly dance. So, basically, It is Mike, Margaret and I. Mike is doing a program for most of the night, and I am leaving at eight. This means that Margaret and I get loads and loads of desk. When we do lots of desk, we do lots of nothing. Think about it, I am getting paid to update my lj. How awesome is that?
The door to the storyhour room is open and I can hear Mike quacking like a maniac. A weird maniac. The theme tonight is ducks. I have already memorized some of the songs. My job is really really weird, has anyone else noticed this?
I want to see A Clockwork Orange really bad. I am going tomorrow night, because of work tonight. Oh well, Char is going to and I think Michelle might have bought tickets for Friday too but i am not sure.
i like my new semester. I do a lot of nothing. And when I say a lot, I really do mean a lot. I spent an hour in Ancient History colouring a map. So awesome.
Library tonight, half the staff is either sick or at a silly dance. So, basically, It is Mike, Margaret and I. Mike is doing a program for most of the night, and I am leaving at eight. This means that Margaret and I get loads and loads of desk. When we do lots of desk, we do lots of nothing. Think about it, I am getting paid to update my lj. How awesome is that?
The door to the storyhour room is open and I can hear Mike quacking like a maniac. A weird maniac. The theme tonight is ducks. I have already memorized some of the songs. My job is really really weird, has anyone else noticed this?
I want to see A Clockwork Orange really bad. I am going tomorrow night, because of work tonight. Oh well, Char is going to and I think Michelle might have bought tickets for Friday too but i am not sure.
Now I wonder how i was made, my arms, my legs, my heart, my face; my name is driftwood.
guess who got invited to joing a poetry site? or free writing site, whatever. same thing to me.
Anyway, my kitty Kane broke my mom's popsicle lamp. She was pretty upset. It's made entirely out of popsicle sticks, the size of a real lamp with beads. it works too. Her deceased brother in law helped her wire it up, so it had a lot of sentimental value. It kinda sucks, but it's not his fault. My dad was terrifying him with the vacuum. The k in his name hasn't really helped to maked him more manly.
I can't find his pink wool ball. I think he misses it.
Anyway, my kitty Kane broke my mom's popsicle lamp. She was pretty upset. It's made entirely out of popsicle sticks, the size of a real lamp with beads. it works too. Her deceased brother in law helped her wire it up, so it had a lot of sentimental value. It kinda sucks, but it's not his fault. My dad was terrifying him with the vacuum. The k in his name hasn't really helped to maked him more manly.
I can't find his pink wool ball. I think he misses it.
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I'm honestly sorry for this. It's stupid and we both know it. I'm sorry if you can't deal with me being honest. That was how I felt, and I'm sorry if it made you mad. But maybe think about what I said. It's kinda crappy of you to pull out like that. You've done a lot of things that have hurt me recently. Maybe this comes as a surprise, since I rarely mention them. I wouldn't say something if you hadn't really hurt me. Did you think I'd give you a list? You should know me enough to know that I keep everything a secret.
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My mom got into an accident and the car is totaled.
This sucks, as I liked the Intrepid.
It also sucks because insurance will go up, even if it wasn't her fault.
It rocks because we'll get a new car.
I love new cars!
Woot.
Winter sucks.
Too many accidents.
This sucks, as I liked the Intrepid.
It also sucks because insurance will go up, even if it wasn't her fault.
It rocks because we'll get a new car.
I love new cars!
Woot.
Winter sucks.
Too many accidents.