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I'm going to be doing make-up for Salome~!!!!!

I have one clue for you - coolness factor: Dance of the Seven Veils

Finally - I had to learn it SOMETIME~!

First off if I ever say anything to any of my friends that is malicious and hateful in and way. Pay me no mind! It was probably a bad day.

I probably had a really bad dream.

Like last night.

We took two cars to the grocery store. All my friends and I fit in two, not necessarily big, cars. Meagan was in my car – she was working at a Jo-Anns near the store. The rest of the Peanut Gang, was split within my vehicle and Jeremy’s. Parking – Meagan left for work the rest of the troop happily entered a Jewel. A very nice Jewel. A Goodings type Jewel. (For those who don’t know what Jewel or Gooding is refer to the first line of this paragraph.) We were all fucking around mind you. There were people I do know and some people I’ve yet to meet. E & C were in Jeremy’s car – I had mostly all the girls he had mostly all the boys…. We were all just fucking around. Some of us wanted apple juice. So we head towards this all natural juice of the most famous biblical fruit. I grabbed a little glass bottle for myself. Opened it sipping with one hand - cap in the other - *blur* - C runs past me and steals the cap. NOW I CAN’T CLOSE THE BOTTLE… it was more like a vile mind you…. Ha~! Ha~! Ha~! Everyone sees. Everyone laughs. Mark: Pick who’s side your going to be on. Ready: C laughs as I act like I’m *so* mad. GO! He jets – his team follows. Of course I have to give them a running… GO GET THEM~! These children over the age of 20 are off and running around this place. To cut to the chase I found C in the back room (still holding the cap) fort’d by Jeremy, Anthony, Adam, and some people I didn’t know…. It was the funniest site I’ve ever seen in my dreams ever. C in the middle, protected by these huge guys. *He’s so little* I climb this mountain of men and pour the rest of my apple juice all over C’s head. Climbing off they all come towards me.
“We have to get her.”
“Yah- let’s get her.”
“Come on.” – “Come on.”
I continue to confidently meander out – turning around I give heed. “He got what was coming to him – you don’t want to mess with me. I believe in revenge and I will get it.”

I walk out.

Everyone is having a good laugh. Up from behind me comes a very square fellow, someone I went to elementary school with actually. Stepping to my front he takes the two eggs in his hand and smears them all over my hat and my head. Within a second I flip the hat and smear it all over his head. Now this very much larger person is really mad at me… He kicks me. I kick back. I comment, “So you can do it me but I can’t do it to you?” EVERYONE IS STARING. No one stops gawking for two seconds to calm the neanderthal. He kicks again. I kick back again. I repeat myself. His face is flushed, very. He proceeds to beat me. I fight back. I’m bleeding – I remember blood. Somehow I knock him out. He’s cold on the floor. I step to C and whisper. “What nice friends you have,” I head towards the door. I can feel it. EVERYONE is mad at ME~! This guy was at least TWICE MY SIZE. The entire group was following me out the door. I decided to take a different route – they got to the exit before I. I watched the procession leave. They saw me staring. As I left I started to the Jo-Anns fabrics *hoping* one person might agree and be on my side… All I wanted to do was run back to C and apologize profusely. I don’t. THE ONLY THING I WANT TO DO IS RUN AND APOLOGIZE TO EVERYONE.

I don’t.

I continue walking...

WARNINGWILLROBINSON!DANGERDANGER! Self indulgent rant approaching!!!

I’m not your typical girl. Don’t you ever fucking mistake me for one. (I almost just wrote you in place of one…*hummm*) Yah ~ I’m not the jealous type – I don’t see the point. Granted I do care if there are girls slobbering over my man but it’s his job to control himself. I shouldn’t have to put him in his place. In a relationship – you don’t worry about things like that. I believe your lover loves you. Only you. I don’t hate. At least I try my best not to. I don’t see the point in hate and anger and jealousy. WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO BE MISERABLE? I’ve been there and done that – disliked it and there really was no fucking point. Thank goodness I got it over with when I was 13. I do believe rage might get things done. But you can’t think enraged. My mother. My father. My sisters. My brothers. (and sometimes I think some of my friends.) think. you. can’t. be. friends. with. former. love. affairs. My parents especially think I’m going to run back to a former sweetheart of mine. I may be naive. I may be the queen of the naïve people but goddamnit I’m not going back to him. I’m not a film noir heroine who doesn’t know what the fuck she’s doing. I’m not a horror movie bitch who goes running upstairs instead of out the fucking door. I’m me. It upsets me that my parents upset me. I don’t need this. Who the fuck cares if I want to be friends with everyone? I try to love every one that was put on this Earth – even people who are currently hooked to my former affections. If anything I’d love to be friends with those girls – we could really! joke about the quirkiness of men. I don’t care if no other female in the world has the ability to do this. I DO! I’m not hateful. No matter what religion you may be. These lovely religious figures that try to guide (and guild) us – Some people do need the guidance. They had the right idea. Love everybody. Don’t kill anyone. Try to forgive. Help people whenever possible. I honestly live my live like that. You know the reason I went out with R. Because he didn’t know how to do that. He didn’t know how. I gave him the tools. (I even took him to church cause I think he is one of those people that need something to believe in.) Now it’s over. Of course I was sad. DUH~! But I got over it. I was in love with him. Very true. It’s harder than hell to just fall out of love. But I’m thinking he just wasn’t meant for me. Don’t you remember the episode where he screams out the window – Get a job! – to some people on the road. Cause that’s what they were. People. I was so horrified. More like… HORRIFIED~!!! Now he feeds the homeless. (Without screaming at them.) He now saves turtles on the edge of the road – he buys his sister presents all year round and even buys things for his co-workers on holidays – because of me. He tries to understand people now. THANK GOODNESS. Yah – I’m still his friend because he’s a better person now. I try to surround myself with genius, creativity and beauty. My parents think I can’t be friends with him. They probably think I’ll sleep with him first chance I get. That whole soap opera life thing. I HATE SOAP OPERAS. Never watch them. I’m not a bimbo. Sorry to disappoint them. R is so lost, and after him not being able to handle my being sick – What’s the point? I need someone who can deal with this. (*points to her heart*) I do love everyone but I’m not the slutty love type. I don’t sit on everyone’s lap. *eww* It was hard for me to show that I loved anyone cause of the way I was raised. We don’t hug in my house. R- did teach me how. Thank you for that. But I’ve learned something from everyone I ever dated. Now I’m waiting for the culmination of my dating endeavors. AMEN~! I deserve to be happy – just like everyone else. He deserves it. She deserves it. You, in the corner, you deserve it just as much as these two over here… So, why can’t I be friends with whomever? I realize you can’t be friends with everyone. But you have to try. I’m here to try to make the world a better place. For me that’s the easiest thing to do – so I do it. Being friendly is so easy. Just smile. I know my parents are wrong about me. I’m not like them. Okay so maybe I’m also not normal. I’m just above all the bullshit. Cause that’s what it is~! Life goes on. Thankfully – ha! Can’t we all just get along? My parents hate R. That’s not right. Don’t waste your time on hate ~! Why? These are people that go to church every Sunday. That totally fucks with my head. They want me to be a ‘good catholic.’ But it seems to me that they don’t practice what they preach. WELL I DO~! I adore my parents but I’ve been living here with them way to long. They don’t let me love everybody. HOW INSANE IS THAT? There is only one person that I’ll run to crying. It’ll be because I’m so fucking happy. And it’s not R.

*steps off the soapbox*….
…*hee hee* I’m cheesy….*lol*……
………*walking away she smiles and mumbles something under her breath… something about just being happy… something about spreading love though out the world…then she starts whistling*…………

Addiction is a funny thing. Some people think there are good kinds of addiction and bad kinds of addiction. I'm an addict. I'm addicted to perfect ideas, dreams (every variety,) art *oh oh* yah art...

(Love and happy days fall into the perfect ideas title for all those who don't read between~!)

My mother and sisters are addicted to the television. They can't live without it. They tease me about being addicted to the internet. They past couple days I have been *hanging out online* with good reason~! But I'm not addicted.

ha ha - yah thats the first step - or denile ain't just a river in egypt...
the only way to prove it is to stop going online - but I have a great superb reason for being online... oi.....

Last night was heaven~! I slept *soundly.* I didn’t dream which is highly odd for me that’s okay. Lately it’s been a struggle for me to get to sleep – then I wake up 20x a night – and my sisters get up so early in the morning I just get up at 6 with them. Not last buddy ~ oh no…

As I was strolling through the kitchen his morning – goodness knows I’m always thinking about some odd thing or another – so we all know I’m a bit into the fable / fairytale genre. Dreadful as it is – this girl is also a Disney addict. (I know… I know…) So I was comparing actual Little Mermaid to Disney Little Mermaid. Maybe you’ve compared them before but in my experience not many people know the actual story. The petite mergirl dies at the end. *makes gagging noises as she falls to the floor* Morte. The prince falls in love with some other girl – the sisters of the mermaid, go back to the sea witch and she gives them a knife. They give the knife to our little fish on land – The little mermaid has to spill the princes blood in the ocean to get her fins back. Now in the version I’ve read she doesn’t do it. She *almost* does. She throws the knife in the ocean, she jumps in – she drowns. (How ironic.) And her soul is reborn out of the foam of the water and she goes to heaven. What does this teach me? (Cause these stories usually are suppose to teach us aren’t they?) Give it up? Get on with your life? I’m not killing myself over a damn guy that’s for damn sure. Join a convent…? (She died – went to heaven with God presumably… got it?) As tempting as that sounds, I don’t think that’s for me.

In Cinderella – when the prince comes to test the crystal slipper. Evil stepsisters, one cuts off her toes to fit in the damn thing, the other lobs off her heel. The Prince notices the blood trailing the floor both times. Oh my, ever real the Little Match Girl??? I cry just thinking about that story. That story is reason seven of why I want to adopt.

By the way the ruby slipper was actually diamond. NOT RUBY~!

Wolves are chopped open by woodcutters. Poor thing! It’s not his fault Grams and Red Hood were stupid. Granted as soon as I swallowed ‘em I would have high tailed it out of there. So maybe he did deserve what he got. (I have a soft spot for wolves because I think I’ve defeated mine. I sure as hell hope I have)

Ever read the Anne Rice versions of Sleeping Beauty. *Kinky* Fabulously written as well.

The Neverending Story: movie version ends about halfway through the book. The book is GLORIOUS~! I’ve never read Labyrinth – I’m in mourning about that but they don’t sell it!!!
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Finding Neverland / Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

I’m peeing my pants…

Elise posted it -

Love,
It exists.

My goodness did I ever need the reminder.
So loves the internet love connections - I think C does too...?
I do. I believe in it but I don't like it. It's hard to tell peoples' emotions online - and an emotioacon only goes so far.

How do you know the person isn't actually crying at something they just commented on because it reminds them of home - someplace that haunts them. Or maybe they are smiling for ear to ear. Laughing... *lol* - can't always do it for you.... It's this the topic of a bad TV commercial?

I don't feel good - my tummy aches and I don't know why - I havn't been hungry for two days. Maybe it hurts cause I've only had coffee. I tryied ot have some soup but didn't have much. Last time this happend' it was a heart attack - but this feels compleatly different than that... If I'm not hungry by tomarrow I'm going to make myslef eat something - I think it may be a reaction to not taking that much prenisone anymore... that makes me SOOO FUCKING HAPPY~!

Jareth tricked me into eating that peach~! Jareth is a J-name btw.....

You're an Autum. You're much more laid back then
most and you're very comfortable in new
situations. You rather let things go with the
flow than try to change them. You have a lot of
close friends who love you because you can help
them with their problems. You're a very patient
person and it take a lot to get you rattled.
You're deffinately a lover not a hater. (If you
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You're a werewolf. Werewolves where mutated people
who would transform into wolf-like beings and
would lose control of themselves. Often times
when a little child would go out into fields in
Europe, they would encounter a werewolf and be
eaten. They had charatceristics of their human
selves but where usually hairy with canine like
teeth and strangely shaped heads when they
transformed. They often had bad tempers and
would lose control of their actions very
easily. They were excelent hunters though. (If
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Who are you... really?

Your Superhero Identity For Today Is:


Name: Blaze Muffin
Secret Identity: *Natasha*
Special Power: Psychotronic Gaze
Transportation: Turbo Tricycle
Weapon: X-Ray Bolt
Costume: Bulletproof Helmet
Sidekick: Sundance
Nemesis: Tim the Younger
Tragic Flaw: Narcolepsy
Favorite Food: Cheese


Do anyone you know my Super Hero Theory?
I'm sick of looking for a prince. (Read between the lines.)

I continue research - post thepry when finished - if I ever do...

DAMN~! This Oberst, is it possible he’s better then Smith? Is he better than my Robert~!!! Cause I’m just listening to the this first song in this CD *C* sent me and I’m melting. Brilliance. *oh second song…* hummmm…. I’ve heard a DCD song that kinda has the same beat. This kid is going to make me listen to music as much as I listen to lyrics. AND ~ somehow he gets away with it… This Bright Eyes is not your typical bull shit. More of our generation needs to shine. More of us need to get off our butts and go out there and do what we were meant to do.

And yet I continue to sit here… *rat-a-tat-tat*……
*That’s the sound of one hand typing btw cause the other is drinking coffee*

It’s way too early on a Sunday morning for me to be upset. (Oh yah – now I’m singing that song…) We’re a generation of artists. And no one can say what’s good and no one can say that’s bad. Everyone in my generation is inspired… true, some more than others. Some will be genuine. Some were meant to be heavy and spill their deceit. It’s our job to start caring. That’s part of the problem. Take it for granted, and be numb – who gives a shit right?
HAVE YOU NOTICE THE MUSICIANS? The poets, the writers… we are so ready for an another love revolution. The syllables amount to rise up above it and be heard – Fuck apathy. Let those fuckers support us. We’re so unique they’ll find US to worship. We are better than without compare. Be lifted. Be who you are. We are here to be exalted, it’s almost time for us to take over.

My job is to help us. I know I’m not the most talented – but I’m inspired. I know what I have to do. What’s calling. I have to do it. There is a fantastic reason I’m good at everything but never too good… I have to understand – connect – involve – be about… it……. Ain’t love grand? I love Sundays. I love bubbles. I adore fog. So, how do I go about doing what I’m meant to do… you leave that to me. Just give me a few more days to meditate. Keep up with creation. There are a few more people I have to meet. Maybe one more trip…

I was recreated for a purpose. *It’s nice to feel needed.*