Rant [don't bother reading it]
Journal Entry: Thu Apr 17, 2008, 10:41 AM
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Confused - Reading: Pride and Prejudice (reread)
- Eating: cookie yay
I haven't updated my journal since Easter, so I thought I'd say something random to confirm that I'm still alive. If you don't want to read about my annoying IRL self, skip the rant. I just feel the need to write it somewhere.
[rant]Say somebody always thinks the worst of everyone else, but not in a conventional sense. What if they were afraid of what other people could do to them and always assumed that everyone - including their close friends - would in some way betray them? The IRL friend I'm talking about is so unsure of herself that I'm starting to get really annoyed with her). So this is a rant, because I know she won't see this. Is she a cynic, paranoid, or actually normal and I just haven't noticed?
I'm also really annoyed with another person because I can't twitch without her correcting me or bossing me around. She's one of my best friends, but she doesn't give anything I do any credit. Some of her criticisms are valid, but most of them are just a matter of opinion and mine happens to be different.
Oh, and to my only IRL friend on dA: I swear neither of these people is you and I don't think you know either of them. One goes to another school and one lives far away.
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On other topics:
School's been insane lately, but I do plan on posting more deviations, I promise. I have some pics, but I don't have much time on the comp except at school, where I don't have the files. -.-'
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And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
- Edgar Allen Poe, "The Raven" (excerpt)
Nothing like a bit of Poe, huh?[/nerdmoment]
Devious Comments
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"Fled is that music:--Do I wake or sleep?"
John Keats, "Ode to a Nightingale"
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Black Knight: "Tis but a scratch, now come on you pansy!"
"Tis but a flesh wound"
Arthur:"What are you going to do? Bleed on me?"
Black Knight: "I am invincible!"
"Come back you yellow bastards, I'll bight your legs off"
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"Fled is that music:--Do I wake or sleep?"
John Keats, "Ode to a Nightingale"
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embrace the silence...
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"Fled is that music:--Do I wake or sleep?"
John Keats, "Ode to a Nightingale"
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"Fled is that music:--Do I wake or sleep?"
John Keats, "Ode to a Nightingale"
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embrace the silence...
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"Fled is that music:--Do I wake or sleep?"
John Keats, "Ode to a Nightingale"
I just felt like visiting
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"Fled is that music:--Do I wake or sleep?"
John Keats, "Ode to a Nightingale"
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See my gallery [link]
This is DesigningDivas [link]
Russian club [link]
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"Fled is that music:--Do I wake or sleep?"
John Keats, "Ode to a Nightingale"
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"How are we supposed to be taken seriously if we don't have a laser pointer?"
-Dr. House
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"Fled is that music:--Do I wake or sleep?"
John Keats, "Ode to a Nightingale"
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"Fled is that music:--Do I wake or sleep?"
John Keats, "Ode to a Nightingale"
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I try to keep the darkness away, but sometimes I lack the strength and it enslaves me.
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I try to keep the darkness away, but sometimes I lack the strength and it enslaves me.
Who's your favourite composer and what's your favorite period of music?
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"How are we supposed to be taken seriously if we don't have a laser pointer?"
-Dr. House
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"Fled is that music:--Do I wake or sleep?"
John Keats, "Ode to a Nightingale"
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"Fled is that music:--Do I wake or sleep?"
John Keats, "Ode to a Nightingale"
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"The fire whirled arond him, danced with him but never hurt him: Dustfinger the tamer of flames, the man who breathed sparks, the friend of fire."
Inkheart~Chapter 6
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Black Knight: "Tis but a scratch, now come on you pansy!"
"Tis but a flesh wound"
Arthur:"What are you going to do? Bleed on me?"
Black Knight: "I am invincible!"
"Come back you yellow bastards, I'll bight your legs off"
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"Fled is that music:--Do I wake or sleep?"
John Keats, "Ode to a Nightingale"
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