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temp. stronghold for dreams until i properly write them up
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time, back in, ruler, Jennifer, Stephanie, phone calls to the future, sneaking in a marble building, distracting the evil person, ideas on chalkboard, stealing of a person, movement of things to original places, forward in time, 5 years passed, given scepter. blackness
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Tommy. Camp. Houses. Tents. Colors. Games. Scenery. Trip. Fall and Autumn. Trees. Nice buidlings.
Features must be the most disorganized branch of newspaper. The editors often have no idea what they are assigning me, and always give it to me late. Example: they gave me my assignment today. Guess what? Deadline is next Tuesday. Basically, I have ONE day to work on my article.
Pshhhh. No wonder I never write my best for Features. It’s just not worth the effort. And if I wanted to, it is impossible.
I also think they are biased against me. How come Shana has her assignment ans I don’t?
I truly do not understand the mindset of these people.
Opinions! News! SAAAVEEEE MEEEE….!
Hey, I just noticed that the WP blog goes further than my recent posts on the sidebar!
curious, how very curious!
=D
I finally got started on my Hamlet essay. Yay me.
Technology adds nothing to art. Two thousand years ago, I could tell you a story, and at any point during the story I could stop, and ask, Now do you want the hero to be kidnapped, or not? But that would, of course, have ruined the story. Part of the experience of being entertained is sitting back and plugging into someone else’s vision.
- Penn Jillette
A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
- Paul Valery
So I was thinking today about school. Well, that’s nothing new, right? I go to school, I’m a student- it’s only right that I think about it!
But seriously, the lack of effort I’m putting into my schoolwork is astonishing. This is the first year that I purposely don’t do homework, and end up doing it in third period instead. Shocking, I say shocking. How I managed to get A’s in all my classes except for Calculus (C) is simply amazing.
Enough of that, I suppose. I need to go eat lunch.
yeah, something like that.
more meaningless entries for me <3
=D
What does kissing feel like, I wonder?
It’s something about being a senior. The feeling that four years are almost over, that a new phase of life is just around the corner. You know those four years that felt so long in the future during freshman year? That time of confusion, newfound friendships, curious faces and untold secrets? Times of darkness, times of light, times of the joy in finding something new and wonderful? Night lights, orange glows, that tentative feather of a touch? Voices in the dark, stories that unfolded, talent unleashed? Hidden gifts, soft smiles, exploring? Memories repetitively created, broken, forgotten, and built all over again?
Well, it’s all behind us now.
Only four more months.
Then we’ll be going our separate ways, to someplace, somewhere new.
To meet new people, travel to fantastic places, to obtain knowledge.
Possibly, perhaps, the forget all that has occurred.
It hurts, truly it does.
Despite the fact that time has passed, despite the fact that I see no recognition in those eyes. Acknowledgment? Only a flicker before it is forcibly snuffed out like a single thin candle in the darkness.
I once saw a fragile being take form in front of my eyes. Softly, carefully, and lovingly built by two pairs of hands.
Then the hold on it slipped.
It fell, dazzlingly towards the floor.
Seconds before, the hands reached out to catch it. The form cracked.
A trickle of blood flowed out of the white flesh.
Then it was repaired and elevated again.
One day, it slipped again.
Again, it fell to the ground.
Again, it was repaired.
Again the hands bled.
Again, it was placed in its rightful spot.
And this occurred again and again…until one day, it couldn’t take it any longer.
It fell, decisively towards the ground.
The hands reached out to catch it….
but it slipped through and shattered, into a multitude of tiny sharp pieces onto the floor.
You know memories don’t go away.
They stay in your mind for as long as you live.
You just keep replaying the parts that you loved, enjoyed, and wished to have lasted forever…until even those memories become fuzzy and unclear. What really happened? Did it actually feel that way? Did imagination take over reality?
I find myself reliving parts of my life.
Compare and contrast, think and ponder, stare and realize.
I’ve changed.
You’ve changed.
And somehow along the way, it just broke and it just didn’t work anymore.
I would thank you…but somehow, the right words aren’t forming in my mouth.
What was there before has been replaced by fear, uncertainly, and avoidance.
How that occurred, I’m not sure.
I would perhaps, say the same to thing to you.
I think I’ve said it before- goodbye.
To Anri and Phyros- you’ll always remain in the realm of writing.
To the other- you’ll always remain, whether you realize it or not.
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Today is Valentine’s Day.
A day that I kept comparing to the one of last year.
What difference.
so yeah, I went into newspaper today to finsh my quote thingys because the server crashed on Fruday. I was curious to see what quotes Shanna had because she was nominated for the Grab Bag this month….and what did I find in her files?
0 quotes.
zero. zip. nada~!
no wonder the editors asked for more quotes! That’s because the other writer didn’t find any! I mean, the logic behind this is unbelievable- how is it possible to not have enough good quotes from a collection of 16 (4 for each grade level?). Even after throwing out all the crappy ones, there should be at least HALF left. Well. THAT HALF WAS PROVIDED BY ME.
The unfairness of this is just shocking.
What wonderful editors I work under.
I do hope they DO A BETTER JOB NEXT TIME.
Yes.
Opinions rocks my socks!
Whoop, most of the terrible, stressing producing stuff is over!
AcaDec:
9th on county, medaled in speech (2nd), essay (2nd) and highest on team
O.o, I know, I beat Jing Na, what a scary thought isn’t it? (Total score: 7, 091). Well, Jennifer beat Jing Na too. Go figure.
School:
C in Calc, A in everything else. -___-
I got into USC =D
whee!
i hate newspaper….
