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Mar. 5th, 2005 @ 06:43 am In Amys Bed
Current Mood: accomplishedIts too early....
Waking up with Amy is the funnest thing ever, but it is also kinda scary. Hehe so we woke up and had some cinnimon rolls. They were sooo good, but then we were both really tired and now i am like kinda hyper and i kinda want to sleep again. What a dilema. So now Amy and i are back in the bed together, taking pictures of eachothero. Last night we made cards and we also watched Little Black Book. It was so so. O and yesterday i was dancing in the rain and basically got soaked it was fun, allie is now my "dancing in the rain buddie!"

Have a bien day con bien tiempo!
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Mar. 3rd, 2005 @ 10:15 pm Stephanie’s Inferno
Current Mood: aggravateddevilish

Warning: NOT for the weak or heart.

shout out for amy for being my guide! You rock my sox off!

Stephanie’s Inferno

The brilliant light shines on ahead,

And voices sweet as honey sing.

Glancing over my shoulder, my body is in a bed.

 

A hand is placed on my body’s neck,

Pronouncing the time of death.

I fall to my knees like a broken wreak.

 

Relentlessly I turned to the light,

Only to see it glide further and further away.

My legs, like metal springs, went into flight.

 

A warm breeze sweeps though my hair.

Swirling, the wind forms into a person.

He stood there, having a long awaited stare.

 

Turning to him with tears in my eyes,

I jumped into his warm embrace.

“Help me.” He whispers into my ear, and cries.

 

A rush of cold air sends a chill down my spine,

And whisks him into a twister of darkness.

I know I have to follow that loved one of mine.

 

Standing up I walk forward,

The closer I go the harder it is to move.

I touch the dark swirl, which feels like a blizzard.

 

Pounding ice against my shivering legs,

The darkness overwhelms me, and blinds my sight.

Thrown out I land on dirt and look toward a band of cleggs.

 

The cleggs surround the wandering spirits,

And then drain them of their passions and joy.

With a “pop” they are in hell according to their dements.

 

The surround me,

Buzzing their horrific song,

All I can do, for my safety, is plea.

 

They have no pity,

And start draining me of everything I am.

My heart is torn into pieces from the horrid committee.

 

My ears start to feel tension,

With a terrifying rip in the air “POP”

I feel as if there is no longer redemption.

 

I landed somewhere pitch black and cold.

There is a high-pitched screech in my ear.

The floor feels like a pile of mold.

 

People are close enough so I can see them.

Making a girl decide, hornets swarm beside her.

“If you don’t choose this is your condemn.”

 

I turn to see Amy standing there.

“Have you come to help me?” I ask

“I have come to guide you through despair.”

 

I walk on with Amy two steps ahead,

Knowing with every step that I can’t turn back,

Then I lay my eyes on something I truly dread.

 

Two gruesome heads on sticks

And then a beach of puke with blood read waves.

Then a stench sends me into a state of transfix.

 

Chunky mucus devours my feet.

Each step I take burns from its wretched acid.

Then I see on the waves of blood, the ferryman of deceit.

 

His nose is gone as if it was torn off,

Leaving a crusty spot of blood and skin.

His mouth is raw and seams like he’s choking down a cough.

 

His eyes are wild, and bloodshot red,

And his stomach has shrunken outlining his bones.

The sight fills me with a terrifying dread.

 

“Leave me be,” he exclaims,

“Only those who are damned are to come here!”

“It is her destiny!” Amy proclaims.

 

Then he shudders waving his hand to come.

I step onto his boat leaving the puke behind.

To my fears I shall not succumb.

 

Bloody waves, like whips, crack against the boat.

We finally make it to the damned shore,

And with a smirk he turns back to his moat.

 

The ground is slippery and covered is slime.

I peer downwards at my feet,

To discover worms, covering them without wasting time.

 

They jerk me down into their disgusting pool.

Screaming, I try to get free,

Then see that Amy has been completely covered in the horrid gruel.

 

I struggle with all of my might,

But it is no use to go on,

So I end my fight.

 

I suddenly fall into another pit.

“Here hang the betrayers for all of eternity.”

Said Amy as if to admit

 

Dogs tear the skin

Form the legs of the people

Who betrayed their kin.

 

Blood sprays in all directions,

Along with high pitched screams of pain.

Then I glance at the face of Ryan.

 

His body twists and turns,

Imbedding the rope into his neck.

I see in his eyes the peace for which he yearns.

 

“I must ask if I may talk to Ryan,” To Amy I pleaded.

The dogs then ran from the sight of Ryan.

“Talk if you must, nothing will be left unsaid.”

 

“Why have you been tortured in this violence?”

He turned in his own blood replying

“I left people out to dry, without defense.”

 

With an overwhelming burst of pain

I fainted while Amy cried

“I’m a doctor, even it’s a migraine!”

 

I open my eyes to the dim light

And the screeching air.

“Adulterers reside here in the night.”

 

Amy responds to my awakening.

I peer into the darkness,

And hear voices, to God, jeering.

 

I see a familiar face,

Michael Jackson,

In this wretched place.

 

His face is spewing blood,

And his skin is spilling puss,

As he walks disoriented through the mud.

 

The air is heavy with an acid stench,

And the crunching of the doomed souls breaking bones fills the night,

Always cold in their horrid trench.

 

Making our way through the despair

Amy and I climbed on rocks of acid

Burning our hands beyond repair.

 

Lending me her hand,

She lifts me into a hole.

I crawl into a dark wasteland.

 

The air comes to a dead halt,

Frozen in the ice.

Here souls suffer because of their faults.

 

“Murderers torture themselves here,”

Amy says into the dead air.

“By their own hand, enweaved in their own loathsome chain.”

 

Saws rip the skin off of their bodies,

As they smile and laugh with insanity,

Locked in cells of ice.  It is a sight that terrifies

 

The bottom of my heart with pain.

I look away from the sight,

Only to rest my eyes on a sight that will make you insane.

 

The devil himself in a powder of black,

With eyes as red as fires with rage.

The sight almost gives me a heart attack.

 

His three monstrous heads chomp down

On the people with the most horrendous past,

All too gruesome to be seen, recognized or known.

 

Amy then walks in front of me

And with a push everything flys in reverse.

It caught me off-key.

 

I spun backwards though the pain

And all of a sudden I am back in the hospital.

Back into my body I go to remain.

 

I open my eyes to the hospital room

And see the sweet loved one of mine.

I am happy to be away from the gloom.

 

I look around and see Amy.

She gives me a wink,

And then giggles with glee.

 

Now I am able to stand in the light of God,

And gleam with joy in his glory.
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Nov. 30th, 2004 @ 05:54 pm Fluff rules my WORLD
Current Mood: ecstaticecstatic

FLUFF BUNNIES!!!

 

Michell knows

Shari knows

I know,

But does amy know?  NO!!!!!   Silly amy.

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Nov. 14th, 2004 @ 06:34 pm Movies!!!
Current Mood: rejuvenatedrejuvenated
Current Music: "...America Fuck Ya......"
Yay! I saw World Police today it was fun.  I was at the ticket booth looking for Shari and I couldnt find her so i was all i bet that they are inside, so i went down the stairs to see if anyone was there that i knew and then the ticket taker person was all "hi, how are you?"  and i was all " I am good... umm... have you seen my friends," and he was all "no i just got here but you can go in and look around if you want, i dont mind."  He was nice but i was like its ok and i went inline to buy my ticket, and they didnt even want identification, hehe.  So i went into the movie and waited for my friends to show up and then like 10 minutes into the movie i was like ok they are not showing whatever... and then they come in and are all omfg you were in here... lol.  Then like 2 minutes after that this dude comes in and says ok you all have to get out of the movie theater and i was like wtf this is the first movie i like payed for in forever and now they are messing it up!  Grrrrrr... and they said that someone went in without having a ticket, so Brock and I went back in cause we had ours.  Then the others came back after like an hour, and said, o and before Sorob bought me a ticket because i was running a little late, so they were all ya Veer didnt have a ticket because he was too young, so they tried to hand Veer my ticket that Sorob had bought, Veer wouldnt take it and like was escorted out of the movie... omfg!  So they finally gave him the ticket and came back in, Veer is such a dum ass.  Ya and the movie was sooo stupid that it was moderatly funny.  Watever.  I got back home and the puss Sorob was all i am going to blast the song America Fuck Ya really loud at stephs house.... and he did.  I am going to KILL him!!!  Thats all for right now, so i have to do my math, this sucks.  ttyl.
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Nov. 11th, 2004 @ 05:58 pm Sickness bites ass!
Current Mood: sicksick
Current Music: *cough* *cough*

ok so i am sick and i feel like fucking crap... i hate being sick!  I was suppose to get my Oedipus essay done today!  Fuck.  I read like the second part and i was soo grosed out by the gouging out his eyes with a little like broach that he got from his dead mother.  I mean how fucked up do you have to be to do that... when you have two daughters too, and then he tells his "beloved" daughters that they no one will ever want to marry them i mean if my dad said that to me i would kick his fucking ass!  Well i sincerly hate, no loath Oedipus.

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Nov. 11th, 2004 @ 11:26 am Does Santa Exist?
As a result of an overwhelming lack of requests, and with research help from that renown scientific journal - I am pleased to present the annual scientific inquiry into Santa Claus.

No known species of reindeer can fly. BUT there are 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer which only Santa has ever seen.

There are 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the world. BUT since Santa doesn't (appear) to handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish and Buddhist children, that reduces the workload to 15% of the total - 378 million according to Population Reference Bureau. At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that's 91.8 million homes. One presumes there's at least one good child in each.

Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 822.6 visits per second. This is to say that for each Christian household with good children, Santa has 1/1000th of a second to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, get back into the sleigh and move on to the next house. Assuming that each of these 91.8 million stops are evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false but for the purposes of our calculations we will accept), we are now talking about .78 miles per household, a total trip of 75-1/2 million miles, not counting stops to do what most of us must do at least once every 31 hours, plus feeding and etc. This means that Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second, 3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man- made vehicle on earth, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second - a conventional reindeer can run, tops, 15 miles per hour.

The payload on the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium-sized lego set (2 pounds), the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as overweight. On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that "flying reindeer" (see point #1) could pull TEN TIMES the normal amount, we cannot do the job with eight, or even nine. We need 214,200 reindeer. This increases the payload - not even counting the weight of the sleigh - - to 353,430 tons. Again, for comparison - this is four times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth.

353,000 tons travelling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance - this will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as spacecraft's re-entering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 QUINTILLION joules of energy. Per second. Each. In short, they will burst into flame almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them, and create deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire reindeer team will be valorised within 4.26 thousandths of a second. Santa, meanwhile, will be subjected to centrifugal forces 17,500.06 times greater than gravity. A 250-pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of his sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force. Mmmm... but remember kids, when you stop believing in Santa is when you start getting clothes for Christmas...
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Nov. 9th, 2004 @ 07:33 pm Dorthy
Current Mood: workingTESTS
Current Music: my brain...OMG OMG OMG (heart line)^-^-^-^-^----------------
Well I tried out for the Wizard of OZ today for Dorthy. I sang Some Where Out There form Fivel Goes West, if you have no clue of what i am talking about then you must be stupid or just plain weird. So if i make it, you are all going to be dragged to see it! Muahahaha, i mean follow the yellow brick road. lol.

TESTS LIKE IN EVERY SINGLE FUC*ING CLASS EXCEPT ONE!!!!!!!!!!! I AM GOING TO DIE!!!!!!!!!!
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Nov. 8th, 2004 @ 11:26 pm The Wizard Of OZ
Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: my brain going..............................................

Ok so... tomorrow i am going to try out in mrs. Boutells room at 2:30 for a pert in the Wizard of OZ!  How exciting!  I would really really like to play Dorithy, but if not her then the Wicked witch of the West, but definatly not the good witch, she is such a tart!  Ohhh!  I know I could be a tree!  Trees can be very exciting....and i could peg whoever is dorithy with apples.... hehehe!

Oh, and today I went to Gathering, but i went an hour early because Mike Monnette told me that it was at 6:30! ack! Ok well i will go to it next time... at 7:30. 

I really want to get a part in the play, hopefully a good part but something...

ttyl

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