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Name: Schmitty Gender: Female
Interests: In my spare time, I write (poetry, stories, songs, notes, whatever the paper tells me), play a little guitar or piano, feed my obsessions for LOTR, The Princess Bride, POTC, or Monty Python, or else I am daydreaming about AUS/NZ. Expertise: Homework. My interests happen in my spare time, which is almost never. School is my life. Yes. I am a loser. :-) Occupation: Student Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message meEmail: email me Website: visit my website AIM: dark4ngelofli9ht MSN: CyberGhostoftheAmazon@hotmail.com Yahoo: DarkAngelof_Light@yahoo.com
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8/22/2004
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| The secret side of me, I never let you see I keep it caged but I can't control it So stay away from me, the beast is ugly I feel the rage and I just can't hold it
It's scratching on the walls, in the closet, in the halls It comes awake and I can't control it Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?
My secret side I keep hid under lock and key I keep it caged but I can't control it 'Cause if I let him out he'll tear me up, break me down Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?
It's hiding in the dark, its teeth are razor sharp There's no escape for me, it wants my soul, it wants my heart No one can hear me scream, maybe it's just a dream Maybe it's inside of me, stop this monster
I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin I must confess that I feel like a monster I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun I must confess that I feel like a monster
I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin I must confess that I feel like a monster I've gotta lose control, be something radical I must confess that I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster I, I feel like a monster
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If you want to marry someone, then they had better be the most important person in your life (unless you have a kid or something, I guess). They are more important than the wedding. I firmly believe this.
However. If you really love them that much, then the idea is that you never have another wedding again. It's your one and only shot to have it exactly the way you want it. How much of your vision do you sacrifice to please the person you want to be with?
For that matter.... every birthday is your only x birthday. And every day is the only one like it. How much of your vision do you you sacrifice to please the person you want to be with...
Or perhaps you should not be with someone who would require you to sacrifice your vision?
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I found this picture several weeks ago. I intended to write a blog around it, but the event is faded to the point where I’m not sure what to say, other than… Sometimes we as people just DO things. We do stupid things, which if we took the time to think about them we probably wouldn’t do. Usually this is limited to lane changes without checking the blind spots, or maybe tossing a potato into the microwave to see if it’ll explode. The redneck term for the phenomenon is “Hey y’all, watch this!” The stupidity of these actions ranges from minorly retarded to resulting in death. I don’t understand this inherent impulsiveness. We shake our heads at these decisions made without mental consideration, and give them Darwin awards. But what about when these decisions start straying across lines from the realm of unintelligent into the realm of immoral? It seems this is less acceptable. No one shakes their heads and shrugs. No one laughs. They shake their heads in judgment, disappointment, and pity then. It’s okay to be stupid, because that reflects your mental state. You can’t help that as much, supposedly. Sure you can study, and choose whether or not to develop your faculties, but not doing so isn’t inherently bad. It’s just lazy. But if you’re immoral, now that’s a reflection of your values. Values, now that’s character. Never mind that mental laziness reflects values as well. If you have poor character you weren’t raised right, or else you rebelled. If you have poor character… you’re a bad person. Moral decisions can’t be snap decisions like mental ones. Moral decisions are made ahead of time when you choose your values. Any immoral decision reflects a previous, willful decision to disregard goodness, because it’s not valuable. Mental decisions are affected by suddenness, can be surprised… but if you’re surprised into doing something immoral then you just weren’t really all that moral to begin with. Right? Doesn't it seem like this is the prevalent attitude? This seems to me to be the way it’s perceived. I sit here and scratch my head and wonder why I do the things I do… I didn’t really want to. Sure I went along with it, sure I suppose I decided to… but I never meant to. It was snap. And maybe deep down I do have screwed-up values; in fact, I definitely do. Maybe it takes the snap situations to show ourselves who we really are. But when it’s just stupid, the reaction is “Haha. Turns out you’re silly!” When it’s immoral? “How could you let yourself get this way? Why aren’t you improving yourself? Why couldn’t you control yourself, at least? And also: I don’t want to associate with you because maybe you will influence me. At the very least, you’re not inclined in your heart of hearts to be a good friend, even if you try to fake it.” Not everyone. Not by a long shot. But some of the people who matter. It's frustrating. :. | | |
| 0100 Me: I should go to bed. Four hours doesn't make for even sleep cycles, but oh well I will live. My body: Tired. Sleep times now?
0411 My body: You said something about early. Approximating, just finished sleep cycle - AWAKE! Me: AAAAAA I'm awake and the alarm hasn't gone off I'm late for work! *finds clock* Oh. Okay. *gets water*
0430 Well only an hour left to sleep, sleep cycle is an hour and forty, but oh well. My body: ...
0500 *Alarm goes off* My body: No. Not done yet. Me: ZZZZZ *oblivious*
0610 My body: Okay done now! Ding! Me: ... ah crap.
0620 God: TORRENTIAL DOWNPOUR Me: ?! SHI*!
0630 Sammy (truck): hydroplane woooooo! Me: AAAAAAAA IMADIE My body: Death? What? God: Miss Me yet? My body: Death. *begin hiccup initiation sequence*
0700 My body: *arrives at work 15 minutes late* God: Seriously. Me: Yah srsly!
The end. (Just to clarify I didn't actually die)  | | |
| Memories consume Like opening the wound I'm picking me apart again You all assume I'm safe here in my room Unless I try to start again I don't want to be the one The battles always choose 'Cause inside I realize That I'm the one confused I don't know what's worth fighting for Or why I have to scream I don't know why I instigate And say what I don't mean I don't know how I got this way I know it's not alright So I'm breaking the habit I'm breaking the habit Tonight Clutching my cure I tightly lock the door I try to catch my breath again I hurt much more Than anytime before I had no options left again I'll paint it on the walls 'Cause I'm the one at fault I'll never fight again And this is how it ends I don't know what's worth fighting for Or why I have to scream But now I have some clarity to show you what I mean I don't know how I got this way I'll never be alright So, I'm breaking the habit I'm breaking the habit I’m breaking the habit Tonight | | |
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