You Are The Key Character
"It's what I was meant to do."
You are the true enigma. No one knows much about you, you do not understand much of yourself, and your life seems to carry no purpose. Yet regardless of everything around you - everyone knows that you are here for some reason, even if no one yet knows what that is. Things seem to simply fall into place for you. Almost as though some force is working either through you, for you, or around you. No matter your troubles, ou have been sent here to unlock something. This is your destiny.
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10:12 p.m. // this is my reality \\
I had the most interesting dream this morning - one of the better dreams that I've had in a while (ie. the one where I was IN A CULT AND COULDN'T GET OUT >_<). But anyways, I was in some dormitory or another, waiting for all these kids to show up, it was kind of like a Queen's program, and I was the don, waiting to lead these people to somewhere or another. There were a whole bunch of bunk beds, and as the kids came in they just all clambered about - I call them kids but they were all pretty much 15-16ish; for some reason Joyce was there with 'em. And there was one kid who asked if she had to go outside to smoke, or if we could just open a window. I remember seeing this lovely balcony in the hallway, and telling her she could smoke there. Once everyone was there we someone got into a caf of sorts, Diana was there, thus I was thinking Waterloo, but also Jelena and Stephie and Mok... how strange XD And there were definitely strawberries dipped in chocolate - that's all I remember eating. But we ate, and I talked to them, and Matt showed up, really loud, and there was a girl with this weird shirt, rather stacked, and this is what you get, inappropriate conversations in the LEAD office XD But all of a sudden we were outside, and my partner? was chopping at this tree trunk - and then it sprang open and there were all these bags in it, and we're look well look at that we're going camping! And we each grabbed a bag and ran. It was rather strange. And then that dream kind of faded into this huge school? wide ski trip and it so pretty out and we were all skiing, and for some reason Mr. C was trying to push Faith down the hill on her stomach, and it so wasn't working. XD But it was a good dream lol.
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On another note, the trailer to the Chronicles Of Narnia movie looks awesome.
7:17 a.m. // this is my reality \\
But half isn't enough to ever learn to fly
7:26 a.m. // this is my reality \\
Physics - motor, study notes
Anthro - summative presentation
Law - assignment
Chemistry - study notes
Math - quiz
English - essay
French - reading, oral presentation
Bio - quiz
LEAD - job shadowing report
Yearbook - ads, teams, music ensembles, staff page, theme pages, personalized pages, table of contents, exec. welcome, washington, classics, may day and I can't remember what else...
5:00 p.m. // this is my reality \\
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And also, saw The OC finale - dum dum dum. Just when I thought they weren't going to end the year off cliffhangery. lol
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[edit:9.47] I definitely cannot find an English summary for Zone. This sucks :P
9:36 p.m. // this is my reality \\
'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
4:13 p.m. // this is my reality \\
[edit:12.07] Pictures :)
10:22 a.m. // this is my reality \\
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..."Look. Just. Don't tell everyone how high you are. It's stupid."
"Because nothing else about this conversation has been stupid. Thank god you're here to keep our standards up."
"Oh God, listen to the Prefect. Why don't you go tell on us if you're just going to lord your metabolism over everyone? Shit, that's the funniest word. Metabolism. Metaaaaaaabolism. Metab. Olizmay." .. Shoebox Project
7:58 p.m. // this is my reality \\
And now to start on finishing the English project.
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A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you
Yeah
But I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find, you and I collide
I'm quiet, you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know
I'm always on your mind
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
You somehow find, you and I collide
Don't stop here
I've lost my place
I'm close behind
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills your mind
You finally find, you and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide .. collide . howie day
6:33 p.m. // this is my reality \\
TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.
THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.
FOUR. When you say, "I love you," mean it.
FIVE. When you say, "I'm sorry," look the person in the eye.
SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.
SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.
EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don’t have dreams don't have much.
NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.
TEN. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.
ELEVEN. Don’t judge people by their relatives.
TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.
THIRTEEN. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?"
FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.
FIFTEEN. Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.
SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson
SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and responsibility for all your actions.
EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
NINETEEN. When you realize you’ve made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.
TWENTY-ONE. Spend some time alone.
12:55 a.m. // this is my reality \\
Anthro summative - need to research
Physics test - need to study because I haven't looked at this stuff in weeks
Math test - find time to study during the week
English project -
Yearbook - resize ads, finish ads pages,
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by Erma Bombeck
When I slit open the envelope, a photocopy of a check for $5 fell out. The note with it was simple and direct, "I made this from my poem entitled, "Youth". Thanks for encouraging me."
Five bucks! What can you buy with $5 these days? A pint of designer ice cream? One rose? A home furnishings magazine? A pair of pantyhose? Four gallons of gas?
If you're Sarah, who lives in Louisiana, it can buy euphoria, with side orders of pride, hope and self-esteem and the discovery someone was willing to put a price on your talent.
There's a lot of Sarahs out there. . .women who keep their dreams in a private little box hidden from the rest of the world. Occasionally, they take the lid off and look at it just to know it's still there and then get on with their business of living.
It takes a lot of courage to show your dream to someone else. They might laugh. They might not understand. Worse, they might take it out of the box and drop it and where would you get another one? Dreams are fragile, you know.
Some people in desperation, give up on dreams. They clean house one day and decide, "This is ridiculous! I'm acting like a small child who refuses to give up a favorite toy." So, they toss out the contents of the box - the short story, the idea for a business, the college degree, the job they would love to have, the child they want, the trip they would love to take.
Then there are a few, like Sarah, who are willing to take a risk.
They take the dream out of the box, put it on and start living it. They lay bare their ego to discover if they are equal to the dream or if they are equal only to the fantasy.
Dreams have only one owner at a time. That's why dreamers are lonely. No one can help them with the struggle. No one can ease the pain of failure. There are some things they have to do themselves.
I understand the fears and apprehensions of the closet dreamers, but oh how I admire the Mother Teresas, the Geraldine Ferraros, the Samantha Smiths, the Christa McAuliffes, the Helen Kellers and, yes, the Sarahs who write poetry on the kitchen table at night. Are they winners? Winning is not what they're about. Neither are the rewards.
What is special about them is they're dreamers who put it on the line. They had the courage to admit that what they wanted was just beyond their reach, but if they wanted it badly enough. . . anything was possible.
They gambled. And for the risk, they were all rewarded with a legacy for others to follow. For some it was a trail that was blazed, an attitude that was changed, a place in history, a thought, a life that was touched.
That's the difference between them and those who never take their dreams out of the box. They leave nothing.
[from dolimir_k]
6:52 a.m. // this is my reality \\
But one more lie could be the worst
And all these thoughts are never resting
And you're not something I deserve
In my head there's only you now
This world falls on me
In this world there's real and make believe
And this seems real to me
You love me but you don't know who I am
I'm tore between this life I lead and where I stand
And you love me but you don't know who I am
So let me go
Let me go
I dream ahead to what I hope for
And I turn my back on loving you
How can this love be a good thing
When I know what I'm going through
In my head there's only you now
This world falls on me
In this world there's real and make believe
And this seems real to me
You love me but you don't know who I am
I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand
You love me but you dont know who I am
So let me go
Just let me go...
Let me go
And no matter how hard I try
I can't escape these things inside I know
I know..
When all the pieces fall apart
You will be the only one who knows
Who knows
You love me but you don't know who I am
I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand
And you love me but you dont know who I am
So let me go
Just let me go .. let me go . three doors down
10:13 p.m. // this is my reality \\
[edit:2.29] Pui, Moony and the commas sound like you! XD (go read it!)
[edit:2.32] O THE FLEAS. where to begin? i WANT to trust your potion, Moony, but, you know, sometimes the old wound still aches. Betrayal is a bitter potion to swallow, you know. There are nights I awake in a cold sweat, clutching my pillow, convinced I have got a GREAT BLOODY PINK DUSTER STICKING OUT OF MY ARSE when ALL I TRIED TO DO WAS HELP MY FRIEND IN HIS HOUR OF NEED.
2:15 p.m. // this is my reality \\