The Savage Garden

I just started collecting pokemon on facebook. lmfao. i apparently stole one from triple H lmfao. I just needed to post and say that lmfao

 

is that not one of the funniest things ever? lmfao. I love it. real post later, life is crazy!

This was a triumph._
I’m making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS._
It’s hard to overstate my satisfaction._
Aperture Science_
We do what we must_because we can._
For the good of all of us._
Except the ones who are dead._
But there’s no sense crying over every mistake._
You just keep on trying till you run out of cake._
And the Science gets done._
And you make a neat gun._
For the people who are still alive._
I’m not even angry._
I’m being so sincere right now._
Even though you broke my heart._
And killed me._
And tore me to pieces._
And threw every piece into a fire._
As they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!_
Now these points of data make a beautiful line._
And we’re out of beta._
We’re releasing on time._
So I’m GLaD. I got burned._
Think of all the things we learned_
for the people who are still alive._
Go ahead and leave me._
I think I prefer to stay inside._
Maybe you’ll find someone else to help you._
Maybe Black Mesa_
THAT WAS A JOKE._
HAHA. FAT CHANCE._
Anyway, this cake is great._
It’s so delicious and moist._
Look at me still talking_
when there’s Science to do._
When I look out there, it makes me GLaD I’m not you._
I’ve experiments to run._
There is research to be done._
On the people who are still alive._
And believe me I am still alive._
I’m doing Science and I’m still alive._
I feel FANTASTIC and I’m still alive._
While you’re dying I’ll be still alive._
And when you’re dead I will be still alive._
STILL ALIVE_
STILL ALIVE_

These can be of any category you like, but you must follow the rules. Put your iPod/MP3/Playlist/Player on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up. Congratulations! You must now write a drabble inspired by each of those songs within the next 48 hours. Don't forget to tag your friends! Can you do it?

Alright! My songs are:
1. Facedown by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
2. All around me by Flyleaf
3. All the Same by Sick Puppies
4. Far Away by Nickelback
5. Banana Pancakes by Jack Johnson



I have no idea if these are gonna be fandom, or if they will be originals lol.... they are a weird mix of songs for sure lol.

I think Facedown will by an original real world story
I think All around me will be an original real world story
I think All the Same will be an origianl fantasy world story
I think Far Away will be an original real world story
I think Banana Pancakes will be a fluffball 1x2 GW fic... cause how could it not be?

1. Comment on this post.
2. I will give you a letter.
3. Think of 5 fictional characters and post their names and your comments on these characters in your LJ.

I got "T."

1. Trowa Barton from Gundam Wing: how could this not be my first response? lol. I fell madly in love with Gundam Wing a long time ago, and Trowa was my sister's favorite character, hehe. I don't know the most about him and it's been too long since i watched any of it... but i love him none the less.

2. Tristan from Stardust: I loved this movie so much. A dreamer boy who falls in love with a star... .what's not to love?

3. Tom Marvolo Riddle from Harry Potter: The ultimate bad guy of bad guys... where did this bad boy go wrong? I mean, he once upon a time was just a very smart, very alone, very gifted child. The tragedy behind that sad child transforming into the most evil wizard of all time is intense.

4. Tarzan: king of the jungle... whats not to love. Especially, cause the song trashing the camp from the disney movie was nsync and phil collins.

5. Tarot: from the marvel universe. She's a mutant who creates psionic images of her tarot cards and uses them to attack. i love it. what isn't to love. My dad told me about her when i was little and tarot cards were first introduced to me lol.

AHHHHH!

I'm totally falling for this new guy....


HE IS AMAZING!


<3.



craziness. but it's awesome.

Comment on this thread and I will...
1. Tell you why I friended you.
2. Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a colour, a photo, etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.

Have you ever had one of those moments of deep introspection, where you feel the need to write down every thought your brain cooks up in that moment of absolute truth and perfect harmony?
And then you struggle to jot down into words, what your mind and heart are feeling, and come up absolutley lacking?
Yet, you still did it... you wrote it all down, in whatever form it took?
This is that.



I am a dreamer. I am a romantic, idealistic, naive, trusting, clairvoyant dreamer.
I believe deeply that there is a God, and I believe deeply that He will provide for me....
But deeper than that, I believe that He will teach me to provide for myself....

Recently, I layed in my bed and cried myself to sleep, and I prayed and prayed and prayed.
I prayed that God would help me with a person struggle in my life. That He would either remove the "problem" entirely from my thoughts, or would (and this is what I truly wanted) selfishly solve the problem for me.
I begged and pleaded and promised to go to church and be a Good Girl (tm) and all that stuff you do when you want God to do something for you =) and fell asleep with tears drying on my cheeks.

The next morning, I woke up with a song stuck in my head. Firmly planted there. I was nowhere near anything that would have played this song, and it was a song I hadn't heard in weeks. Out of the middle of some dream, this song was stuck in my head. And it was one of those moments where it's just like one or two lines that repeat over and over again in your brain.... except it was the whole chorus playing over and over again....
"i want to hold you
protect you from all of the things I've already endured
I want to show you
Show you all the things that this life has in store for you
I'll always love you
the way that a father should love his daughter"
I woke up singing it, and it was firmly planted there all day.

Now, at my core, I believe music is the bridge between everything. God can get us a message we can't pick up on our own through music. Now, unless I was reading the memo upside down, I do believe this was God letting me know that He is there, and loves me, and that everything is gonna be okay.

This isn't about God. I know it kinda sounds like it, but it's not. God is just fact for me. The same as the air we breathe, the sights we see, the love we feel, the pain we feel. Fact. That doesn't mean He's fact for you, dear reader, I'm not so silly as to assume that... but for me, He is. And I do believe that He is my guiding light.

Ironically, I'm not really very religious... I can't quote scripture in any form beyond "thou shall not kill."

But I digress.

I made a new friend recently. He's a nice guy. One of the first people I've ever met who seems to have an idealogy similar to mine. One of the first to understand when I say "it doesn't matter what you believe, or he believes, or she believes.... why can't we all just believe whatever we want? Whatever makes us happy? Whatever makes us be the best person we can be?"

I just want to be happy. I want to be happy, and I want to live my life to the fullest that is possible. Living my life to the fullest, is not for me climbing a mountain, or flying into space, or a bunch of big great actions.....
It's the little things.

It's agreeing to go see a movie you've already seen 4 times, because a lonely friend doesn't want to go alone, and seeing them laugh during it.

It's taking 4 hours to play a single game of chess because you get so caught up talking with your opponet, you forget to go.

It's flirting with the boy behind the drive through window, because he looks like he is having a CRAP day.

It's picking out the perfect gift for someone because you know they will LOVE it.

It's getting up at 7am on christmas, after 4 hours of sleep following 36 hours of being awake, because your brother wants to open presents.... and knowing you are working till midnight that night.

It's falling in love with someone and them loving you back equally.

That is happiness. Everything I just said, is the essence of happiness to me.

Your mileage may vary, of course. =)

But that is the beauty of this whole thought process my brain is doing right now.... "Your mileage may vary." should vary.
We are a planet 6 BILLION strong. Every person on this planet has different dreams and goals and ideals.... No two people are exactly the same. We are each snowflakes floating along bumping into one another, each one perfectly unique and amazing and beautiful.

I met a boy this last week.. .same boy who i mentioned above.... He lives thousands and thousands of miles away from me... according to google it is... 8,041 miles from Eugene, OR to Melbourne, Australia.
Yep. Australia.
And that number is as the crow flies. straight shot on a plane.
That's really really far.

Yet, somehow.... these two totally foreign snowflakes managed to meet through a game, a game with hundreds and hundreds of people in it.... totally different time zones, against millions and millions of odds.... if either of us had bounced off something differently, we never would have connected in the first place. What is more ironic yet, is that both of us have things in common... part of which played into our meeting in the first place... but to have the same ideals... such rare ideals in a world full of pragmatism and disbelief... is amazing.

It's a serious testament to something. If one tiny little thing in life had gone differently, I might never have met him, or gotten to talk to him.

Why regret things?

I have decisions in my life, that I regret... but they are few and far between... they are usually pretty big, though, *laugh*
Yet, at the same time, most of the things I regret, were unavoidable realities based on the decisions I don't regret....
I would go back and make the same choice, almost every time.
(I wouldn't have introduced Nathan and Adam, but thats really the only one I can think of.... though that is a BIG one, hehe.)


I am a dreamer, and I ramble. I love life to the fullest that I can, and I believe you should love often. As much as possible. Live life as if this was your last moment.


"You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one"

IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
So, here's how it works:

1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend your cool... and alot of the songs fit with the setting


Opening Credits:
DJ Sammy "Take my breath away."

Waking Up:
Fort Minor "Slip out the back"

First Day At School:
Westlife "Flying without wings"

Falling In Love:
Cascada "Everytime we touch (club version)"

Fight Song:
Red "Already over" <---- okay thats depressing. lol.

Breaking Up:
Gnarls Barkly "Crazy."

Prom:
Aqua "Candyman"

Life:
Little Mermaid "Under the sea" <---- LOL.

Mental Breakdown:
Plain white T's "hey there dehlilah"

Driving:
Slipknot "Vermillion pt 2."

Flashback:
Breaking Benjamin "Firefly."

Getting back together:
DHT "listen to your heart."

Wedding:
Bryan Adams, Ron Stewart, Sting "All for love"

Birth of Child:
Gary Jules "Mad world"

Final Battle:
Anastasia "At the beginning with you" <--- LOL. some battle song."

Death Scene:
Coldplay "Yellow"

Funeral Song:
Blue October "Into the Ocean"

End Credits:
The Verve "Bittersweet Symphony"

So it's time to get healthy. I've decided.
YAY for me. lol.


Yesterday, I ate a garden salad with ranch,
and a jack chicken patty,
and a chocolate shake.
I worked from 9-4,
and I worked out for 1/2 hour from 8:00-8:30ish

Today, I had a
strawberry and banan yogurt smoothie,
2 spicey chicken sandwiches with swiss cheese,
and the other jack chicken patty.
i drank mostly water, though i did drink about 12oz of mug rootbeer.
I worked from 5 until almost 1,
and I did not work out today.

 Am I more than you bargained for yet
I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
Cause that's just who I am this week
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(A notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)

Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team

We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it


Is this more than you bargained for yet
Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet
Wishing to be the friction in your jeans
Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(Notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)

Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team

We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it


Down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

We're going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself)
And Sugar, we're going down swinging (Take back what you said)
I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself)
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

We're going down, down (down, down)
Down, down (down, down)
We're going down, down (down, down)
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

We're going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself)
And Sugar, we're going down swinging (Take back what you said)
I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself)
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it


February 23.
Nickelback with 3 days grave and breaking benjamin.

FUCK YES.

I'm so excited.

Lewis and I are going!!! oh man oh man!

Duo sighed as he opened the lock on the front door. He entered the house and kicking off his shoes, patted the ridiculously small dog named Baby that Quatre kept, and walked through the house looking for any of the other guys. Finding himself alone, as he had expected, he walked into the garage, Baby on his heals, and grabbed a frozen pizza to toss in the over. He shut the door seperating the garage and kitchen and read the instructions on the pizza box.
"400 degrees," he read outloud. "Not a problem." As he flipped the stove button on, he smiled in anticipation of his pepperoni pizza and took off to check his e-mail and favorite net hangouts.
15 minutes later, there was a shrill beep, and Duo jumped up from the desk. He knew that meant the oven was preheated and it was now just another ten till his starving stomach could be filled with delicious, pepperoni goodness. As he walked into the kitchen, he noticed some smoke coming from the top of the stove. Inching his way closer, he paled as the smoke got more frequent and darker. Quatre's voice reverberated through his head, "Don't forget, Duo. I leave the cast iron pans in the stove when I'm not using them!"
"OH SHIT!" Duo pulled down the oven door and was greeted with a large billow of smoke. Fanning it away, he heard a lound beep. Then another. Then another. In fact, there were loud beeps about every 3 seconds. Very loud, obnoxious beeps, actually. He swore again and went in search of the smoke alarm.
As he calmly walked (ran cursing) through the house, he began to flip on all the ceiling fans in the different rooms. Finally finding the smoke alarm, he looked at it on the 11 ft tall ceiling and wondered out loud just how tiny little Quatre had managed to get a smoke detector that high. Duo's palty 5 feet 5 inches were no match for the high ceilings. Not to mention, he couldn't think straight because there was a horrifically loud beeping happeneing directly above his head.
As he stood in the master bedroom, staring at the offensively high detector and trying to decide how to best deal with it without any damage to any of Quatre's stuff, he heard a new sound. This one around his feet.
The dog, Baby, was whining and trying to hide beneath Duo. And because she was also directly under the smoke detector, her whines got increasingly louder as the detector did.
Duo looked around him in the smoke filled room, and just about cried. Give him a hundred mobile suits in zero grav. Not a problem. Make him stop an assaniation attempt on the leader of the Earth Sphere. No prob. Ask him to deal with a whining dog, smoking pans and a smoke alarm and he pretty much broke down.
He pitied his own situation for a minute and then felt very ashamed and began to pull himself together. This was just a regular house. Nothing Duo Maxwell couldn't handle. Grabbing a chair, he stood on it, and reached as high as he could to try and turn in off. Not quite tall enough. Of course. But his fingers just brushed the top of it, and it turned off.
He jumped down. "BOO-YA!" He yelled at the machine.
Walking into the kitchen, he pulled the pans out of the oven with oven mitts and turned off the oven. As the smoke cleared out the door, he sat in a kitchen chair, put his head in his hands and began to laugh.
"Hey Duo. Why is it so smoky?" Quatre's light blue eyes peered out over the top of grocery bags.
Duo began to laugh even harder, and as if to mock him, the smoke alarm gave one last long beep.

She sits alone again
And tries her best not to pretend
That all she used to live for
Was the love that wasn't there

And every time she needs to do the things
That she believes
Will fill the void inside of her
Because he was never there

[2x]
And she says, 'I swear I'm not the devil,
Though you think I am.
I swear I'm not the devil'

He tries to sleep again
And wonders when the pain will end
The cuts, they may run deeper than his cracking outer shell

He looks with tired eyes
At all the people hypnotized
And wonders what can save him
From his self created hell.

[2x]
And he says, 'I swear I'm not the devil,
Though you think I am.
I swear I'm not the devil'

I always fail to see the little things in front of me
The things that mean so much to you; a way to let you know.
That I appreciate the way you always tolerate
But sometimes when I medicate
Frustration in you shows me how you feel.

But I swear I'm not the devil,
Though you think I am.
I swear I'm not the devil

And I scream,
I swear I'm not the devil.
Though you think I am.
I swear I'm not the devil.


difficult times in life right now. I don't know what to do, or how to do it. I'm so lost. I feel like i'm floating around, not able to decide which direction to go, because if i move, i'm going to go flying off in that direction and not be able to come back. you can't turn around and come back, never allowed to do that.

no matter what choice i have to make here, it will be one i won't regret. i've never made a choice like this before, and i'm not sure how. the pain is just about swallowing me alive.

lies.
i can't stand lies. i can't stand liars. i can't believe in lies. how can i believe anything when something was a lie?
Do you think I’m faking
when I’m lying next to you?
Do you think that I am blind
nothing left for me to lose?
Must be something on your mind
something lost and left behind
Do you know I’m faking now?

Do you know I’m faking
when I’m lying next to you?
Do you know that I am blind to everything you ever do?
Must be something on your mind
something lost for me to find
Do you know I’m faking?

Then she told me she had a gun
it sounded like she’d used it once before on him
Then she told me she had a gun
it sounded like she’d used it once before, oh man

I guess you know I’m faking
when I tell you I love you
I guess you know that I am blind
to everything you say and do
Must be something on my mind
there’s nothing left for me to hide
Do you know I’m faking?

Then she told me she had a gun
it sounded like she’d used it once before on him
Then she told me she had a gun
it sounded like she’d used it once before, oh man

We have to succumb to the feelings we can never face
I need you. I breathe you.
I can’t go through this all again.
We have to succumb to
the feelings we can never face I need you.
I breathe you. I can’t go through this…

Then she told me she had a gun
it sounded like she’d used it once before

Then she told me she had a gun
it sounded like she’d used it once before on him
Then she told me she had a gun
it sounded like she’d used it once before, oh man
Then she told me she had a gun
she says she wants to use it on me now…

Lineage 2 story, epidsode, for my creative writing class....

you can read it if you wanna ^^\

( lineage 2 story )

Go to Wikipedia and look up your birthday (excluding the year). List three neat facts, two births, and one death in your journal, including the year.

538 BC - King Cyrus The Great of Persia marches into the city of Babylon, releasing the Jews from almost 70 years of exile and making the first Human Rights Declaration
1933 - Albert Einstein, fleeing Nazi Germany, moves to the US
1979 - Mother Teresa awarded the Nobel Peace Prize

births
1915 - Arthur Miller, American playwright (d. 2005)
1972 - Wyclef Jean, Haitian-born singer

death
1849 - Frédéric Chopin, Polish-French musician and composer (b. 1810)

Jasmine
April 10, 2006
Reader Reflection #1


I think that the character of Dee in this story is a good example of humanities ever changing fads and need to be different from and better than our parents. She also represents society’s love of beauty and the view of true beauty as cold cruelness and rage. Unlike fairy tales, where the beautiful are the good characters, all too often the beautiful are the bad characters in real life. When Dee declares to have taken a new name and insists that she should have the old quilts so she can “hang them” on the wall, as opposed to using them, it shows her feelings of needing to be different from her mother and wanting to follow a fad like mentality of preserving things she had little to no interest in earlier, for the sake of appearances. Maggie, however, is scarred and not traditionally beautiful, and used to being treated badly, sitting second to her sister. She is willing to give up the quilts because she feels it is expected of her, though she will put them to good use, unlike Dee. There is a symbolism in the fact that Maggie is “good” and scarred, while Dee is cruel and beautiful. This is symbolism about human relations and interactions. We, as a society, prefer cruel, rage filled beauty to calm, good homeliness.



Jasmine
April 9, 2006
Bad Writing.


Sheep Can’t Fly.
Once upon a time, long, long ago, in a far away land, there was a sheep. This sheep liked to eat grass, and watch butterflies eat nectar. This sheep also liked to watch bees eat nectar, and fly around buzzing all day long. It didn’t like to get its coat sheared off, but it did get its coat sheared off when its thick coat was present after certain seasons. A man sheared the sheep. This man was walking in the city one day and passed a normal human girl named Melyna. Melyna suddenly stopped next to the man and yelled at him to fly away. He did.
Melyna looked into the forest and saw her desirous catch. Pulling back her bow strong she let the arrow fly across the wind and into the monster she was looking at. “HAH!” she said to the monster’s body. “Don’t try to trick me!” she shouted to the open, endless, blue, cloud filled sky. “You can’t!”
Walking out into the waves, she felt free as a donkey who was free, and smiled as her fins took her out to the sea, and to her knight-in-shining- armor, true love, prince, where they lived happily ever after. To Be Continued The End.