. . . . . entries for 30.10.03 . . . . .
Hey! It's Faerieblue Satu, guys. Sorry for pretty much ignoring your votes, but it's a pretty name. It has a good ring to it. xD You can hit me later.
. . . . . entries for 29.10.03 . . . . .
Pretty song which has been lodged, in a determined sort of way, in my head all day.
"Oh,
my love,
my darling,
I've hungered for
your touch a long,
lonely time,
Time goes by
so slowly
and time can do
so much.
Are you still mine?
I need your love,
I need your love,
God speed your love to me.
Lonely rivers flow
to the sea,
to the sea,
To the open arms of the sea
Lonely rivers sigh,
'Wait for me, wait for me'
'I'll be coming home, wait for me!'"
Hey, aurora borealis tonight. I'll be out at some ungodly hour looking at it. Everyone come to my house! We can lounge around on the trampoline and the lawn and watch the sky.
And be frumps.
How is it that people aren't familiar with that word? Frump? I thought everyone knew it. It's just like. . . frump. You know? It's like a word you know before you're even born. I was very frumpish today, I was wearing my sister's way-the-hell-too-big shirt and sweatshirt, both pink and somewhat faded. So I said, "today is my frumpish day" or something like that, and my posse of sorts had no idea what I was talking about! o.O
. . . . . entries for 28.10.03 . . . . .
From a long time ago. . .
My Own Light
Remember once,
How we were one?
All three of us,
That time is done.
Love simmered,
Quite gently then,
Until it was too much,
To say “just a friend.”
You and she,
I saw it before.
The look about you
At the start of the war;
Nay, my love,
You saw not my spite,
Three “friends” torn apart,
By Nature’s might.
Remember before,
Her skin lovely and fair,
Now it’s changed so,
But you don’t even care.
My hatred rages,
As the unslightly boil,
I lean away from you,
Face in tears thick as oil.
Remember then,
How we stayed close for a while?
It took time before
My heart ceased its denial.
But look at me now,
Not as I was.
I flourished twice as much, and why?
Alone. Just because.
Boys have cooties, damn it!
I am so, so out of the loop right now.
. . . . . entries for 27.10.03 . . . . .
IMPORTANT STUFF!
Here are the tentative Erin-proclaimed holiday dates:
Naughty Catholic Schoolgirl Day: Friday, November 21st
Pajama Day: Friday, December 19th
Drag Day: Friday, March 5th/March 12th (depending on which one is an A day; I think the above two dates are A days)
Hawaiian/Look Silly In Bright Obnoxious Colours Day: Friday, May 7th/May 14th (see above)
. . . alright, and for Charlie,
10) Faerie Blue Satu
(don't ask.)
and just for the hell of it,
11) TAPDANCING YAK
(the congregation awaits. . .)
Alright! List of possible SNs! (Sorry, Shannon, this is just too brilliant.)
1) Dancing Naiad
(a naiad is a Greek water nymph, in case you don't know.)
2) Ganzen Nacht
(Germish chicks know. . . it's ALL NIGHT LONG!)
3) Endless Delu
(I finally found the D word that's my endless! Delu stands for Delusion. Damn letter limits.)
4) MaidMelusine
(have you heard this story yet?)
5) MeowPersona
(mrow?)
6) Shia Has
(a very awesome Tylor character.)
7) MateriaChic
(no, not material. MATERIA.)
8) SternenNacht
(German Van Gogh. I mean really.)
9) Miss Vetinari
(a Pratchett reference. god, it'd be scary if Vetinari had a daughter, wouldn't it?)
Okay, so like, vote, would you? I'd appreciate it.
Tired, tired, tired. I want to adjust to these crazy clocks.
Started songwriting in midi tech. Given words "days of summer" to start. Probably meant to write something at least vaguely cheerful. Not I. I wrote:
Days of summer stretch to long summer nights,
The full moon hangs to the east;
The dew is cold on the thick, green grass,
And no one is here with me.
I can't wait until Saturday, can't wait, can't wait, can't wait.
I may go to school on Friday (Halloween) as a lawyer, which is lame. But I'm not actually going trick-or-treating this year, so I dunno what I'm going to do. Maybe I'll just wear my cloak and be all goth-y for a day or something. Or just vampirish. Suggestions?
If Freddy Mercury wasn't yelling at me about one vision right now, my face would slam into the keyboard. So. So. Damned. Tired.
. . . . . entries for 25.10.03 . . . . .
NOOOOO! THE YANKEES LOST THE WORLD SERIES!!!!!
;.;
Today was a car day. We looked at three cars, a Pilot, a Navigator and an Escalade.
And right now I have to print out the TDSR. So maybe I'll get back to you on my car day.
But I probably won't.
. . . . . entries for 24.10.03 . . . . .
hey, go figure, I'm eating Greg.
scary.
. . . . . entries for 23.10.03 . . . . .
possibly the most wonderful thing, ever.
My dad is in rough shape. The dentist poked his sinus and perforated it when trying to get at the root of his tooth. . . which is bad. Very bad. And very painful.
Not good. Not even a little bit.
. . . . . entries for 20.10.03 . . . . .
Kristen's blog moved. But I have moved with it!
My hands are exceedingly cold.
I invented a new religion this evening with a fun typo: Yaoism! You take that *any* way you want.
I also made gauntlets out of my homecoming socks. Very pretty. Very toasty. :) Melikes.
Um, what else. . . nothing. :) I'm going to post a complete schedule of Erin Declared Holidays up here soon, including Naughty Catholic Schoolgirl Day, Drag Day, Hawaiian (or Dress In Bright Colours and Look Silly) Day and Pajama Day. I may have other bursts of inspiration, but for now that's all I have planned.
Why, Groucho, I never knew!
. . . . . entries for 19.10.03 . . . . .
"Who's kind of celibate, in a fucked up way. . ."
Tina!!!! I need to talk to yoooou!!
. . . . . entries for 18.10.03 . . . . .
Shannon's blog is much shinier now. Check it out.
Long Live CNC: boo!!!
Long Live CNC:
Livid Phoenix: hi.
Livid Phoenix: I'm writing the About page.
Long Live CNC: I heard
Livid Phoenix: ^.^ Nicole got to ya, huh?
Long Live CNC: yeah
Livid Phoenix: I'm writing lots of good things. I'll only be insulting about myself. ^.^
Long Live CNC: lol
Long Live CNC: dont forget to e-mail me when done
Livid Phoenix: obviously.
Long Live CNC: mail it to
Long Live CNC: hint: there is a _ between the words
Livid Phoenix: I can see it.
Livid Phoenix: gotcha.
Long Live CNC: on mine, you cant see it
Livid Phoenix: well, on MACS, you can.
Long Live CNC: only if you click it
Long Live CNC: on mine
Livid Phoenix: uh huh, that's because you own a PC, you dumbass.
Long Live CNC: you idiot! you own a macintosh! the file's fucking gone!
Livid Phoenix: So you run to the store! *AAAH!*
Livid Phoenix: To pick up the Mac versian of the Norton utilities, only for Norton to tell you. . .
Livid Phoenix: YOU IDIOT! YOU OWN A MACINTOSH, THE FILE IS FUCKING *GONE*!!
Livid Phoenix: ^.^
Long Live CNC: eep! errors with new e-mail account
Long Live CNC: please use my lame one
Livid Phoenix: Ima programmere
I'm a porgramor
Im a progremmur
I write code
Livid Phoenix: xD
Livid Phoenix: gotcha. ^.^
Long Live CNC: you can now send to my new e-mail
Livid Phoenix: alrighty. ^.^ very timely, I just finished.
Long Live CNC: good
Livid Phoenix: sent!
Long Live CNC: which e-mail
Livid Phoenix: the new one.
Long Live CNC: I dont see it
Long Live CNC: hmm
Long Live CNC: I still dont have yours
Livid Phoenix: my email?
Long Live CNC: yeah
Livid Phoenix: I'll send it to the old one.
Long Live CNC: by going through sent items, check where you sent it
Livid Phoenix: I sent it to the old one now too.
Long Live CNC: ok
Long Live CNC: got it
Long Live CNC: I think you need to edit mine a little
Livid Phoenix: edit what?
Long Live CNC: mine
Long Live CNC: my desciption
Long Live CNC: send it later
Livid Phoenix: you want me to cut the stuff about Nicole out?
*long pause*
Livid Phoenix: yeah, y'do, I get it. y'great big silly childe.
Long Live CNC: lol
Long Live CNC: and the info about my grades. its a little too personal
Livid Phoenix: gotcha. ^.^
Livid Phoenix: be-sent.
Livid Phoenix: again.
Livid Phoenix: minus Nicole.
Livid Phoenix: she'll be heartbroken.
Livid Phoenix: oh well, we all knew Matt would be a heartbreaker. his techie attractiveness is just too much. ^.~
Long Live CNC: grr..
Livid Phoenix: ^.^
Livid Phoenix: you can always kill me later.
Long Live CNC: yeah
Livid Phoenix: kind of brings a bright new perspective on life, huh? ^.^
Long Live CNC: yup
"Remember when you ran away and I got on my knees and begged you not to leave because I'd go berserk?
Well!
You left me anyhow and then the days got worse and worse and now you see I've gone completely out of my mind!
And,
They're coming to take me away, haha, they're coming to take me away, hoho, heehee, haha, to the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time, and I'll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats and they're coming to take me away, haha!
You thought it was a joke so you laughed you laughed when I said losing you would make me flip my lid,
Right?
You know you laughed I heard you laugh you laughed and laughed and laughed and then you left but now you know I'm utterly mad.
And,
They're coming to take me away, haha, they're coming to take me away, hoho, heehee, haha, to the happy home, with trees and flowers and chirping birds and basketweavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes and they're coming to take me away, haha!"
Just got back from the dance and finished becoming me again.
We got glowsticks, which is no less than joyous, and stayed at the dance itself for about an hour and a half, maybe a little more, before going "screw it!!" and taking up our friend Mitchell's offer of letting us take back our temporarily confiscated boom box and listen to our music outside. We did this, and were warned not to do it again, but we didn't get in trouble.
While we were in the dance, we hung out with Matt and, a little, Mitchell. After we left, however, Mitchell was our one and only male companion, which meant a lot of hugs. Mitchell's cool, partially 'cause he doesn't run away from female affection like Matt does. ^.^
We listened to Hallelujah like, three times, and Laura was crying, and I wasn't quite, I was singing and my voice was dying of overuse. We sang along with I'm a Believer, too, even Mitchell, which was cool. Ashley threw her glowstick ring into a tree by accident, but eventually recovered it. Tina's dad was late, which was good, not bad, and the remainder of our number hugged Mitchell goodbye and left in a shiny red Ford Focus. Then I reported to mom, who still thinks I like Matt, and I say, "no, Mom, you're very silly" and I want to say "stop trying to live through me, mom," but I don't.
It was really cold. I had a huge coat but was wearing ballet-slipperish things and no gloves, so my little extremities were numb.
I have Youth Court mock trials tomorrow. And I'm tired. So, so tired. My face is covered with makeup which I will wash off with vigor before I sleep. . .
One blink for no, two for yes. . .
. . . . . entries for 16.10.03 . . . . .
You will be hunted. your the one that always hides
in the crowds. never fights the scared one.
Your the one that will most likely be killed.
In the end, will you hunt or be hunted?
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Shit, that's morbid, man! Squall killed Rinoa! . . .
Well. . . I never liked her, but I never wanted her dead, either.
Hey, Greg's blog is public. I just noticed that on the sidebar. Weeeird. Greg, you have a bunch of weirdos coming on your blog!
Tied going into the ninth! DAMN IT ALL!!!!!
Greg will not rest until I make him a puppet. I say, no, Greg, I don't know how to make puppets, I am not going to make you a puppet, make your own damned puppet, and Greg says, he says, I am above manual labor! I cannot make a puppet! What's your price? I require a puppet!
"You can't lose, you losers!!"
"Don't say losers!" ~Erin and Mother of Erin, on the Yankees
"There are other, um, one-syllable violent verbs with long A sounds in them!!" ~Me
Okay, wow, Shannon can't spell "Afghan" . . .
Hey, today was a hellday!! I haven't realized that a day was a hellday in like, six months at least. Craaaazy.
My essay is done. Phew!
YOU DAMNED YANKEES HAD BETTER KICK UNHOLY ASS!!
But yeah, the SN change probably won't go down until more people know about it. And feel free to criticize my choice of new SN and try to get me to change it to something cute like HottChic489. After all, we all know how cool screenames like that are. . .
Hey. I'm going to change my AOL SN. I think I will no longer be a livid phoenix, but a dancing naiad instead. Anyone who needs to know about this change will be further warned of it.
Alright, so I put Zermeena's bloggy in the quotes, and I'm doing my homework, and SHIT, I hope I can finish this essay.
. . . . . entries for 15.10.03 . . . . .
Y'know what I need? That thing John had in class today, that squeezy-stress-reliever-thingy. I totally need one of those.
I'm going to have one hell of a day tomorrow, I can tell you. First stop of the day, the office to pick up my calculator, which I gave to Emma for math class this afternoon. She won't be in school, so her father is dropping off the accursed thing in the office in the morning for me to pick up. I would just say "oh, Emma, that's alright, I don't really need it that badly!" but the fact is I DO need it VERY badly, because I have a HUGE, BIGASS, FRIGGIN' NINETY POINT MATH TEST tomorrow.
Which Baciewitz has specifically warned us about.
I, um, also have a science test which I'm altogether not concerned about.
Oh yes, and don't forget the research paper that's due Friday which I'll have to finish tomorrow. As in, no afterschool nap for Erin and I'll have to try to make dad understand that YES, I have to start my homework RIGHT NOW. And YES, I have to MAKE MYSELF DO IT. This'll probably mean just using I.E. after fetching a site or two from AOHell, so that I don't have to bugger around with people talking to me.
I haven't touched my math homework, and it seems pointless to do so to me, since I don't have my calculator and I know all the method. And he never checks it.
And apparently we have a stalker in California who keeps calling us.
Billy is supposed to be back from Kung Fu by now.
Grr. . .
. . . . . entries for 13.10.03 . . . . .
Just had a very long and engaging conversation about literature with Dan. ^.^ That was cool. Thank you, Cassie, for introducing me to good books.
Don't you love how a Japanese-made futuristic video game is based almost entirely on a Western religious mythology?
*coughcoughFINALcoughwheezeFANTASYSEVENcoughcough*
Don't you love how a Western space epic is based almost entirely on an Eastern religious set of ideals?
*coughSTARcoughcoughgagWARS*
Yeah. . . I love that.
You're Most Like The Season ... NO wait! Hold it!
You're not like a season at all! You're a
psycho... You need a new season created just
for you.
You either answered wildly to be different, or you
truly are a 'special case'. Independant -
maybe, Intelligent - somewhat. Weird and wacky
- most certainly.
A nut case, a fruit cake, the joker, the insane
lunatic :) However be careful or you may get
locked up.
Well Done... You're not at home in any of the
seasons, you creat your own.
?? Which Season Are You ??
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Okay, look. That's just fucking awesome. Look at the COWS.
You are Form 1, Goddess: The Creator.
"And The Goddess planted the acorn of life.
She cried a single tear and shed a single drop
of blood upon the earth where she buried it.
From her blood and tear, the acorn grew into
the world."
Some examples of the Goddess Form are Gaia (Greek),
Jehova (Christian), and Brahma (Indian).
The Goddess is associated with the concept of
creation, the number 1, and the element of
earth.
Her sign is the dawn sun.
As a member of Form 1, you are a charismatic
individual and people are drawn to you.
Although sometimes you may seem emotionally
distant, you are deeply in tune with other
people's feelings and have tremendous empathy.
Sometimes you have a tendency to neglect your
own self. Goddesses are the best friends to
have because they're always willing to help.
Which Mythological Form Are You?
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That's a really awesome quiz! Wow! I'm so totally impressed by this person's knowledge of religious mythology!
. . . . . entries for 12.10.03 . . . . .
For all of my griping, now that there are clouds in the sky again, I really do miss the perfect weather. . .
My aunt is here right now, but she and my father are discussing my grandfather, and my mother is giving helpful hints. It isn't a matter I have any real knowledge or say in, so I stepped out to check on the dog and disappeared.
I love cats. This is a rather random comment, but very true and heartfelt because I love cats. :)
Choooocolate. . .
. . . . . entries for 11.10.03 . . . . .
"He rocked my world."
"And he shook our paint." ~Erin and Erin's mom
There were a lot of bloggable things said today, but I forgot most of them, and anyway Shannon will want to post some of them.
Tonight is a night for sleeping, and for being alive, because tomorrow is a day for living, and a day for being asleep.
. . . . . entries for 10.10.03 . . . . .
There is a point at which one has to wish that it would be too hot, or too cold, or too humid, or too dry.
Or too SOMETHING.
Because there is a point at which the full moon and wet grass and perfect temperature are all just too much.
Everyone, go to ratemyteachers.com!! (This includes Johnnies and any other random people that don't go to NHS! It's all there!)
This is my "If you were a god" meme. :)
Cool. ^.^
(When I put in my whole name I was the goddess of children, element earth, companion phoenix, weak against fire, and I used a rifle, and I was like, what the hell, that makes NO sense. So I just entered my first name instead.)
This is very, very wonderful.
. . . . . entries for 9.10.03 . . . . .
Medri is your Vampire name.
You are a god/goddess to everyone around you.
Nobody will ever say a bad thing about you or
turn against you, because nobody is better than
you at anything.
To use your new Vampire name and become a Vampire,
go here:
www.life-blood.cjb.net
What is your Vampire name?
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Okay, so why am I so amused by this?
Hey, Greg's blog is up now too. :) Coca-cola enjoy.
I think I may just do exceedingly well in the disturbing story contest.
A GAME-BOY. Youre like a tomboy without the love of
sports. Reality sucks, but as long as you have
your electronics you feel you can cope. Time
goes unnoticed when youre locked in your room
hooked up to your Nintendo, rocking to your
favourite collection of guitar-driven albums.
Your virtues: Intelligence, sense-of-humour,
individuality.
Your flaws: Inability to cope with real life,
action-freak spirit, reclusive nature.
EXTRA: Your personality type is the only one on
this quiz that would enjoy www.life-
blood.cjb.net. Check it out!
What kind of girl are you?
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Damn skippy I am!!
Morpheus
?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??
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Damn skippy I am.
These are the Blunt Truth results. . . enjoy.
And who the hell is "Me ;)"?
Tonight IS nicer. There's mist in the air, unreal mist that clumps into pieces that fit together almost flawlessly, with only tiny crevasses in between. The moon isn't up very high yet, but when it is I'm sure it'll be as bright as last night.
So like, I was singing after Youth Court ended. It ended very early. Fifty minutes early, to be quite precise. First I was talking to Nicole and Asmaa, then we went inside and called our folks, and we talked briefly about how cool it is that Asmaa is bilingual (she speaks Arabic and English). Then we talked about cars, then they left. So I was singing Vincent, because that's what I'm inclined to do when I'm alone on a starry, starry night. Ha. Ha. Ha.
And Jason was listening to me, which I find a little creepy. I don't even sing that well. When I was just through the first verse or so he came around the corner and asked me if I'd been in touch with my mom, if she was coming soon or at 8:30. I said yes, she was coming soonish, why? And he asked if I had a cell phone, no, I don't have one on my person. And he says shoot, my mom's gonna be forever coming here. And he talks a little longer, then he leaves me alone. So I re-start my song, and I look over around the last verse, and he's standing half-around the corner. I think he noticed I saw him, because he walked back towards the doors afterwords.
Creepy, isn't it? I mean really. I can't sing, especially not that song. I had it in a screwy key so I was skipping around the octaves. But he was listening.
Weeeeird Jason. . .
Today is an even nicer day than yesterday, which may mean that tonight will be nicer too. . .
. . . . . entries for 8.10.03 . . . . .
Tonight is the most beautiful night in my memory. It's just a tad cold, and the dew is already thick in the grass. Not a cloud in the sky, but you can't see the stars because the light of the full moon is too bright, so bright it casts definite black shadows in the silver glow. . .
I wish I could sleep outside tonight.
With a big mug of hot chocolate.
And a close friend close at hand.
Or something.
A nameless character, someone lost behind the mask,
another type of main character...you are
forgotten within yourself, lonely and yet
trying to comfort others who are in pain as
you. You seem to wear a mask so they cannot see
you sad, so you wear the mask to lock away the
true pain inside...but one day, you will be
able to take off the mask, and live in the
light...
What Type Of Anime Character are you?
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Why, what a shocker.
"Oh shit, I knew I forgot something!" ~Matt
Figure out this anagram:
Vi pol yme ca sept asa
Hint: It has something to do with the book Snow Crash
The Yankees had better kick the Sox's ass, because Kochie needs to be deflated and SO DOES PAUL!!!
Yeah. . . I'm typing up my disturbed story, entitled Drug Trip, which you may have the priveledge of reading soon if you're clued into the disturbed story contest.
If you're not, here's the deal: Kochie and I had a random idea today at lunch to have a disturbing (as in, gives you nightmares, leaves a scar on your psyche) storywriting contest. I'm already done with mine, because. . . I'm just like that.
It's based on Snow Crash, though, but in a Neil Gaiman poetry-like style, like the story Virus if you're familiar with it.
If you're not, get familiar. It's a really great story and only like, three pages long.
xD Sooner or later I'll also post the results of my Blunt Truth quiz. . . so far they're highly amusing.
I wonder if people are being at all serious?
. . . . . entries for 7.10.03 . . . . .
What do you really think of me?
Ooooh. . . hot chocolate. . .
(I made myself some really awesome over-the-stove old-school hot cocoa and it's SOOOO GOOOOOD. . .)
. . . . . entries for 6.10.03 . . . . .
"But I thought incest WAS cool!" ~Billy
"I thought you said you hugged my cow, and I was like, what?" ~Me
. . . . . entries for 4.10.03 . . . . .
Homecoming sucked just as much as the other dance did. Possibly more. Probably not, though. This time two couples were there to harass, although one of them I didn't harass, and one half of it eventually ran away claiming it was sick anyway.
The other couple consisted of Nicole and Matt, both of which I took great pleasure in harassing quite a bit. I don't think they ever did dance.
And, of course, I didn't dance with anybody. Only rap played anyway. There weren't very many of my friends who danced with anyone. I requested The Bad Touch, which the D.J.'s had probably never heard of, and if they did, they didn't know they had. Next dance (besides the party von rebellion we're having at Tina's house) I'm gonna request something by the Beatles and see if they play it. They probably won't. Fucking senior D.J.'s.
They gave me a huge Pixy Stik. Why, I don't know. Students Against Destructive Decisions (SADD) is the provider of these Pixy Stiks. I find this ironic.
That is going to be the only opportunity we'll have for good music. Seriously. Everything else sucks so much. I hate it. Hate it, hate it, hate it.
And I am going to be a catlady.
. . . . . entries for 3.10.03 . . . . .
Utsav, you jackass!! It's me! Just because I said I'd look like a crack whore who was puked upon by a highlighter doesn't mean that I'm not me! ^.^() And. . . I will! So there!
(I mean, obviously the boy doesn't know me very well, does he?)
"Everybody run,
The homecoming queen's got a gun,
Everybody run,
The homecoming queen's got a gun!
Debbie's smiling and waving her gun,
Picking off cheerleaders one by one,
Oh, Buffy's pompom just blew to bits!
Oh, now Mitzi's head just did the splits!
God, my best friend's on a shooting spree!
Stop it, Debbie, you're embarrassing me!
How could you do what you just did?
Are you having a really bad period?
Everybody run,
The homecoming queen's got a gun,
Everybody run,
The homecoming queen's got a gun!
Stop it Debbie, you're making me mess,
You've got gunpowder all over your dress
An hour later, the cops arrived,
By then the entire glee club had died (no big loss)
You wouldn't believe what they brought to stop her!
Tear gas, machine guns, even a chopper!
Throw down your gun and tiara and get out of the float!
Debbie didn't listen
To what the cops said
She aimed and she fired and now the math teacher's dead!
Oh, it's really sad, but kind of a relief,
I mean, we had this big test coming up next week!
Everybody run,
The homecoming queen's got a gun,
Everybody run,
The homecoming queen's got a gun!
Debbie's really having a blast,
She's wasting half of the class,
The cops fired a warning shot that blew her off the float,
I tried to scream duck but it stuck in my throat,
She hit the ground and did a flip, it was real acrobatic,
But I was crying so hard I couldn't work my instamatic,
I ran down to Debbie, I had to find out,
What made her do it? Why'd she freak out?
I saw the bullet had got her right in the ear,
I knew then, the end was near. . .
So I ran down, and I said, in her good ear,
Debbie, why did you do it?
She raised her head, smiled, and said,
I did it. . . for Johnny.
Johnny?
Well like, who's Johnny?
Answer me, Debbie, who's Johnny?
Does anybody here know Johnny?
Are you Johnny?
There was one guy named Johnny but he was a total geek, he always had food in his braces!
Answer me Debbie, who's Johnny?
Oh my god, this is like that movie Citizen King where you later find out Rosebud is a slut, but we'll never know who Johnny is 'cause like. . . she's dead!
Everybody run,
The homecoming queen's got a gun,
Everybody run,
The homecoming queen's got a gun. . ."
. . . . . entries for 1.10.03 . . . . .
Um? My comments? Where did they go?
come home?
.:people:.
{ting}
she looks like the real thing
{mari}
out and about
[kelsey]
THIS IS AMERICA
{yianni}
stop being depressed
{alisa}
other
[shannon]
close and far
{frank}
islands where no islands should go
[cassie]
eating knowledge
{colin}
my dm
[emily]
shoulder to the wheel
[brian]
nostalgic for fantasy
[nicole]
industry insider
{elle}
angry enviro
[matt]
never heard of miyazaki
[pirate dan]
are you reading this?
[olga]
distracted
[messiah dan]
messiah/believer
{max}
approach focus
[natalie]
wait a minute
[susan]
solitude
{greg}
manbeargreg
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turtles! turtles! by araglas
(heavily modified by yours truly)