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So, the trailer for the new NOES made me fly into a rage and all that good stuff.

Neeever speaking of it again.


SO! Like, apparently, I only update a couple times a year. Looking at my journal history,
there are four entries separating my entry I made LAST year's thanksgiving. Neat!

Still, nothing this year can top Rick Rolling billions of people. I don't think. Surprise me, Macy's.

Oh, and Batman: Arkham Asylum?

Possibly the greatest fucking game I've played in a long fucking time. The detail is mind blowing and who doesn't love Hamill Joker?

Honestly.

Also, I got into the acting school I wanted! Kudos for me!
Very excited for classes to start--and to find a job that pays more than 8.50 an hour. Dear sweet Jesus, yes.

SO, this theatre by my house is being mobbed every night--for the past week I might mention--by Twifags.

I and my accomplice Grace are going to infiltrate one of the upcoming Twilight showings soon, either here or West Hollywood. We almost did opening night, but we decided against it seeing as they probably would have torn us apart.

Our mission is clear.

May God Be With Us.

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With my essay of 'fuck' out of the way, and the rage has calmed, my opinion stands thus.


I call mother fucking shenanigans on Newline's bullshit.


Also, way to go John Carpenter. You've ruined Micheal forever. Because you let Rob shit-spewing Zombie take your movies and turn them into horrible movie-resembling goo.

Shit-goo.

I could go on forever about how fucking horrible Dr. Loomis seems in the relentless ads floating around the boob-tube, but I won't. Unless you ask. Then you just fucking asked for it.

I was watching NOES 2 the other day, and I was so fucking sad. Once upon a time, many a joke was made at the expense of the gay-ridden sequel. All out of love, of course. Because let's face it, that shit is funny as hell. But I just couldn't bring myself to do it this time.

Because I realized any sequel following this shit-pile remake will ruin the awful wonderfulness of every homo-innuendo hormone filled parakeet exploding moment of this movie.

Cocksuckers.


Oh, Robbie. Robbie, Robbie, Robbie. Sigh.


On a lighter note, Dark Castle have now become my new pet production people. Orphan did not disappoint.

Also, Drag Me To Hell.

Funniest fucking thing I've seen in years. Cole and I saw the 8pm show, stepped out after it ended, bought tickets, and saw the 11pm. -Fuck- yes.

Also, he's one of the greatest people to watch horror movies with. Laughing at inappropriate things has never been so fun.


This is a little shorter than any of my other rants. A handful of you know me, and the epicness of my Fred ranting.

It's epic.

Oh, yes it is.

The reason why being that if I ranted at the full force of my usual bitchfest, it would take me days to finish it. Days.

I've had a good one going all fucking weekend. Thank god that boy loves me.

So, if you REALLY WANNA, I'll give you the full extent of it. You've been warned.


In other news, I have noodles. Noodles are my friend.


Also,

If you comment....
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you which song or movie you remind me of.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wondered about you.
8. I'll tell you my favourite thing about you.
9. I'll tell you my least favorite thing about you.
10. If you play, you MUST post this on yours.

The laws of the internet are binding, betches.

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Y'know, for a minute there, I thought they might've just went 'LOL, DISREGARD THAT, I SUCK COCKS'.

But no.

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And now.

Rage.

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Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuc... ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/22750900/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/22750900/ Fri, 23 Jan 2009 02:01:41 PST
Does over-population mean anything anymore? -Really-? *Really*?

More children being thrown into this 'fail-safe' system of fostering, and letting a 13-year-old, carrying a rape-baby--from her foster father no less--get an abortion is morally wrong.

The fetus is not a person yet. If anything, it's a parasite. A bundle of cells with no consciousness, and no being whatsoever. Scientifically.

You wanna know the most fucktarded thing anyone's ever said? To me, at least. Someone called me a hypocrite because I'm pro-choice. And I was adopted.

What. The. Fuck.

Condoms aren't rocket-science. Sex-ed isn't hard. And...babies shouldn't have babies. Women are allowed the choice. And like it's been said, "We are reminded that this decision not only protects women's health and reproductive freedom, but stands for a broader principle: that government should not intrude on our most private family matters,"

That's my view, and like a lot of things, I'm entitled to it.

And if you haven't commented on my journal in a number of years, don't start now just because you wanna write in all caps, call me a baby-killer, or open a heated debate with me involving morality, please. Come on. I did say please.

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I can feel it.


Or fake it really well. Either way, I'm going to try my damnedest. At everything.

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[link]


This is the most epic of all Rick Rolls ever.

Ever.

This is a good day.

]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/19348393/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/19348393/ Sat, 12 Jul 2008 04:17:55 PDT
Fucking shame.

The old line up of Powerpuff Girls, Dexter's Lab, Johnny Bravo, Cow and Chicken, Ed Edd and Eddy, Courage the Cowardly Dog, Sheep in the Big City, Grim and Evil, etc etc.

I remember the nights Bubbles used to host the Fridays. Those were my favorites, I'm not sure why. They'd trade off between her, Double-D, Eustace, Cow, Johnny Bravo and such.

I think the Sheep hosted one night too...

I miss Space Ghost: Coast to Coast too, and Cartoon Planet. The What a Cartoon show.

Jesus, what happened to children's television? The only decent shows--that can make me laugh, anyway--are the...two new ones, Chowder and The Misadventures of Flapjack.

There's a reality show on the N now. wtf.

Although, H20, the mermaid show on Nickelodeon, and Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide just...remind me of the live action they used to have on Nick. Roundhouse, Salute your Shorts, Hey Dude, Clarissa Explains it All, Are You Afraid of the Dark?, The original All That, Kenan and Kel--

And my all time favorite show, The Adventures of Pete and Pete.

When Nick played good cartoons, like Rocko's Modern Life, or the old, old Rugrats. Kablam, too. Hell, fucking What Would You Do, Legends of the Hidden Temple, Guts, Double Dare with Mark Summers, You Can't Say That On Television--

The entire Snick line-up was gold...I remember the weekend they auctioned off the Big Orange Couch. I wanted that thing so bad. Didn't get it, though...and then, Snick was no more. Teen Nick moved in, along with that...weird-assed slime weekdays thing, and even that didn't last long.

What happened to Pinky and the Brain and the Animaniacs? To Tiny Toons' Adventures? Histeria?

What fucking happened to -Looney Tunes- for crying out loud? Met a friend of mine's kid yesterday, and they didn't know who Bugs was.


I'm telling you.

Fucking shame.

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I HAVE A COMMERCIAL!!!!!!!

*is awesome today*

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Rot. In. Hell.





Hey, I can take a second and be pissed as all get out, so you can suck a cock if you have a fucking problem.

]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/16269077/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/16269077/ Sat, 05 Jan 2008 11:14:02 PST And LiveJournal is fucking me...
But I'm alive and such.


George Hearn is my favorite Sweeney Todd.

]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/15481987/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/15481987/ Mon, 12 Nov 2007 16:35:01 PST
You see, back home in texas, I had this...well, I don't know what to call it. It was a collection, of random things on top of my stereo and my dresser top. I have a triangular box of rose petals I've been collecting since my last ballet recital..I was eight.

I have a candle holder that has various melted candles on it, and an indian painted wooden trinket that's full of safety pins I got for christmas from a secret santa at ACC. Dangling from the candle-holder are four glass crystals, and a little red bell tied on a red ribbon.

Around it are two masks I bought from my first trip to Italy with my parents. One is painted so beautifully, split almost directly down the middle; one half in dark colors, with golden leaves, lush red flowers, blue petals and the like. The other half is molded with gold-leaf, and has little strips of music notes and bars. It's a beautiful little half-mask. The other mask is much cheaper, but I loved it. It's painted gold, with black feathers sprouting from it. At the crest, where the arch of the nose starts, is a blue jewel. Three brown feathers sprout from it. Tiny ones.

Beside these is a glass jar, a christmas loon painted on it, holly wrapped around it's neck. There are little dots of snow all over it, in groups of three. Inside it is potpourri, and it smells like ginger, cinnamon, and pine. It was a gift from my brother, many years ago. It's always meant alot to me.

Around all that are a few small things. One is a tiny basket, one from the old, old Walk-Through-Bethlehem at my church. We had something of a fair just before christmas, and alot of the people that worked at the church, my grandparents included, set up this huge reenactment of Bethlehem, the Manger Scene and all. They used to have a market in one of the bigger rooms, and my mentor for my confirmation sold baskets. She gave me one of the tiny ones, and I've had it ever since. I was...five, maybe. I hated confirmation...and the people at my church were just so...fake. My parents stopped taking us to church -ages- ago. But the Walk-Through-Bethlehem was the highlight of my year for awhile. Getting to play around in costumes, buy things from the vendors with sheckles, swiping rock candy from the sugar-seller when he wasn't looking. It was something my whole family did together, grandparents and all, where we got along and had fun. That tiny basket and a clay pot are all I have left from it.

Beside that is a small silver box. Like a jewelry box. On the lid, a scene from the Restoration period is carved. Two men sit, playing chess, while three women stand by behind them, in their large wigs, gowns, holding fans before their faces. The inside of the box is lined with red velvet. It sits on four skinny feet. I think my mother gave it to me. I've just always had it. Beside that is a little crystal rose, the petals dark red, the center in clear crystal. Mag sent it to me, ages ago, for my birthday..

Then, there's my little doll. She's a bitty doll, in a white dress, dotted with pink and blue flowers on brown and green branches. She has a tiny dark green apron with white polka-dots, and a white hat with the same green trim. She has little plain black shoes, and white bloomers. Her hair is dark brown, and in pigtails. Her eyes are brown, and she has tiny pink painted lips. I never named her. I don't remember where I got her...I was on vacation with my parents. Somewhere in NoMansLand, in the country...and I asked for her.

Behind her, as well as the split mask from Venice, is a ceramic fairy. She's fairly big. She has pale pale skin, and golden hair. Pink lips, and blue eyes. On her head is a pink flower, with two dark green leaves acting as a headband. Her wings are large, like great leaves, in a dark dark teal. She sits on her knees, head tilted slightly to the left, gazing upwards, hands folded on her legs. I painted her myself, at..a girl's birthday party I don't know anymore. I was ten.

Behind all this, leaning against one of the three mirrors to my bureau, is a collection of roses. Fake ones, mind you. One is very tall, velveted petals, very real-looking. A gift from one of the cable channels from my dad's work. Same as a nother rose, smaller, just as real-looking. There's a very very tall one, not as real, with red and white ribbons attached to it, and a small white plastic bear. A gift from a boy who used me as a rebound from his 4-year relationship. There are four other roses, three are dark, dark colored, the most realistic in terms of shape. I bought them for a project, but couldn't bring myself to cut them all up. The last is a dark, large, black rose, covered in fake dew. A gift from Marcus. An ex, but one of the best friends I ever had. I haven't honestly spoken... ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/14480833/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/14480833/ Tue, 04 Sep 2007 01:05:50 PDT
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Yes, I most certainly do.

]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/12402888/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/12402888/ Sat, 31 Mar 2007 13:49:55 PDT
Of May, that is. Expect a slew of piratical things...*is a sad fanchild*

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Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot,
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Maraud and embezzle, and even high-jack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We kindle and char, inflame and ignite,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We burn up the city, we're really a fright,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

We're rascals, scoundrels, villans, and knaves,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We're beggars and blighters, ne'er-do-well cads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/12126547/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/12126547/ Sat, 10 Mar 2007 04:37:28 PST
The wizard and the demon had a battle royaal...
The demon almost killed him with an evil 'ka-pow'...
But then he broke his tooth and thus the demon said OW--

COS IT'S THE PICK!!! Of Destiny, child, you know it will be rockin' because it's FUCKIN' INSANE!!

And he who's a geezer must live in my freezer--
and she who is snarky is full of malarky--
and he who is GROOVY must be in my MOVIE, so come on!!

And if you're a diva then go to Geneva,
and if you're a cronie, then suck on my boneh!
and if you are groovy, then GET in my MOVIE,

IT'S CALLED THE-PICK-OF-DESTINY!

THE PICK OF DESTIN-EEEE....

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Check this riff, it's fucking TASTY!!!!

]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/11857281/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/11857281/ Sat, 17 Feb 2007 16:07:18 PST
Oh, well.

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Happy New Year!

]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/11182780/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/11182780/ Mon, 25 Dec 2006 01:55:09 PST Let your heart be light
From now on,
our troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yule-tide gay,
From now on,
our troubles will be miles away.

Here we are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.

Through the years
We all will be together,
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star
upon the highest bough.
And have yourself
A merry little Christmas now.

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]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/10978068/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/10978068/ Wed, 06 Dec 2006 22:08:13 PST
LOVE.

I'm nearing 4,000 page views!!! Whoever gets it, and screencaps, I will do a piece of anything you like! Drawing, ficlet, poem, photowhatever, you got it, man.

I LOVE YOU ALL.

OhmyGOD, the pirates...

]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/10967108/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/10967108/ Tue, 05 Dec 2006 23:57:45 PST
MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Mind the boat, watch the tide. Don't touch my dirt."

HANDS OFF BARBOSSA.

HE'S MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII INE.

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Happy, happy turkey day,
Hunger pains will go away
When you hear the pilgram's say:
It's Happy Turkey Day!
Happy, happy Turkey Day,
Lets all eat the indian way,
When you hear the people say:
It's Happy Turkey Day! Yay!

]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/10685706/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/10685706/ Sat, 11 Nov 2006 01:51:38 PST
Not alot of things to update. This island is to die for.

]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/10564942/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/10564942/ Mon, 30 Oct 2006 22:04:07 PST Come with us and you will see, this our town of Halloween!

This is Halloween, This is Halloween,
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night!

This is halloween, everybody make a scene,
Trick or treat til the neighbors gonna die of fright!

It's our town, EVERYBODY SCREAM!

In this town of Halloweeeeen....

]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/10455311/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/10455311/ Fri, 20 Oct 2006 11:59:37 PDT
For those of you who never got wind of it, and I apologize, I've moved to Hawaii. No joke. I'm sitting in my new house...

It's big.

It's empty.

And I've been sleeping on the floor.

Fun stuff.

It's 1pm back home, almost 2pm, and it's 8am here, almost 9am.


It's crazy.

Until the crazy dies down, I dunno if I'll be posting much. >.> Not that a post alot anyway.

Love you all!

Mahalo!

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]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/10136982/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/10136982/ Wed, 20 Sep 2006 20:33:23 PDT
For the people that posted in my last journal, yes, I'm still doing your stuff.

theBlackdrac, I AM SO SORRY. The poem I wrote you is on my dad's laptop, and he's in Hawaii for a month. ;--; PLEASE FORGIVE ME. I will post it the SECOND I get it back.

Grace, yours is almost finished.

Zack, wtf? What writing are you supposed to post for me to reference? XDD

Much love! ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/10013240/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/10013240/ Fri, 08 Sep 2006 20:14:15 PDT
The world suddenly feels less happy...less wild...less safe.

God love and keep The Crocodile Hunter.

We'll miss him so dearly. ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/9816689/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/9816689/ Tue, 22 Aug 2006 14:00:27 PDT

I'll be gone for a little while, so I won't be updating or commenting much. ;-;

MISS ME!! ;---; Please?

OH, and Blackdrac, I have your poem finished. It's just on my computer back home. *headdesk* I'll post it as soon as I get home.

MUCH LOVE EVERYONE ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/9582646/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/9582646/ Wed, 02 Aug 2006 23:10:13 PDT


Drink up, me hearties, YO-HO!!! ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/9436863/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/9436863/ Thu, 20 Jul 2006 11:47:03 PDT We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot,
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Maraud and embezzle, and even high-jack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We kindle and char, inflame and ignite,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We burn up the city, we're really a fright,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

We're rascals, scoundrels, villans, and knaves,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We're beggars and blighters, ne'er-do-well cads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/9242428/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/9242428/ Sat, 01 Jul 2006 13:47:00 PDT
My COMPLETE collection of the Freddy's Nightmares circa 1980-1990s TELEVISION SHOW!! God bless eBay, and all they work for. Leaving out the people that sell their virginity, babies, and kidneys. And cotton balls.

AND I'm looking into the patent on that blood used in Hellraiser: Deader and Hellworld...if he sells that shit, he'll be a millionaire. *praises Gary J. Tunnicliffe* He totally owns me. He was actually in Hellworld you know, as a Bound Cenobite. Did his own make-up. XD That makes me so happy. GARY DESERVES YOUR LOVE...NOW.

Anyway.

TRADES. Totally up for 'em. ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/9082160/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/9082160/ Thu, 15 Jun 2006 22:36:17 PDT
[link]

PLEEEEAAAAASE check it out and review. I'll give you cookies.

It's based on this really fucked up dream I had, listening to Rent while sleeping. It'll be great.

AND READ MY OTHER FANFICTION PLZ. Mostly, my JTHM fics, and my NOES fic. They're the good ones. >.>

MUCH LOVE ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/8987113/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/8987113/ Tue, 06 Jun 2006 10:02:09 PDT ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/8978620/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/8978620/ Mon, 05 Jun 2006 13:31:34 PDT ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/8700313/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/8700313/ Sun, 07 May 2006 12:01:55 PDT ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/8515812/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/8515812/ Tue, 18 Apr 2006 22:01:54 PDT
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Lee Harvy Oswald: You think it's dumb?! If I shouldn't kill myself, what should I do?! GO HOME?! Beg [Marina] to take me back?! Plead with her, beat her up?!

John Wilkes Booth: You tried all that, it doesn't work.

Oswald: I KNOW IT DOESN'T WORK! So tell me what I SHOULD do?!!

Booth: You should kill the president of the United States.

[pause]

Oswald:..What?

Booth: His plane landed at the airport fifteen minutes ago. He's comming into town to make a speech. His motorist is going to go right past this window. When it does, you are going to shoot him.

Oswald: You're nuts.

Booth: Maybe I am. So what?

Oswald: I didn't come here to shoot the president.

Booth: He didn't come here to get shot. All your life, you've been a victim, Lee. A victim of indifference and neglect. Of your mother's scorn, your wife's contempt, of soviet stupidity, American injustice. You've finally had enough, so how are you planning to get even? By becomming your -own- victim.

Oswald: I'm not a murderer.

Booth: Who said you were?

Oswald: You just said I should kill the President!

Booth: Lee, when you kill a -President-, it isn't -murder-. Murder is a tawdry little crime; it's born of greed, or lust, or liqour. Adulterers and shopkeepers get murdered. But when a President gets killed, when Julius Caesar got killed--he was assassinated. And the man who did it...

Oswald: Brutus.

Booth: Ah! You know his name. Brutus assassinated Caesar--what--two thousand years ago, and here's a highschool drop-out with a dollar-twenty-five an hour job in Dallas, Texas, who knows who he was. And they say fame is fleeting...

Oswald: This is stupid. Up here on the sixth floor, what would I do? Throw school books at him?

Booth: What's in the package, Lee.

Oswald: What package?

Booth: The package you brought to work. What's in it?

Oswald: Curtain rods.

Booth: You sure?

Oswald: Sure I'm sure. Marina wanted me to take 'em to the--
(Booth tosses the package to Oswald, who opens it, revealing a high-powered rifle.)

Booth: That's a Mannlicher-Carcano. 6.5 milimeter. Stopping range 900 yards. The sight's already been adjusted.

Oswald:...Who are you?

Booth: My name is John Wilkes Booth, Lee.

Oswald: John Wilkes Booth shot Abraham Lincoln.

Booth: Attention has been paid. ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/8420441/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/8420441/ Sun, 09 Apr 2006 18:16:36 PDT ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/7650637/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/7650637/ Thu, 19 Jan 2006 17:16:58 PST
Ooooh, my Goodness.

My obsessions are terrifying when I REALLY think about them.
Like mine with Freddy.

Oh, DAMN.


I love him so. ;-;


Anyhoo, nothing new around here...I'm trying to finish some poetry and art projects and such, so I should update soon.

TRADES! COMMENT FOR TRADES!!!
Trading is fun. ^^


I love you aaaaaaaaaaaaall....


Yis.

"That...hockeyPUCK!!" ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/7417497/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/7417497/ Sun, 25 Dec 2005 20:29:44 PST
Merry Christmas, have a Merry Christmas!
May your days be jolly and fun!
Joy and mirth 'til day is done!
Merry Christmas everyone!

]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/7272303/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/7272303/ Sat, 10 Dec 2005 09:06:51 PST
He said he was going to hang out with me during the dinner break. Since he hasn't been doing the Carol this year, I don't see him nearly as often as I used to.

He -better- show up, the little fruit...


In OTHER news...

*sighs*

Fuckin' A. What is UP with this?

I can't seem to fall -out- of this..."depression".

I'm not 'depressed'.

I'm tired.
I'm nervy.
I can't seem to see what I'm doing here.
Thank God it isn't like last year.


I'm starting to feel like my little emotional rants aren't going anywhere. It isn't worth it to do them anymore because they start sounding the same to me. I can't stop them.

I hate being like this.
I do.

Oh, well...

Off to the Theatre! ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/7240753/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/7240753/ Tue, 06 Dec 2005 17:43:59 PST
----

1. Were you named after anyone?
Nope!

2. When did you last cry?
Hmmm...?

3. What is your most embarrassing CD?
*snerk* Don't have one. I'm proud of them all.
Including the Spice Girls.
They're the shit.

4. Have you ever told a secret you swore not to tell?
Nope!

5. How do you release anger?
Eh?

6. Do you trust others too easily?
No, not really.

7. What class in high school do you think was totally useless?
All math courses.

8. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
Yep.

9. Favorite movie(s):
You should ALL know this answer. XP

10. Which celebrity do you most resemble?
...? Dunno. Never thought about that.

11. What are your favorite colors?
Alot, dude.

12. What are you listening to right now?
A Chorus Line. XD I'm a geek.

13. What is the weather like right now?
Cooold. I like it.

14. Favorite Drink?
Root Beer!

15. Favorite Food?
Don't make me chooooose...

16. Summer or winter?
Spring, Fall.

17. Hugs or kisses?
Both. ^^

18. Where Would You Want to Go on your Next Vacation?
Italy!

19. What Books are you reading?
Through the Looking Glass

20. What did you Watch Last Night on TV?
s-CRY-ed.

21. What's the furthest you've been away from home?
Italy. ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/6963407/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/6963407/ Sat, 05 Nov 2005 14:34:10 PST
I was mother -fucking- miserable.

With Amber.


One year ago today, I was probably sitting here, sobbing my mother fucking eyes out at the ceiling, begging God's help, Amber's forgiveness, and praying that Jesus would let her understand how sorry I was, how I didn't mean to make her so sad...

Listening to those fucking songs. Dido, Evanesence...Buffy.

-----

I lived my life in shadow, never the sun on my face.
It didn't seem so sad though, I figured that was my place.
Now I'm bathed in light. Something just isn't right.

I'm under your spell.
How else could it be, anyone would notice me?
It's magic, I can te - ll.
How you set me free, brought me out so easily.

I saw a world enchanted, spirits and charms in the air.
(And) I always took for granted, I was the only one there.
But your power shone, brighter than any I've known.

I'm under your spell.
Nothing I can do, you just took my soul with you.
You worked your charms so we - ll,
Finally I knew, everything I dreamed was true.
You made me belie - ve.

Background Interlude.

The moon through the tide, I can feel you inside.
I'm under your spell.
Surging like the sea, floating here so helplessly.
I break with every swe - ll,
Lost in ecstasy, spread beneath my Willow tree.
You make me comple - te.
You make me com - plete.
You make me com - plete.
You make me com - plete.

------


God, I thought about her all the fucking time.
I dreamed about her.
I did.

About her and FUCKING Creator-Daz...

I hated her. I hated her because I felt like she took Amber away from me...because I had to fucking compete with all the wonderful things she did for Amber. Fucking bitches. Both of them.

...

She was the nicest person.
She was.

God, I loved her...
I loved the sound of her voice.
The anicdotes.
The compliments.
The love.
The hurt.
The insults, even.

I loved it all in some sort of twisted way, I think...

I still do, really.
Somewhere.

----

I'm under your spell.
God how can this be?
Playing with my memory?
You know I've been through Hell!
[Amber], don't you see? There'll be
nothing left of me!
You made me believe...

Believe me I don't want to g - o.
And it'll grieve me 'cause I love you s - o.
But we both know...



Wish I could sa - y the right words Wish I could trust that it was just this once but I
and lead you through this land. must do what I must,I can't adjust to this disgust
Wish I could play the father and take with us and I just--
you by the hand.



Wish I could sta - y.
Wish I could sta - y.
Wish I could sta - y.
Wish I could...stay...

-----

Yeah.
Right there.

God, I don't think anyone actually understood how much I cared about her. I wanted to protect her. Always. Take care of her. Help her when she couldn't help herself. I wanted to be her safety. Her everything. Like she wanted me...

-----

You're not ready for the world outside.
You keep pretending, but you just can't hide.
I know that I said that I'd be standing by your side,
But I...

Your path's unbeaten, and it's all uphill.
And you can meet it, but you never will.
And I'm the reason that you're standing still.
But I...

I wish I could say the right words to lead you through this land,
Wish I could play the [angel], and take you by the hand.
Wish I could sta - y but now I understand
I'm standing in the way.

The cries around you, you don't hear at all.
'Cause you know I'm here, to take that call.
So you just lie there when you should be standing tall.
But I...

I wish I could lay your arms down, and let you rest at last.
Wish I could slay your demons, but now that time has passed.
Wish I could sta - y your stalwart standing-fast,
But I'm standing in the way.
I'm just standing...in the way...

-----

Jesus.

And I still go back.

I still go back and wonder if I...


Maybe it's just because I delusioned myself into it, or it's the truth and I won't believe I'm that bad a person, but...It just makes sense to me. You know? Taking the blame. I justified it all in my head...everything from the very first insult and accusation to her "abandoment" of me.

Why?

I don't know.... ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/6558865/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/6558865/ Tue, 20 Sep 2005 20:58:54 PDT I mean she swims so well, but still,
She's afraid of water.
And so she won't go near the sea...
Not me.
----

You know when you get to that point of sanity where you just...can't pull yourself into hysterics, but you're damn upset enough to want to go raving through the streets, screaming to high heaven, " God, high in your heavens, I want to be hit with a 16 ton semi!"

But you don't because you know it's stupid and you'll feel too self-concious because of the people across the street staring at you like, "What the fu..?"

So you sit there.
Doing work.
The same meaningful tasks important to your future.
So very important.
'Sides, dying isn't all it's cracked up to be.
Funerals really know how to dampen your day.

----
Katie's afraid of darkness.
I mean she sleeps and all, but still,
She's afraid of darkness.
So when the lights are out she has to hold my hand..
I don't understand.
----

Then, one morning, you wake up and reach for a bottle of Advil.
Read the label, "Do not exceed 6 pills in 24 hours".
So, you take one.
Then another.
Soon, you're on the sixth one.

It's not so dramatic, you realize.
You just want to see if it's true.

Later that morning, with great dissapointment, you discover taking 6 honestly does nothing to your daily functioning. Bummer.

Getting sick would have atleast gotten you out of class.

----

I'm not afraid of anything!
Be it mountains, water, dragons, dark or sky...
I'm not afraid of anything.
Tell me where's the challenge if you never try.
So watch me fly!
I'm not afraid.

----

On and off you smile through the day.

Smiling.

Working right.

Just like everyone expects.

You realize just how out of touch people are to eachother. And to themselves. You want to say something about what someone does to you...but you don't.

That would hurt their feelings. It would keep them away.
You love them, so you don't want to do that.

People don't take into consideration the things they do to eachother.
The things they make eachother feel.

I guess it's my problem that I'm always considering.
I'm always feeling.

Even my friends that claim they feel and listen...
They don't.

How can you blame them, really?
Sob stories aren't picnics.

----
Daddy's afraid of babies.
I mean he got through me, but now,
He's afraid of babies...
Guess he's scared of what they'll be.
Not me.

And Mama's afraid of crying.
You know, she tries to hold it in.
But she's afraid of crying.
And she can look at me with tears stuck in her eye...
And I don't know why.

----

You give so much.

Right?

That's what you like to think.
You give.
You give enough to make them happy.
You give enough so you don't lose your cool.

Careful, though.
You may not want to have all that built-up temper-keeping lash out at your family. It happens anyway, though...but who could help it?

Your mother will never be the most understanding person.
She's got the shortest temper you know.
And your friends think she's crazy, but...
It's something you've lived with all your life.

It will never seem out of place to you.

----
I'm not afraid of anything.
Be it growing old or going out of style.
I'm not afraid of anything!
Who would give up what they want without a trial?
Another mile?
I'm not afraid.
----

You give what you can spare...


You can give it all, but that wouldn't leave you well, eh?

People certainly want to take it.

I could be judging a book...
But, it's your experience.
It just happens.

But you're still standing.
Never are you gonna be knocked off your feet.

----

And I feel the calling of adventure!
And I hear the ringing in my ear!
The lights are glaring,
Trumpets blaring:
"I'm right here!"
And I hear the calling of tomorrow!!
And I feel the stirring in my bones!!
And David loves me!!....

....

He's afraid to hold me...

Listen to the calling of excitement!!
Can you feel the pounding of my heart!!
The lights are ready,
Pulse is steady,
I can start!!

Never stop the calling of a challenge!!
Blessing on the water and the stones!!
And David loves me...

... ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/6134898/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/6134898/ Thu, 04 Aug 2005 18:02:27 PDT
No. I have not died.

I've just been very busy.

Here's the deal, ladies et gentlemen:

Trades!

Leave your trade of choice of drawing, prose, or poetry from me with any content. I'm not picky, nor do I have qualms about content.

Then, I'll comment you back with MY trade.

Requests I'll take, sure. *shrug*


*gorging over her classic horror flicks*

Heee. ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/4657265/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/4657265/ Wed, 23 Feb 2005 19:54:26 PST
I'm up for trading, if anyone's interested. I'll draw, or write poetry/prose for the trades.


C'MON KIDS! YOU KNOW YOU WANNA!!!

^^ ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/4288881/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/4288881/ Mon, 10 Jan 2005 18:43:41 PST
Obession can only go so far. ;

I love Isaac Chroner. Malachi too, even though he's a insubordinate blasphemous fool.

^^ I love this movie cult so much.


Is anyone else out there a Child of He Who Walks Behind the Rows?!!

I can't find anyone to obsess with. *tear*




^^ Goood year already. ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/4017142/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/4017142/ Wed, 08 Dec 2004 07:37:18 PST
New friends.
New year.
New...feelings.

New place to be.

New work.

New wounds.

New medicine.

...I hope 2005 will be a good year.

It'll be fun.

Rinally and I are great friends.
Grace's and my friendship is still everstrong. I love her.
I love teh Sam.
I love teh Samantha.
I love teh Larke.
I love teh Mag.
I love teh Zack.
I love teh Marcy
I love everybody.
Other friendships are formed, and are healing.

We'll get through all this together.

Rinally and I are...healing. We're standing strong together, receiving help and love from our other true friends and one another.


I'm feeling better today.

In light of the Christmas spirit, I'm making gifts.

Comment with a favorite cartoon character. ^^

I will write poetry, prose, or draw a pic for you.

Happy Christmas to one and all. ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/3905083/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/3905083/ Tue, 23 Nov 2004 22:03:48 PST I know--- But I don't want it- NO--- I can't want it
Anymore...

Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by the rules
Of someone else's game
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It's time to trust my insticts
Close my eyes and leap

It's time to try
Defying gravity
I think I'll try
Defying Gravity
And you can't pull me down...

Glinda:
Can't i make you understand, you're having delusions of grandeur...?

Elphaba:
I'm through accepting limits
'Cos someone says they're so
Some things I cannot change
But 'till I try, I'll never know
Too long I've been afraid of
Losing love I guess I've lost
Well, if that's love

It comes at much too hight a cost
I'd sooner buy
Defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye
I'm defying gravity
And you can't pull me down...
Glinda-- come with me. think of what we could do...together.

Unlimited
Together we're unlimited
Together we'll be the greatest team
There's ever been
Glinda-
Dreams the way we planned 'em

Glinda:
If we work in tandem

Both:
There's no fight we cannot win
Just you and I
Defying gravity
With you and I
Defying gravity ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/3612573/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/3612573/ Sun, 17 Oct 2004 16:41:56 PDT
Hey..buddy...


PING. ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/3611414/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/3611414/ Sun, 17 Oct 2004 13:53:02 PDT
I wonder what would happen if I stopped ignoring the utility knife, the x-acto knife, and those tiny little blade replacements in the yellow thing I have.

I wonder what would happen if I just didn't take the iron tablets.

I wonder what would happen if I swallowed that bottle of Ibprophen.

I wonder what would happen if I found out if Rico still wanted me dead, and I drove to his house.

I wonder what would happen if I jumped off the high slide, like I wanted to in the 5th grade.

I wonder what would happen if I had the opportunity to 17 bottles of vodka...


Would I be able to fight it? Would my will be strong enough? Would I give in? Would someone be there to help me?


Would anyone care?

I wonder...

In the meantime, I'll just sit here and contemplate what ifs until my mind goes somewhere else.

Like it always does. This can't really mean anything, I guess I'm just tired.


I'm sure I'll start smiling again in a second or two. ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/3548156/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/3548156/ Sat, 09 Oct 2004 08:12:25 PDT
Yesterday was my birthday.

*smile*


Yay. ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/3431082/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/3431082/ Thu, 23 Sep 2004 18:01:31 PDT


Today, I forgot who I was. Honestly.

I saw a girl PHYSICALLY standing next to me. She was about 5'4'', abyss-like eyes, medium-dark circles under them, long curly hair, black shirt, jeans, lace glovlettes, and with a very sour expression.

I asked, or well, I thought I asked, "What's wrong with you?"

She said. "You."

I WAS STARING AT ME.

0.0...


And then she was gone.


Fucking gone.


I'm seeing things now.


O.O...


I don't...


Yeah.



Just....yeah.


Chocolaaatteee... ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/3240243/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/3240243/ Sun, 29 Aug 2004 15:00:58 PDT
*shrug*

Hey...hey...

SAVE THE DONUTS.

Mwahaha.

I hate school. Algebra and Geometry should die in a fiery fiery death.

*holds up matches* DIEEE...

What's with all the fuckin' bleeding?! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

I hate my system sometimes.


...PIRATE MONKIES!!


Fall into myself, goes around and around around around, round round round, will it all away, far far away. ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/3197117/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/3197117/ Mon, 23 Aug 2004 17:02:09 PDT
Mother, brother, and I have been fighting...well, actually, Mother and Justin were fighting. She wants me to go with them on a trip to Ohio to his college, and I don't want to(Justin doesn't want me there anyway), Justin wants to go to a wedding that Mother won't let him go to, and I'd rather stay home. Indefinately. Last night, all Hell broke lose...

Justin left with a, "GODDAMN IT, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!", stormed out the door and drove off. Mother bitched about it for about an hour, came back and yelled at me because she was upset with him.

" What would happen if we all DIED?!"

I happened to be on the phone at the time.

" What would you do if we all DIED on our way up there?! WHAT WOULD YOU DO?!!"

It didn't matter what answer I gave her.

She was just going to be pissed at me anyway.

Mother's guilting me out of everything I wanted.


Fuck her.


Fuck 'em both.


Not really.

Feh.

*shrug*


Everything happens for a reason...


Or something.



In other news, I've also been declared 'utterly insane and an addicted freak' by Father because I like to talk to my loving friends on the computer.

He can bite me.

Nah, I don't mean it.


But I'm still pissed. ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/3149790/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/3149790/ Tue, 17 Aug 2004 18:26:56 PDT A drop of dew, a single stem
begins to rise.
The bit of earth
is pushed away, the flowers bloom before our eyes.
For in the earth
A charm's at work
the word is passed
the days are warm.
Unfold and grow.
The winter's past.
We're free from harm.

A bit of earth.

A bit of earth.

---"A bit of Earth" by: Marsha Norman ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/3142222/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/3142222/ Mon, 16 Aug 2004 20:25:57 PDT
No.

I don't know what love is.

I'm fucking 16.

A fucking child.

Too far fetched at this age, right?

Too delusional for a mask-wearing tart like me to be brought to tears by something just...

So stupid.




I AM NOT FUCKING DELUSIONAL.


DON'T TELL ME WHAT I FUCKING THINK.






GODDAMN YOU PEOPLE.




I'M NOT BROKEN. THAT FUCKING MIRROR IS.

I...

HATE....






That girl in the glass.


But she's not me.



No, she's the illusion.


I'm not angry.


I'm not upset.




I'm just...a reflection.




And a smiling doll on strings.






Either way, I can crack...



BUT I'M NOT

FUCKING


--BROKEN--.




Do I know what I'm talking about?


Yes.


No. No, I don't.

Of course not.


Call me a liar.


I'M TELLING THE TRUTH.



Yeah, lookit me, I'm good at bullshitting emotions....


THEN WHY ARE YOU CRYING, MIRROR.







WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME.


I...I don't know. None of that makes any sense.

Just leave me alone. I need sleep. I need coffee. I need to get...the hell...out of this town.

Let me start making sense again...

You ever have the sudden epiphany that everything you've set your standards by for the past, all of your ethics...say, 2 years that's been going just oh so well...shatter into oblivion? That everything you lived for could be a lie because an oppinion that you also live for and cheerish suddenly names you "delusional"?

...I don't like the notion that I've been lieing to myself, when for the past 2 years, I've known everything...EVERYTHING about what goes on in this head of mine.

This just didn't register.

2+2= cocaine


I can't let this mess me up. It's so...


I don't know...I'm a fucking child.

I'm not pointing fingers, it's the last thing I want to do.

I'm risking hate.

I still I love you.

I'm sorry if I've caused disruptance.



Ranting helps sometimes. ]]> ~onewithmanynames http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/3099393/ http://onewithmanynames.deviantart.com/journal/3099393/ Wed, 11 Aug 2004 12:06:34 PDT
So have I.

I have to thank everyone that left me kind words yesterday, and the people that came to visit.

You're all in my heart, and I know I'm in yours.

I love you guys! :sob:

Ah, enough-a that. XD

No, really, you guys...are what keeps me going.


I love every single one of you with every fiber of my being.


Thank you for being here for me.


Hey, Earthchild..*points* Look at me. I'm really smiling. ^_^ ]]> ~onewithmanynames