tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85633552011-09-04T04:48:00.831-07:00where I go to bitch.Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.comBlogger1451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1143852558695312012006-03-31T16:39:00.000-08:002006-03-31T16:49:18.710-08:00What's bad is something happening that makes you feel like crap. What's worse is realizing it doesn't matter. Pah.<br /><br />Amelia is obsessed with fossils right now. I guess her class is studying them, but she takes a special interest in it. "Daddy, guess what we found today?" Three days in a row. She's silly.<br /><br />Arabella's playing the gamecube, like the cute little addict she is. It's funny. I looked a lot like Felicia when I was younger, and Arabella looks a lot like me when I was younger. Fe, myself, and Arabell are total Daddy's girls.<br /><br />Aveline... is being quite, for once. I have no idea what she's doing, which is a break from the norm. Usually, everyone in this house knows everything she's doing.<br /><br />Alayna seems to be growing up so fast. I can't help but think about all the times I've missed with her. Her big sister can't even be there for her, because I'm two thousand miles away. I don't talk to her much. I vow to make that change once I get my own phone. I'll call her more, I promise.<br /><br />Felicia! I still miss her. Virginia is too far away. When you comin' back?! Pah, marriage! Poop on it. Or, how aaboouutt... Wesley gets stationed in... Monett, Missouri. Yes. He's high enough ranking to choose where he's stationed at, right? Or do they just give you a list and tell you to pick? Eh, if you ever see Monett on that list... TOTALLY CHOOSE IT. OMG.<br /><br />Well! I might be getting a cell phone tomorrow. Yes. That will be great. Father says he doesn't know, but he's been promising since forever ago that he'd get me one. I used to have one. It cost too much, though.<br /><br />If I gets a cell phone, that means... I can call my sister, I can call Jake, and if I ever get in trouble -- BAM, I'm good. And my parents won't have to be such poopybutts when I'd like to go to Harrison.<br /><br />Really, what's wrong with that? Yes, it's almost 2 hours away, but... they forget... it's my HOME. It was THEIR home for 395734 years. C'mon. I know that place better then I'll ever know Monett. I've got all mah friends there. WTFPARENTS?<br /><br />^_^<br /><br />Mm.. just figured I should update this thing. I have a livejournal I update more often... A lot more often. If you read this to read my entries, you should probably go there. If you read this for... other reasons? Then you're good.<br /><br /><33<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-114385255869531201?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1141496342885533122006-03-04T10:18:00.000-08:002006-03-04T10:19:02.896-08:00I got mah ACT test results back yesterday.<br /><br />Und, I made a 24! ^_^<br /><br />Math - 18 (eek!)<br />Reading - 28<br />English - 24<br />Science - 25<br /><br />:3<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-114149634288553312?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1139366704089548342006-02-07T18:44:00.000-08:002006-02-07T18:45:04.100-08:00I'm moving to Monette, Missouri.<br /><br />Fwee :3<br /><br />and :( :( :(<br /><br />at the same time. :\<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-113936670408954834?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1139202010982174982006-02-05T20:53:00.000-08:002006-02-05T21:00:10.996-08:00Things are good. Family's good. I'm good. Everything's good. ^_^<br /><br />School's good, too.<br /><br />Haven't updated this thing in a long while. Oh well. My green pencil has a crack in it. I'd use the red one, except I'm picky and love green. Red's okay. And I lost my pink pen. God dammit, what a bitch.<br /><br />5 months this month on the 21st. ^_^ I don't know what to get him for Vday, so I might just go with the generic stuff -- chocolates, stuffed bear... etc.<br /><br />I like Dr. Pepper, but I've been having such a craving for Sweetened Iced Tea from some fast food place. Wouldn't you know it, the last 3 times I've gone to such a place, they were all out? Pussies. I'd make my own iced tea, but that's just not the thing I'm cravin.<br /><br />Mmm... cold. It's always vera cold in this basement, no matter the temp. outside. Haunted, I say. Haunted.<br /><br />Well, I'm out. :P<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-113920201098217498?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1132376626078754852005-11-18T20:48:00.000-08:002005-11-18T21:03:48.646-08:00Weelllll, dad and I finished registring me for the ACT yesterday. It was a loooong registration, lemmi tell ya. I take it Feb. 11th, hooray! Hope I don't suck it up and make a horrible score. If I get it back and it says something like I've scored a 2, then I'm commiting suicide. ;)<br /><br />Other then that, things are good. I plan to get a work permit on wednesday, to enable myself to get a job that works me past 7. :P Then it's on to working for a driver's permit. Wooo... t.<br /><br />I want a new Buffet BPWS, that costs $2,899 with a monthly payment of $102 without sales tax. And, that's a cheap price for such a good clarinet, let me assure you. It originally cost $3,999.. yeah. Oh well. If I start a job now, I can at least start to save up for that, and college. Although, my job will probably pay crappy, so that leaves zero spending money, if I plan to save up for anything at all. O_o<br /><br />French II grade is an 80B right now.. Highest it's ever been in my two years of taking that class. I have a wonderful tutor who's great at teaching French.. seeing as she grew up in France. :P <br /><br />So yes.<br /><br />I lost mah Biology notebook, which really sucked for awhile. I had a 90A in there, then without those two chapters, it dropped to a 59F... Totally sucked. I cried. :P But now he's letting me make up all the work I can, which is most of it. Hooray! With all that turned in, I can bring my grade back up to an A like nothin. Woot.<br /><br />Miller's class, my grade is an 87, but I can bring that back up really easy, too. I like these easy classes. They're fun. :P Engrish, I have a 70C, as well as in Geometry.. which will be a tad harder to bring up. Enrish is interesting, but all this grammar diagramming is a bit confusing. Geometry... is just boring.<br /><br />Mmm.. let's see... I don't know what I have in Speech.. but it's probably not very good. Although, I still enjoy it. Mr. Helms tells me, that when I bring my grade up in French to an A, then he'll buy me a vanilla frappuccino. <333 Score. That's totally been my only motivation, not the fact that it'll look good on my transcript. ;)<br /><br />Aaaanndd... my lips are chapped. I might be sick. I need to practice my clarinet, and clean my desk. Ew. Want to see people, but fear it's a bit too late to keep up a friendship, really.<br /><br />/end<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-113237662607875485?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1129005713759603952005-10-10T21:41:00.000-07:002005-10-10T21:41:53.763-07:00http://koti.mbnet.fi/wehis79/kuvat/saksalaisetosaa.jpg<br /><br /><br />....... O_O<br /><br />O_O_O_O_O<br /><br />/scared<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-112900571375960395?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1127088462768663992005-09-18T17:06:00.000-07:002005-09-18T17:11:28.636-07:00http://www.halfbakery.com/idea/True_20Random_20Number_20Generator<br /><br />I agree with those who say total randomness is impossible. No such thing as random... as far as I see it. Merp.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-112708846276866399?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1124301723097701572005-08-17T11:01:00.000-07:002005-08-17T11:02:03.103-07:00<img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/LostIntegrity/140888821_l.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-112430172309770157?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1123858226733534632005-08-12T07:48:00.000-07:002005-08-12T07:50:26.740-07:00Stars shining bright above you<br /> Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"<br /> Birds singin' in the sycamore trees<br /> Dream a little dream of me<br /><br /> Say nighty-night and kiss me<br /> Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me<br /> While I'm alone and blue as can be<br /> Dream a little dream of me<br /><br /> Stars fading but I linger on dear<br /> Still craving your kiss<br /> I'm longin' to linger till dawn dear<br /> Just saying this<br /><br /> Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you<br /> Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you<br /> But in your dreams whatever they be<br /> Dream a little dream of me<br /><br /> (instrumental break)<br /><br /> Stars fading but I linger on dear<br /> Still craving your kiss<br /> I'm longin' to linger till dawn dear<br /> Just saying this<br /><br /> Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you<br /> Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you<br /> But in your dreams whatever they be<br /> Dream a little dream of me<br /><br /> Yes, dream a little dream of me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-112385822673353463?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1123727710449474002005-08-10T19:25:00.000-07:002005-08-10T19:35:10.460-07:00<img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b155/AnaMons/SALVATORE.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /><br /><br />LOOKIT! The Highwayman, first edition, signed by R.A. Salvatore. :D Daddy got it for me, and it came in today! I shall start reading it as soon as I'm finished with The Chaos Curse. Which, by the way, I'm really loving.<br /><br />Fweee. Showers are good, and I like raccoons.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-112372771044947400?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1123642427276516822005-08-09T19:51:00.000-07:002005-08-09T19:53:47.286-07:00"August 6th and 9th this year mark the 60th anniversary of the 1945 atomic bombing of the two Japanese cities, Hiroshima and Nagasaki, in which more than 200,000 residents perished instantly, and hundreds of thousands more died slowly through radiation poisoning. The cities themselves have been rebuilt with residents returning to their normal lives."<br /><br />http://www.rsi.sg/english/eyeoneastasia/view/20050801172615/1/.html<br /><br />HIROSHIMA — Hiroshima marked the 60th anniversary of its 1945 atomic bombing Saturday, with the mayor urging the United Nations to establish a committee to try to realize and maintain a nuclear weapon-free world.<br /><br />http://www.japantoday.com/e/?content=news&cat=1&id=345584<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-112364242727651682?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1123567262056699912005-08-08T23:00:00.000-07:002005-08-08T23:01:02.066-07:00Don't tell me something's bad happened, then tell me you can't say.<br /><br />Because that's bullshit.<br /><br />And it pisses me off.<br /><br />>:|<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-112356726205669991?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1123155705086312392005-08-04T04:40:00.000-07:002005-08-04T04:41:45.093-07:00J.D. O_o<br /><br />o_O<br /><br />:D<br /><br /><3333333333333<br /><br />hehehe<br /><br />Mmm. <br /><br />JOHNNY DEPP. I'M IN LOVE WITH JOHNNY DEPP. Okay, I said it. I confess... although, most of you knew that. ^_^<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-112315570508631239?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1122478560800625082005-07-27T08:27:00.000-07:002005-07-27T08:36:00.806-07:00Okay, so that's not the point. ANOTHER YEAR, MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE KNOWLEDGE?! You gotta admit. We're learning all the time. A year ago, you didn't know some of the things you do now! I don't know what they are but they're there! <br /><br />SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY FELICIA, YOU'RE FRIGGIN 21. <br /><br />... Okay, so my atempts to... livin up the mood of it all was bluntly unsuccessful. As you get older, birfdays don't matter that much anymore. BUT I OFFER YOU MY LOVE, DOES THAT NOT MEAN ANYTHING AT ALL!?!?!! ^_^<br /><br /><br />*love Felicia*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-112247856080062508?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1122351380654444392005-07-25T21:15:00.000-07:002005-07-25T21:16:20.663-07:00<table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'><tr><td><img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1112562398flying-faeries.jpg'></td><td> You scored as <b>Faerie</b>. Faerie: Aren't you a cute little flying person? Faeries are earth spirits. They live among each element completely hidden. They have cousins called Pixies. Pixies however, are very mischevious. They enjoy tormenting other creatures for fun. Little pranksters.. I hope you never meet one. Pixies have a bad reputation for finding a creature and clinging to them until death. Faeries can be somewhat close to a Pixie, but mostly they are loving, playful, and carry with them a child-like enthusiasm for life. Hide among the pedals of a Daisy, you are a Faerie.<br><br><table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'><tr><td><p><font face='Arial' size='1'>Faerie</font></p></td><td><table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'><tr><td></td></tr></table></td><td><font face='Arial' size='1'>75%</font></td></tr><tr><td><p><font face='Arial' size='1'>Angel</font></p></td><td><table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'><tr><td></td></tr></table></td><td><font face='Arial' size='1'>67%</font></td></tr><tr><td><p><font face='Arial' size='1'>Mermaid</font></p></td><td><table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'><tr><td></td></tr></table></td><td><font face='Arial' size='1'>42%</font></td></tr><tr><td><p><font face='Arial' size='1'>Dragon</font></p></td><td><table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'><tr><td></td></tr></table></td><td><font face='Arial' size='1'>42%</font></td></tr><tr><td><p><font face='Arial' size='1'>WereWolf</font></p></td><td><table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' bgcolor='#dddddd'><tr><td></td></tr></table></td><td><font face='Arial' size='1'>33%</font></td></tr><tr><td><p><font face='Arial' size='1'>Demon</font></p></td><td><table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='0' bgcolor='#dddddd'><tr><td></td></tr></table></td><td><font face='Arial' size='1'>0%</font></td></tr></td></tr></table><br><a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=21002'>What Mythological Creature are you? (Cool Pics!)</a><br><font face='Arial' size='1'>created with <a href='http://quizfarm.com'>QuizFarm.com</a></font></table><br /><br /><br />Go away. You don't want me, I don't want you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-112235138065444439?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1122146573746083902005-07-23T12:22:00.000-07:002005-07-23T12:22:53.753-07:00At the request of a single person, here I present to you......an updated blog.<br /><br /><br />Ha, take that!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-112214657374608390?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1121560870951195892005-07-16T17:40:00.000-07:002005-07-16T17:41:10.960-07:00<table align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2><tr><td align=left bgcolor=#FFE6E8><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style='color:black; font-size: 12pt;'>Your Boobies' Names Are: <b>The Blind Melons</b><br /></font></td></tr></table><br><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/boobiename.html"><b>Get your own Boobie Names</b></a></div><br><br /><br /><br />Thanks to Fe for this quiz! :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-112156087095119589?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1121403202599497202005-07-14T21:47:00.000-07:002005-07-14T21:53:22.603-07:00Destruction is absolute, violence is everywhere, and death is inevitable. There is no where to go. In light of everything, how soon will it be until society collapses into itself? How long until there's nothing left? <br /><br />Be too sensitive, or desensitize yourself? Can't choose a medium.. <br /><br />It all comes down to the self. How content you are with your life reflects what you do, how you act. Or maybe it doesn't. Maybe I'm wrong. <br /><br />Teach me to cry.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-112140320259949720?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1121235548633946292005-07-12T22:51:00.000-07:002005-07-12T23:19:08.640-07:00I went over to Seth's house today. I had a great time, and can't wait until he can come over here, which will be thursday or so. Then on Friday, he and I are going with Ashlie and Max to go see Willy Wonka. After that, hanging out with people, then going to a friend's birthday party. :) Got a lot planned, but I'm not complaining.<br /><br />Each atom has the same basic structure, is built the same way, yet makes up everything we know. Something to think on, something to realize. You can find your answers in the smallest thing, the least of which you'd expect to find answers in. <br /><br />I'm sorry.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-112123554863394629?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1121085291664383992005-07-11T05:31:00.000-07:002005-07-11T05:34:51.670-07:00So, I'm almost home. I stayed the night with my dad's co worker and his family when I got in yesterday, so now we're going to go meet my dad when HE comes in today. Then he and I shall come home, and be very happy we're back. <br /><br />SO! When I get back, I'm seeing all of you. I'm sad that I missed Josh's vacation... damn doctors... but that won't bother me seeing the rest of you! MWHAHAH! There's nothing you can do to ward me away! MWAHAHAHHAHAHA. .... okay.<br /><br />So, this is the third paragraph I've started off with "So". o_O<br /><br />ALMOST TIME TO GO, UHM, 30 MORE MINUTES K BYE. :D <br /><br /><2<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-112108529166438399?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1120703155021875592005-07-06T19:12:00.000-07:002005-07-06T19:28:40.246-07:00Welp, I go home in a few days. Still don't know what time the flight is, still don't know what airline I'm flying on, still don't know which gates to go to, still don't know anything about it. I have my ID, and that's all. I wrote dad awhile ago about it, but I guess he didn't get the e mail. I'll have to call him tomorrow to make sure of everything. Wouldn't want to wake up on the 9th, just to find out we're too late for boarding. <br /><br />Mmm.. I find that the stay here wasn't as awkward as I thought it might be. True enough I'm comfortable around Felicia, but a whole month is different from a week. Especially with three other people living here too -- but everything turned out to be thoroughly enjoyable. <br /><br />Now, the next big thing that awaits me is the moving. Maybe we'll move, maybe we won't. I'm looking forward to getting to see everyone again, though. Seth, and other friends. Russell and Lorrissa, Josh and Daniel, I missed you guys. <3 Joshie poo, when's your vacation exactly? >:D <br /><br />Ooooh... BBQ chicken is the best thing that ever graced this earth. I'm sorry, but chicken is the food of the gods. I love chicken. Chicken chicken chicken. Just the texture of it. <br /><br />As far as recent revalations -- I want to be Buddhist. Oh ho ho, now that was unexpected, wasn't it? I hope so. Gotta keep the shock value up, ya know. <br /><br />Mamalama, cumalama, cumala pizza. Mamalama, cumalama, cumala pizza. OOOOH no no no no -- a pizza. OOOH no no no no, a pizza. Eensy, beeny, teeny, weeny, oo la la la leeny. Aca backa, soda cracka, X Y Z. <br /><br />I will never, in all my years, forget that song taught to me by the very respectable and hilarious, Mr. Crouch. Thank you, for that one wonderful choir year.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-112070315502187559?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1119765259589304202005-06-25T22:52:00.000-07:002005-06-25T23:00:35.966-07:00I'm 15, and he still doesn't know. Days wraught with confusion and second guesses. A lot more than I could have expected, but still not good enough.<br /><br />/killself<br /><br />P.S. Not today. Today was great, just to clear that up.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111976525958930420?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1119624323318801642005-06-24T07:40:00.000-07:002005-06-24T07:45:23.326-07:00*Ding dong*<br />[Cable guy waits]<br />[Chloe opens door]<br />"Hello?"<br />"Hello, ma'am, we were finished up in the back, and need you to check your phone and TV to make sure they work."<br />"Alright, I'll be back in a second."<br />[Goes to check]<br />"Yep! All working."<br />"Alright then --" [LOOK AT BOOBIES] -- "Uhm, what's your name?" [LOOK AT BOOBIES]<br />"Uh.. Chloe."<br />"Alright then, Chloe" -- [LOOKATBOOBIESLOOKATBOOBIES] -- "Uh, did you say you had a boyfriend?"<br />"No." (Why? I'm in Virginia, I'm 14... should I really be worried?)<br />"Then I'll call you some time. ;) ;) ;) ;) ;)" [LOOKATBOOBIES] "How old are you?"<br />"Ha! I'm..14."<br />"..14, oh. Well you have a good day!"<br />[Cable guy goes away]<br /><br /><br />I've been up for an.. hour, I think, and already! WOOHOO AREN'T WE SOME HOT PIECES OF SHIT!<br />Felicia and I.. have both been targeted by this creepy cable guy. K BYE<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111962432331880164?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1119585325674711192005-06-23T20:54:00.000-07:002005-06-23T20:55:25.683-07:00Dante. <br /><br />O_o.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111958532567471119?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1119458120908190362005-06-22T09:00:00.000-07:002005-06-23T20:57:43.863-07:00You will GO to my links, and LIKE it, god dammit! <br /><br /><a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/LostIntegrity/Tokinbaby.jpg">This baby was totally taking a hit.(Faith)</a><br><br /><a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/LostIntegrity/ThedrunkedFaith.jpg ">She.. looks like she's drunk. (Faith)</a><br><br /><a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/LostIntegrity/Sweetdreams.jpg">She's infamous for these kinds of shots.</a><br><br /><a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/LostIntegrity/Rawr.jpg">Both of them!</a><br><br /><a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/LostIntegrity/Boooger.jpg">Alex, promptly telling you of a booger she once found.</a><br><br /><a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/LostIntegrity/YOU.jpg">YOU!!</a><br><br /><a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/LostIntegrity/NoYOU.jpg">No, you!</a><br><br />No Ah munnah eat choo, for choo.<br />DEAL WITH IT.<br />So. Those are the girls. ^_____^ <3<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111945812090819036?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1119330189939120992005-06-20T21:58:00.000-07:002005-06-20T22:03:09.946-07:00So.. I'm totally 15 in 4 days.<br /><br />Aaah, I'm on the second book in the Cleric Quintet, which I'm really liking. One thing that strikes me as intriguing, is Cadderly seems to hold very little power, yet due to his intuitive way of thinking, he proves to be a worthy opponent. I like this, makes me think that things can always have another possible outcome then what you'd expect.<br /><br />I'm killing goblins. I hope to attain the title "Slayer of Goblins" soon. THEN what would people think? "Omg she's level 8 and has killed 5,000 goblins. :ooooo." That's right.. I'm better than you because I have ALL THIS TIME TO WASTE! Ha! Fools, with your busy lives... >.><br /><br />On that note, I miss you all! I decided to reply to Russell's comment through a post, becuase, really, I'm lazy. What? Oh nothing.<br /><br />SOOOO THAT WAS FUN. I'm done now. Off to kill more goblins! Mwhahahaha!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111933018993912099?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1119062977544771562005-06-17T19:47:00.000-07:002005-06-17T19:49:37.550-07:00In Virginia, woohoo! UHM. THAT'S ALL FOR NOW.<br /><br /><br />But no, everything's getting settled in right now. We painted the living room, and now that looks mostly all pretty. There's still a lot of other things to clear out, though, before we can really say that everything's hunky dorey.<br /><br />Mwahaha. Gotta move when I get back home, too. Score! Harrison sucks my hairy balls.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111906297754477156?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1118048221901701732005-06-06T01:48:00.000-07:002005-06-06T01:57:01.910-07:00It's 4 a.m. ... and I have to do things tomorrow, like get identification. I'm not tired until this time, though. How is this going to work in Virginia? When the hell am I going to get sleep?<br /><br />The basement was clean, until I messed it up again. Father helped me with it, too. Are you sure you want to know me? I'm not that good of a person, I blow people off and lie a lot. I'm selfish and make no sense. See that "x" in the corner? Click it, and never come back.<br /><br />After Virginia, I have to come back up to Arkansas and help move. I wonder what our house is going to be like... and I wonder what the people are going to be like up there. Don't worry, we're not moving any place exciting, just Monette. Would it be too wishful to hope that there aren't as many jackasses?<br /><br />I wore a dress all day, as I have now decided that formal dresses shall be my casual wear. Warning... warning.<br /><br />I talked to my mom, too, and she decided that it'd be best for me to come out next summer. This is good, because there are a lot of things going on this summer... Except not really, it just seems like that.<br /><br />Fuck writing, fuck sleep, fuck it all. Fuck fuck fuck.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111804822190170173?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1117706947583490962005-06-02T02:58:00.000-07:002005-06-02T03:09:07.586-07:00<span style="font-style: italic;">Jesus wants you to give up your wealth to follow the life of a Christian now, so that he may give you more later.<br /></span>More. It is impossible to give more than you take - a logical conclusion. If God truely does intent to give you more later, then he has to be taking it from someone else, or is just cheatin' you right outta your pants. If he's taking from someone else, however, than that person is somehow not as much in worth. If worth is measured in actions, then actions should be measured in thoughts.<br />She also told us not to feel, or act on feeling, for she said they can cause problems. Essentially, she is telling us not to think. Thoughts provok feelings, as feelings make actions. If we don't feel (and thus, not act), then by her logic, we have no worth. Then where is god?<br />How can a perfect being feel lonliness? Lonliness is derived from the feeling that something is missing, lost, not right...How can perfection produce such a thing? I still don't fully understand perfection, but I comprehend.<br />Oh well. I'll look back on this post tomorrow and think "Why did that make sense to me..." So don't worry, you're not the only one.<br /><br />This is the time where I tend to understand everything in the world, yet can convey so little. It's 5 a.m. and all seems okay. Damn, I'm tired. All on a path, though, to understand, for understanding leads to peace... right?<br /><br />Goodnight?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111770694758349096?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1117691861363189512005-06-01T22:44:00.000-07:002005-06-01T22:57:41.380-07:00Okay, here's how I see it: People = cranium rats. It's as simply as that. Alone, we're not so tough (relativly speaking), but in mass numbers? Yes.<br /><br />Had some taco bell today. I'm happy.<br /><br />Went mini golfing today. Fun times!<br /><br />Weew.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111769186136318951?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1117587838222106172005-05-31T18:01:00.000-07:002005-05-31T18:03:58.240-07:00That camera is... <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">MINE!!! </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span>>:D Mine. MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE. TWO TOUSAND DOLLARS....for 19 bucks. MINE. IT IS MINE.<br /><br />Oh how I love Norman. Isn't he the greatest guy ever -- in the whole wide world? THE BESTEST BESTEST EVER.<br />^_________________________________^<br />^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^<br /><br />I am, how you say... the excited. :o<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111758783822210617?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1117512015048271772005-05-30T20:40:00.000-07:002005-05-30T21:00:15.066-07:00Sitting in front of a computer screen. All day? Every day. Fighting for..? I have all I ever need, just a few trivial pieces missing. I can't describe this feeling well, but it's like a lull. <br /><br />And what, one paragraph?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111751201504827177?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1117189545716766942005-05-27T03:10:00.000-07:002005-05-27T03:25:45.720-07:00You know the days; tired, lazy, uneventful, annoying. Damn those days, I say. Without the bad, you can't have the good, so in reality, we should be giving thanks to all the 'bad' things that happen? Or is it that good rises from memory of bad, and therefore we should continue to try and stop this evil that threatens our existance? Oh, whatever evil it may be.<br /><br />Then there are those quiet times. I fear the fear I feel for those quiet times, those times when no one's around. Why is there such a need for people, attention? Everyone needs people, yes, but all the time? I've heard it's good for some 'you' time. Granted, I don't like people taking showers with me. O_o Talk about awkward.<br />"Hey. Could you pass me the soap?"<br />"No, I'm using it right now." <br />"oh."<br />"O_o"<br />"o_O"<br />"....."<br />-doesn't breed for good conversation. But then I come back to reality, and realize I'm no different than anyone else, and that nothing at all that I have to contribute to this world will be abnormal or unique. I am perfectly fine with that.<br /><br />I'm tired of it. You can walk around my school, and see so many kids who try and look different, then there are those who try and spill out all their woes to anyone that happens to be listening... Then there are those that spread lies, those that act like they're above you.. And then, you have the normal kids. That, of course, is saying 'normal' in relation to my views. Maybe it's normal to try and be fake? As in actually TRY to be what you know is fake. Weird, huh.<br /><br />Then again, I'm tired of my actions. I shouldn't be so harsh on other people -- especially the ones I don't know. I keep complaining about others making bogus assumptions, but then what do I do? I brand myself a hypocrit. <br /><br />Always the paranoid person, I am, too. I'm always worried about my veins and arteries, always worried that one will bust open and kill me somehow. It certainly feels that way -- the pressure, and when the muscle twitches. Freaks me out, but it's normal. Normal! I plan out stratigies to get out of certain dangerous situations, should they ever happen... while I'm getting my shoes? While I'm putting on my hoody? No trust lies in anything I see -- the door, the window, the phone, the cops. I trust those close to me, no shit, but everything else is out to get me.<br />And there you have it, folks; the tale tell sign of selfishness. Sweet! <br /><br />Man, I was going to say something and make a time reference, but I've forgotten. Oh well! <br /><br />Tired now, but then what's the point of going to bed at 5:30? I'll have to get up with the same amount of sleep I got when school was in... blah. But then again, what good does it do to stay up? <br /><br />Goodnight.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111718954571676694?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1116804104618267612005-05-22T16:13:00.000-07:002005-05-22T16:21:44.623-07:00That's right, I called you a necrophagist. >.> <br /><br />Star Wars: Episode III ... meh. It was okay. I liked Episode I better, though. Yep. Some parts were just full of cheese, while others not so much, while some were without it, while the acting wasn't that great. I mean, Natalie Portman's acting wasn't all that great, though she did do the birthing scene fairly well. Hayden Christensen (Anakin), had some aspects of Anakin pat way down, while others were like "O_o". Ewan McGregor did a decent job, I thought.<br /><br /><3 <br /><br />Mike leaves tomorrow at 12, to get everything ready for basic traing. :\ I am.. the sad. :( <br /><br />I also finally got to meet my soon-to-be brother-in-law, dash dash dash. He's pretty cool, but don't let him read that. -_- I MISSED FE SO MUCH. <3 <3 <3<br /><br />I LOVE YOU, FELICIA. ^_^<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111680410461826761?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1116560950325518072005-05-19T20:32:00.000-07:002005-05-19T20:49:10.340-07:00Melted cheese, that is. I don't think it's possible to drip solid cheese onto someone's toe. No no, Isaac would have a FIT about that. Aaah, to have to believe rather than accept. Sillies...<br /><br />I hate that. I just went upstairs to get my hoodie, and started thinking about what I'd do if there happened to be a serial killer who suddenly appeared in front of me. Or, what would happen if someone tried to break in. I started preparing myself for the quickest flight possible... And all while getting my hoodie. I hate it when I start to do that. What could possibly happen? And this is every time I walk somewhere... or do something. What the fuck, Chloe. :P Wtf wtf. <br /><br />Other than that, hooray for graduation! Just got back from playing Pomp and Circumstance...over and over again. Oh..god. I'd do well never to hear that song again. Ah, regardless, I think I had a decent time. Father and I spent about an hour looking for each other, though. He was over at the football field, I was over at the band hall. SILLY.<br /><br />Tired tired tired. I WISH Satan were my motor. Then I'd have bunches of energy, man. <br />Pete's dumb. I win. :o <br /><br />STAR WARS. MAY 25th THE SAME DAY MIKE GOES TO BASIC TRAINING. :(((((((((((((((<br /><br />FELICIA. TOMORROW. WOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! FRIGGIN EXCITED!!!!! Felicia, I love you lots and lots. ^_^_^_^_^<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111656095032551807?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1116049244480963922005-05-13T22:32:00.000-07:002005-05-13T22:40:44.486-07:00Oh man, I had a lot of fun tonight! Holly's birthday party was neat-o, despite the fact that later in the evening it sort of became uneventful.....<br />UNTIL HE BROKE HIS KNUCKLE. Ow. God, I can't...fathom. I've never broken anything. Blaah.<br /><br />Oh my god, oh my god oh my god oh my god. JUMP JUMP HOLY SHIT WHAT? okay<br />6 hours<br />at a party<br />WAAAAAY tooooo much for me. :P <br /><br />mkay mkay mkay mkay :( man<br />I wish<br />I could tell you<br />what all happened<br />and stuff<br />NOTHING BAD DON'T WORRY I AM NOT A SLUT<br />but<br />It was awesome<br />Video up soon, maybe! <br /><br />John Wayne and Betty Davis.<br /><br />GOODNIGHT.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111604924448096392?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1115605791352970792005-05-08T19:28:00.000-07:002005-05-08T19:29:51.360-07:00Well well well. I'm not staying that long in Virginia, a month or so, then I'm going to Cali after all. About 3 weeks, was agreed upon. <br /><br />Anyway, appearntly, I can't stay up too late because (and I quote my dear ol' dad): "You do better in school, if you sleep in school.<br />Er - I mean - .... Go downstairs."<br /><br />:D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111560579135297079?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1115485831676993012005-05-07T10:09:00.000-07:002005-05-07T10:10:31.683-07:00Harrr, haaarrrrrrr.<br /><br />HEEEEE! <br /><br />O_o<br /><br />salad. Sal-ad. Sa-lad. Woooooo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111548583167699301?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1115328114569558322005-05-05T14:04:00.000-07:002005-05-05T14:24:01.186-07:00I have some serious things to consider concerning me as a person. I found out a long time ago that I'm too criticle of people, but I never did anything about it. Then again, nothing of consequence ever really happened.<br /><br />But that's how it is, right? We do things until we realize we hurt people. Then, we have a choice to either discontinue or carry on. The latter always seemed a more natural course to me, and now I'm paying for it.<br /><br />I admit that I didn't give her a fair chance in my eyes. Automatically, she deserved no better than a rat, but for what reason? Yes, I'm not happy at the fact that she did expose Liz to harmful things, but Liz is not my child. Liz is my friend, and she has the right to make her own choices. <br /><br />Therein lies my mistake; treating Liz as if her will were weak, which it is not. And now, by word of mouth, I've damaged almost everything. <br /><br />If Kassee is a friend of theirs, and I am also a friend of theirs (or...was), then there are similarities, no? Where lies my right to judge her without her right to judge me? I am no better than my perceptions of her, which are wrong anyway.<br /><br />I never took the time to look at what I was saying, or the implications of it. I never TAKE the time to look at how unfair my judgments are. Hw hypocritic and low they are.<br /><br />The plight? I am unable to say sorry, for I am undeserving of forgivness. Forgiving someong is your gift to them, without any debt to it, or in it. You're not like: "Oh, he did this for me, so I should forgive him," no. I deserve no such gift.<br /><br />No more. No more insults, or talking bad about someone to their face OR behind their backs. No more dealing low blows, no more being scum. Just no more.<br /><br />can a surgeon look upon their patient in the O.R. and critizize their looks, or the way they did their hair? My very dream is diminished by the actions I take, and the malice I harbor. <br /><br />What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as<br />sweet.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111532811456955832?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1115240789072375352005-05-04T13:57:00.000-07:002005-05-04T14:06:29.176-07:00I'm not sure. What should I do? She needs someone there more than ever, and I'm not sure if I can full the part. How does a friend even begin to give comfort to someone in a situation like this? Bah, these are times I damn myself for lack of experience.<br />Now, though, it is too soon to be able to do much. It happened today, and the impact upon her is true. Little more can be done, little more than talking. Yet, she hasn't even talked much about it. <br /><br />All hope lies in her, and her ability to recover herself. Perhaps the best role as a friend would be to go about as normal. <br /><br />I'm sorry, Jess.<br /><br />She came to me this morning after first period, after I got off the band bus. She hadn't gone to her first period, she explained, as she had been sick and throwing up. She looked more than a little down, and now I see it should have been obvious that more was there. <br /><br />We, she and I, went through the next three periods together as normal as ever. She hadn't acted like anything more was wrong since then, while I didn't suspect.<br /> <br />Around comes lunch, and we're standing in line. Conversation is being carried on as usual, with the usual subject; gross things, sex. Then she tells me. It hit as sudden and as random as anything before. I didn't believe her at first, as this news was completely and utterly unexpected.<br /><br />And what do we do next? Talk a little of it, but almost immediatly return to normal conversation. <br /><br />Why...? That inner turmoil she must be feeling, that sense of so many things gone wrong. Something so wonderful and beautiful, in and of itself -- destroyed. It all came crashing down, full force, full fury.<br /><br />The fates are cruel, if there are such things. In truth, despite the obvious hardship, this was for the better. I'd hate to see my best friend's life as we know it end before it ever began. <br /><br />Please don't try again. Please move on in time. For the sake of everyone, Jess. <br /><br />As it is so, the story ends as it continues.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111524078907237535?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1114973434950615392005-05-01T11:41:00.000-07:002005-05-01T11:50:34.953-07:00<img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/Nariel-flame/1109606649_sInnocence.jpg" border="0" alt="los"><br>You are the Spirit of Innocence. Always with the<br>sweet smile of a child, you know how to have<br>good clean fun, you have a natural vunerability<br>about you, which makes you able to make friends<br>very well, as they are drawn instinctively by<br>the urge to protect you. But even though you<br>look as fragile as a child inside you are <i>very</i><br>strong with your easy look on life. When you<br>get a partner (because there is no way you<br>cant!) your life will be perfect.<br /><br><br><a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Nariel-flame/quizzes/Which%20stunning%20spirit%20of%20emotion%20are%20you%3F%20NEW%20AND%20IMPROVED!%20(amazingly%20beautiful%20anime%20pics!)/"> <font size="-1">Which stunning spirit of emotion are you? NEW AND IMPROVED! (amazingly beautiful anime pics!)</font></a><BR> <font size="-3">brought to you by <a href="http://quizilla.com">Quizilla</a></font><br /><br /><br />I wonder. The roll you've assumed chokes the very thing I am. Please, I can take care of myself in more ways than one. <br /><br />Mah, I know nothing. <br /><br />Made a quiz! Aren't I a special girl! <A HREF="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz_IM.php?quizname=050430204709-575260">Take the fucking quiz, god.</A> <br /><br />O_p<br /><br />That's my new face: O_p. It doesn't work the other way around... unless you went....b_O? Nah, not the same. ^_____^<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111497343495061539?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1114937718358200512005-05-01T01:31:00.000-07:002005-05-01T01:55:18.360-07:00And so, the steady decline of activity between two friends has begun. No longer interested, no more time, lack of things to say. And so it has begun.<br /><br />You know what else is intriguing? The fall of someone great, someone you respected. It's always weird to see that fall of the one you looked up to, but it happens, no? Ah well, such an indifferent outlook.<br /><br />Right now, I'm trying to comfort a friend. My only wish is that I were doing a better job. Who am I..<br /><br />Bah. I have been staying up late each night. Usually, I'll go to bed at 2 on weekdays, and 4 on weekends. Not a good habit, but what can I do? I am utterly unable to fall asleep, try as I might, should I go to bed before absolute tiredness takes over. Even then, I'm kept awake for a bit.<br /><br />Mmm, you know what's a good book? Sabriel. Look it up, it's nifty. You know what's another good book? Across the Nightingale Floor. Yummm. Both of these books are apart of a series, though I haven't read the rest of either yet. <br /><br />Bah! Fine. If you won't go to bed, I will.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111493771835820051?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1114564112087781602005-04-26T17:57:00.000-07:002005-04-26T18:08:32.090-07:00After school, Bailey, Jetti, and I went down to the guitar plaaace. Got a microphone and a guitar cord, woot! We hung out there a bit, and had a good ol' time. <3 My friends.<br /><br />When I got home, I started writing lyrics. I've got a page full so far, but I'm not ready to share it with people outside the band. :o Shy, shy! Funny thing is, though, after I started working on the lyrics, Bailey calls me up and plays me her guitar stuff she wrote. We're awesome. <3 <br /><br />Soooo, other than thaaat, our band might get a chance to open for this other super cool, really awesome band, called Silent End. A bunch of my friends are in it -- Marrick, Pete, and Sharp. Sharp's a really cool drummer, who MIGHT give us this chance. He'll talk about it to the others. ^_^<br /><br />SO. BESIDES THAT. We had testing today, eeeew. It was't all that hard, just prolonged. From 8:20 to 12:15... blaah. At 12:15 we went to lunch, where everyone hung out. Jessica got her ears pierced again by Shelly, and so did I. <3 So now I've got two earrings in one ear, and three in the other. :o If it complicates the wedding thing, though, I will take them out. <br /><br />I am done. DONE I SAY. Happy now? :P<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111456411208778160?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1114320101661924332005-04-23T22:11:00.000-07:002005-04-23T22:21:41.663-07:00The family and I went up to Branson today. While there, two books were purchased and given to me: "Across the Nightingale Floor" by Lian Hearn, and "Sea of Blades." On the return trip home I found I liked the first book a lot, while I'm sure I'll love the second. <br /><br />Speaking of books, however, and getting to the main point, I'm also reading Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse. I had, before this point, looked into Buddism, but now I find I'm more interested in it. I would like to find out more, really. From what I can tell, Siddhartha's teachings are more flexible, more right and straight forward than any I have known. <br /><br />For now, I am looking up basic teachings of Siddhartha the Buddha. Later on, I hope to purchase books, yes? I hear there is a book of Buddhism as well, and I wonder if it's translated. Hmm..<br /><br />For the better, for the better, I suppose. <br /><br />On a completely different note: <3 Mike. I didn't get to talk to him all today. I know. I'm not complaining, just wondering where he is. I had thought he'd be home for the weekend, but maybe I wasn't paying close enough attention when he told me. Hm.<br /><br />Fasting. Fasting can mean you don't eat at ALL for a period of time, or that you don't eat until the sun goes down, yes? O_o<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111432010166192433?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1114210945805548572005-04-22T15:47:00.000-07:002005-04-22T16:03:53.966-07:00<table align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=4 width=200px><tr><td bgcolor=#ffcccc align=center><font style='color:black; font-size:18pt;'>How to make a Chloe</font></td></tr><br /><tr><td bgcolor=white><font style='color:black; font-size:12pt;'><b>Ingredients:</b><BR><br />3 parts competetiveness<BR><br />5 parts brilliance<BR><br />5 parts leadership</font></td></tr><br /><tr><td bgcolor=#ffffcc><font style='color:black; font-size:12pt;'><b>Method:</b><BR>Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of curiosity</font></td></tr></table><div align=center><br /><BR><form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php">Username:<input name="uname"><BR><input type=submit value="How do you make a 'you'?"><BR><br /></form><a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php">Personality cocktail</a><BR>From <a href="http://www.go-quiz.com">Go-Quiz.com</a><br /><br /><br /><br />Other than that, there's this weird smell. It seems to be...maybe soap? Somewhere. I have no idea where it came from. No. Idea. But there it was, just as sudden as anything. It's everywhere down here. The smell also reminds me of really gross candy.<br />O_o<br /><br />So this day was my lazy day, just as almost every day seems to be. Ahh, woke up with remenants of a pretty dream. Now, if only I could get backstage passes to a System of a Down concert in REAL life. Yep. Then I'd be happy with life.<br /><br /><3 Mike. <3<br /><br />Man, my desk is a mess. I'd clean it, except I'm sure I have better things to do other places somewhere, or will have soon. <br /><br />Speaking of, I need to get my science done. :o Speaking of speaking of, I got my progress report in! I've raised all my grades, but that's not saying much. Most of them still suck balls. :( <br />English - 88<br />Physical Science - 65 (I know, I know. Shut up.) <br />Algebra 1 - 78 (:o) <br />French - 79<br />Band - 99<br />Civics - 86<br /><br />Hooha! <br />And, also, according to this progress report, I AM FEMALE. Nofuckingwayharrison. <br /><br />Welp. I need to call Michael in a bit. <3 Then I need to get up, get going, get the flan in the face. Cand-ayyyyy.<br /><br />Silence.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111421094580554857?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1114144810808146972005-04-21T21:28:00.000-07:002005-04-21T21:40:10.810-07:00Mwahahahaha, joy joy! No school tomorrow, for Harrison is making up for not letting out on Good Friday. Hooha!<br /><br />Aside from that, good news concerning the band! We're FINALLY going to get to it, and DO STUFF. Goooood. Tuesday after school, scheduled to meet at Guitar Smiths and buy a friggin mic. :P So now I'll be able to sing, woooo! Now we've gotta get on those songs, too. Merp.<br /><br />Cool whip. Strawberries. Heaven.<br /><br />Money. Dollars. Cents. MAN WHAT IN THE HELL. I need to buy those books tomorrow, too. I hope the girls go to school. I seriously don't wanna deal with the screaming. It's all the time, everywhere. AAAHH RIP OFF EARS, then I'd be too distracted by PAIN to be able to comrehend there are little hethens all over the place.<br /><br />Speaking of ears, I got my ears pierced by a friend. <3 Now I'll be able to wear those earrings Felicia wanted me to for the wedding. The friend who pierced them didn't really make new holes, because I had old ones there. However, the holes were closed, and still hurt a bit. :P <br /><br />Mmmm, candy cane. Eq2 will not work. >:| I am mad. I have't been on in FOREVER, and we're paying monthly for this shit. GOOD JOB SONY. Or maybe it's my fault. My computer is so fucked, it's not even funny. Seriously. I think she's gonna die. O_o <br /><br />New people, new people. What? I DO NOT KNOW.<br /><br />We're going up to Branson on Saturday, to go to this teeny amusment park. Felicia and I went there with the family one time. It was so teeny for an amusment park! We had a good time, though, me thinks. Let's see if they've improved any since Silver Dollar City bought them out. Then after that it is out to eaaattttt, as always. <br /><br />You know those decorative bottles? Yeah. Why do those exist. I mean...it's...a bottle..and you're...supposed to put stuff in it...but you don't... and it just sits there?<br />"Oh Chloe, what beautiful bottles you have. What do you keep in them?"<br />"I KEEP AIR. IN. MY BOTTLES." <br />Then I spaz out and commence the convulsing on the floor. Yes, yes, I foresee my future...<br /><br />Pudding. I like Led Zepplin. <br /><br />If there ever was a nice slut, she'd show affection by not passing you up on sex. <3<br /><br />Silence.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111414481080814697?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1113968864466340882005-04-19T20:33:00.000-07:002005-04-19T20:47:44.466-07:00It seems like forever, really. Her laptop is running out of batteries -- or was, the last time I talked to her. I could call her, yes, but she's with Wesley now. Buuuh, I'd hate to think what I might interrupt. ;) <3 Fe.<br /><br />Regardless, I miss her. I miss her a lot, but it's good to know that she's there. ^_^ Happy happy I'd imagine.<br /><br />So. On other notes, my friend Alex BUGGED THE FUCK OUT OF ME until I signed up for this thing. YOU can see what HE was talking about HERE: http://www.greenzap.com/poopusher <br />They're trying to get as many people as possible to sign up before June something. You sign up, I get free stuff. You get other people to sign up, YOU get free stuff. It's an ad-based program, so you need not pay. Gogogogogo, my little birds. <br /><br />Aah... Been making more..stuff....art, as some of you may say, and putting it up on deviant. I made a poem, that counts for something, right? No. :P <br /><br />Actually, my father and I are planning on writing a novel together, then getting it published. He read my ONE short story I put up there, and was like "aw.:(" Then asked if I would be willing to write the story if he planned it all out. I said yes, of course. See, I am HORRIBLE and having plots and such in my stories/poems. Absolutely fucking horrible at it. However, this way will be much better. Yes yes.<br /><br />I am done. :P <br />End.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111396886446634088?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1113354366247897412005-04-12T18:05:00.000-07:002005-04-12T18:06:38.980-07:00<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Frameset//EN" "http://www.w3.org/TR/html4/frameset.dtd"><br /><html><br /><head><br /><title>PARTIALLY EFFECTIVE</title><br /></head><br /><br /><frameset rows="*,38" cols="*" framespacing="0" frameborder="NO" border="0"><br /> <frame src="site.php" name="mainFrame"><br /> <frame src="threat.php" name="bottomFrame" scrolling="NO" noresize><br /></frameset><br /><noframes><body><br /><br /></body></noframes><br /></html><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111335436624789741?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1113263986520234432005-04-11T16:11:00.000-07:002005-04-11T16:59:46.520-07:00Just a white box, Dustin. <br /><br />I was going to build this whole entire post around a statement another friend said. "Love is bread of life, but music is the butter," so says Matthew. But no, I decided not to, seeing as it would be long and boring. Or perhaps short and random, who knows. <br /><br />Heehehhehehe, I'm loving this. Deviantart, here I come...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111326398652023443?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1112924288797833002005-04-07T18:35:00.000-07:002005-04-07T18:38:08.796-07:00We watched Napolean Dynomite not too long ago, Felicia, Father, and I. It was funny, but incredibly stupid.<br /><br />I just ate some chocolate not too long ago. It was good as well. <br /><br />Too tell the truth, this is just a test post. Felicia's having some trouble with the internet over there. O_o<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111292428879783300?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1112811869995988882005-04-06T10:12:00.000-07:002005-04-06T11:33:57.360-07:00I'm kinda scared... or was, at the time. Now I seem to be more curious rather, but damn. I don't understand. O_o <br /><br />I went to bed at 8 p.m. yesterday, because... simply, I just felt like going to bed. Whatdahyaknow, I got up at about 2:45, almost 8 hours later. Tired, I went downstairs, got a bite to eat, watched TV, then went back upstairs. I would have gone down to the basement to get on my computer, but the door down there was locked, and fuck if I'm going outside at 3 in the morning. <br /><br />So I go back to bed. I'm laying down, and I drift of to sleep, right? Nothing unusual, at first. Then it happens again. I'm numb all over, and I can't move. Only this time, it's accompanied by a nightmare. No, it wasn't a nightmare, it wasn't a bad dream. It was something much more real than that. My mind, I don't know what the fuck it was doing, but it seemed all too fucking real.<br /><br />The first one wasn't so bad, I suppose. I still had consciousness, I still knew I was laying down in my bed... but it was like I was confused about what <span style="font-style:italic;">room</span> I was in. For instance (and back on to the main plot of this paragraph), I was in a room, laying down. There were figures about me, one male, one female, talking about how they were going to murder someone. Alright, I thought, I've had enough of that. So I shake my head, and I'm back in my own room again. I'm back, but drifting again.<br /><br />The next one was a little creepier. Laying down, again, in a room, but it was different. Usually I have a long window in front of my REAL room, where a little light shows through. This room, however, had a tiny window, and a lot of light showing through. I couldn't tell the difference though, and thought nothing of it. I was mistaken, as I realized, when the silhouette of my mother enters. I'm thinkin "what the fuck" as she comes closer and whispers "Chloe....time to get up," which was scary in itself. She then grabs a handful of hair on the back of my head, and jerks it back. I shake awake. <br /><br />By this time, I'm wondering why I'm having all these little "dreams" if you can call them that. I swear to god I am awake all through them, I KNOW I'm in my room, I know it isn't real, but it's... I don't know. I can feel it. Mentioned above, when I woke up, I was laying in the position of how my mother's hand had guided my head. I'm moving with the dream, see? >:|<br /><br />Okay, so for the next one. <br /><br />I slip back in. I'm numb again, I can't move. I'm sitting on a couch, with two men in front of me. One has a guitar, the other just stands there. You can just tell they've got an evil sort of aura about them, just by the look. They sit down. A phone on the table beside the couch rings, and I pick up. Nothing but static and incomprehencable little pops and such. I'm scared, so I get up and start running out of the room. I enter another room. There's no one, nothing, the room in unfurnished, but it has a closet and a window. I go for the window, then shake awake.<br /><br />By this time, I'm understanding that these are just what my mind makes them, so I try something different. I try my best to think of lighter things, good things, you know. When I was younger and had a bad dream, my father would describe to me a paradise of sorts, so I tried to reinact that. I tried to bring flowers, a meadow, sunlight, just all around <span style="font-style:italic;">good</span> things, ya know? Nothing worked. I couldn't. It was like a game with myself, light overcoming dark... except the dark won. I went into it again, I lost, as the dark overcame all that I could fathom:<br /><br />Numb, I sit there. I'm visiting someone in prison, you know, where they have that glass inbetween the two, and the phone so they can talk? There's no one in front of me, so I'm wondering why I'm here in the first place. I get up, and wander through the halls. I look through certain doors that have a window in them, but it scares me. There's another door at the end of the passage that lies through the door I'm looking through (whew). On the side of each passage, hall, there's a large window, as if it's a window you'd look through at the zoo. There're dead people in there, but they're animated. I'm so scared, I start walking again, trying to find a haven of sorts. Nothing works, there's no where to go. I reach the end of the hall I was walking in, and there's another door. It's the same as all the others, with the window. Through it, I can see at the other end, is the other door as to be expected. Except on the other side, is (appearntly) someone I'd like to reach. He's the only...living thing there... I needed to reach him. I couldn't, though. The animated corpses blocked me.<br />I shook awake.<br /><br />Back in reality, I'm franticly praying to God. I'm atheist, so that's a tad bit off, don't ya think? I didn't know what to do, though. I didn't understand what was going on, why I couldn't think of anything pleasant. I'm praying, I'm trying to understand, but I hit the numbness again. I'm out.<br /><br />This time it's different. It's like I'm drifting in and out of this, while still remaining numb. <br />I'm in a house, talking to someone. I can't see who I'm talking to, nor hear them. The phone rings, and I start talking to BOTH entities. O_o <br />-Back in reality, I can't hear anyting now. Maybe I wasn't completely in, I can't be sure. My mouth is moving, I'm almost certain that I'm singing something.. but I can't hear. In my mind, though, all that forms is "Jesus loves me this I know..." Why the hell am I singing that?-<br />Leaning on the counter this time. I'm still talking, but this time I can hear the voice, and discern who it is. Appearntly, it's God.. or satan. An image flashes: twenty or so men are dead, up on crosses, in a formation of a huge heart. I'm back in the house, talking again. God's asking me if I realize what I'm doing, if I really WANT to turn back, if I really want to go for the greater good.<br />-Reality. I'm confused at this point. I try to look around, but I can't.- <br />I'm not leaning on the counter anymore. I'm crying. I tell god that yes, I'd like to make it all better. He tells me I have to pay for my sins, as well as for the sins of the twenty men I've murdered. <br />Me. I murdered them. <br /><br />That was it for me. The most I could take. I shook awake. I still couldn't move, but I knew it'd pass if I kept back here. If I didn't go into another "dream" then I'd soon regain movement. I'm trying to move my head to the sides to make sure I don't, but that's not going so well. My eyelids want to close, but no. I won't let them. <br /><br />I've got it back, I can move. I'm not numb anymore. Shakey, I get up and go turn on the light. I'm scared at first, not knowing if I'm really REALLY back, or if it's another dream. The lights are on, and I'm back in bed, sitting up this time. I look at the clock. It's 5:30 a.m. Just two hours? It seemed like a lot more. I check my broken watch beside the clock, to make sure. Yep....five thirty.<br /><br />My eyes are darting around the room, as much to check detail as to just stay awake. This seems like reality. I'm not in and around myself anymore, so it must be. It is, in truth. I realize there isn't that sense of my own control around everything, that I'm not within my mind. Good...<br /><br />I can keep my eyes open at this point, though I'm still extremely paranoid. I think I see things move, but I don't. I thought my pillow, the one I use to wrap my arms around while sleeping, actually rocked back and forth.. but it didn't. I keep the lights on as I lay back down. I'm afraid of the dark now... I don't want to return to my own little twisted world. <br /><br />I'm still tired. I don't know why, seeing as I got 8 hours of sleep before. Nonetheless, I still feel sleepy. I'm experimenting, though, seeing if everything will return, or if the light will keep me safe. It turns out the latter was the truer. I wake up at 8 or so, with no recollection of any 'dreams'. <br /><br />So what the fuck was all of that? I'm frightened. I don't want this to happen more often. I don't want worse things to happen. Everything was so damn real. What is this? What is my mind doing? What am <span style="font-style:italic;">I</span> doing? I don't understand. I'm not sure if I want to try and sleep without the lights on ever again. I'm not sure if I want to be athiest anymore. I almost completely changed my entire belief because of that. Almost. Thoughts in my head consisted of.. I was infected with something. I'm contaminated. I was going back to the religious state of mind, and just simply thinking I had a shit load of demons.<br /><br />But no, that contradicts my entire belief system. I believe there is nothing to believe in, a paradox within itself. So I can't go along that line of thinking. It then turned to.. maybe I'm depressed? Why, after all those years, after EVERYTHING, would it hit now? No, it's not that I'm sure. Then what, a mental illness? Please don't say I'm crazy. <br /><br />Or maybe it's just one of those nights. Maybe this will never happen again. Perhaps I needed to filter everything out, all that haunted me, all that lay underneath. Maybe this is just my way of expelling everything I don't want. I don't need help, I'm aware of that. I don't need a bible, and I don't need medicine. <br /><br />What. The. Fuck.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111281186999598888?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1112670175216937992005-04-04T19:47:00.000-07:002005-04-04T20:02:55.216-07:00That particular day was bad -- bad, as in my mood was along the lines of "I don't give a fuck" or "I'll be as mean as possible". Don't assume I don't regret it, because I do. I know I was an ass. <br />The truth? The god's honest truth? <br /><br />Torment is by far one of my favorite games. Not only one of my favorite games, but one of my favorite BOOKS, too. So, naturally, this was one of my favorite campaigns. As a matter of fact, I haven't played a better campaign. I know, I know, what's that compared to the more experienced D&D players? There is no comparison, however, because they all like it too. <br />So take this away from me, do what you will. Just know that I'll miss it, and so will the others. <br /><br />On to other things, because what was written above appearntly isn't supposed to be said by me. <br /><br />Eh, stayed home sick from school. I'd go into detail, except most of you wouldn't appreciate it. Aveline would not shut up last night, so that factored in with the whole sick thing. I'm feeling better, after loading my body down with meds, but man. >:| She just wouldn't shut up! What the hell is her problem? :( <br /><br />I also called the hospital today, to see if I could go volunteer there. The lady in charge of the volunteers wasn't there. O_o That's a bit odd, don't ya think? Shouldn't...they be there? I'd really like to go see if there's anything I can do. I'm paranoid about college. :P<br /><br />Then I went to a... Mary Kay party today. This one was different than the last, thank god. Last time, the lady PILED the make up on our faces... man, it just looked horrible. This time lighter colors were used, so it looked better. Hehe, I had a fun time. <3<br /><br />After that, Felicia and I went to McDonalds, woo! She and I both ordered salads, which was good. I'm trying to get out more, riding my bike, eating healthier. It's never to early to start good habits, right? Especially in eating and excersizing, where if I don't develop them NOW, then it'll be harder later. Then, knowing me, I'll just totally give up when it's harder, and become a fat old lady at the age of...30. Bleh. <br /><br />So now here I am playing eq2. I've got a character that I like a lot, Malica. She's neat. Half elf predator right now, soon to be a....a...RANGER, fuck yes. I'm excited.<br /><br />On that note, I think I'll pay more attention to her now. Ta-ta! <br /><br />-gone-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111267017521693799?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1112432522764805732005-04-02T00:51:00.000-08:002005-04-02T01:02:02.766-08:00The first thing I'm wanting to talk about, I'm not going to. Things in chronological order, please.<br /><br />I got home from school, ending with yet another... interesting time on the bus. Appearntly, when I am mad, my hair comes up higher on my head. It's hard to explain, I'll be able to show you all. Felicia knows. :P SO HA. <br /><br />I came home, and called Fe almost immediatly. She called Josh and Daniel, they called James, I'm thinkin he called Russell and Lorissa, then Felicia talked to me again over AIM. Whew. We decided to go ahead with our plans from last week, and see Sin City. Russell and Lorissa didn't go, though, on account of many things. I'll see them tomorrow,and we can make up lost time, eh? ^_^ <br /><br />Fe came to pick me up, then we all went to go eat at the diner, excluding James. For some reason, he had to stay at his house until -- what? -- seven, I think. Why, I don't know. Regardless, however, Josh, Dan, Fe, and I still ate at the diner. Felicia had a chicken wrap (as usual), I ha ice cream, Dan had nothing, and Josh had this huge piece of meat. Yes, laugh now if you please, Josh having meat. Huge meat, at that. <br /><br />After food, we decided to go over to Russell and Lorissa's anyway, before the movie started. Everyone played a game of magic, while Lorissa and I did other things. It was fun, I enjoyed it. <br /><br />So then it was on to Branson. We still had a lot of time to kill, but eh! Whatever, right? The ride up there proved to be long, as always, but nonetheless enjoyable. We went directly to the theatre after entering Branson, and went in. When trying to buy tickets, I stood back. Guys, I was born Jan 22, 1988, but they don't know that, right? I mean, I didn't have any identification on me, so I decided to play it on the down-low. You know, bein all sneaky sneaky. <br /><br />I don't want to write anymore, actually. I'm tired. I probably won't ever finish this entry, but hey, what the hell. Most of you were with me, anyway, and know very well almost all the details of the events we shared. :P Woot. Tired now, going to sleep.<br /><br />Man, I need to take writing classes. o_O <br /><br />/gfdlkgjfdg <br />out<br />and gone<br />and friggin<br />going to sleep.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111243252276480573?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1112049199886792662005-03-28T14:33:00.000-08:002005-03-28T14:33:19.893-08:00<TABLE WIDTH="304" BGCOLOR="#51336D" CELLPADDING="2" CELLSPACING="0" ALIGN="CENTER"><TR><TD VALIGN="MIDDLE" ALIGN="CENTER"><TABLE WIDTH="300" BORDER="0" BGCOLOR="#333333" CELLPADDING="0" CELLSPACING="0"><TR><TD ALIGN="CENTER"><A HREF="http://quizme.stvlive.com/" target="_blank"><IMG SRC="http://quizme.stvlive.com/pastlife/quizme.gif" ALT="Quiz Me" WIDTH="300" HEIGHT="35" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" BORDER="0"></A><BR><FONT FACE="verdana,arial,helvetica" SIZE="2" COLOR="#6FA6B2">Chloe McEntire was<BR><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#77CAD0"><B>a Strange Dragon Slayer</B></FONT><BR>in a past life.<P><FONT SIZE="1"><A HREF="http://quizme.stvlive.com/pastlife/quiz.php" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none; color:#C0ABEF;">Discover your past lives @ Quiz Me</A></FONT><BR><BR></FONT></TD></TR></TABLE></TD></TR></TABLE><br /><br /><br />This is proof. Felicia and I have always been related. ALWAYS.<br />A-L-W-A-T-S-O-F-T-H-E-N-A-T-I-O-N.<br /><br />o_O<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111204919988679266?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1111829748786838982005-03-26T01:32:00.000-08:002005-03-26T01:35:48.786-08:00Blog is back up.<br /><br />No shit, right? <br /><br />Yeah, well fuck me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111182974878683898?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1111645773064395382005-03-23T22:29:00.000-08:002005-03-24T10:31:53.633-08:00<table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'><form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074669322' method='POST'><tr><th colspan=2 bgcolor='#000000'><font color='#DDDD88'>Would anyone want to bang you? by phobia</font></th></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>Name:</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'><input type='text' name='Name:' value='Chloe McEntire' size='20'></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>Favorite Food:</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'><input type='text' name='Favorite Food:' value='cheese' size='20'></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>Wants to Bang you:</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'><img src="http://members.tripod.com/~retro4/johnny_depp003.jpg"></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>This many times:</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'>5877</span></td></tr><input type='hidden' name='un' value='phobia'><input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1074669322'><tr><td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'><input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'></td></tr><tr><td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'><font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'><a href='http://memegen.net/'><font color='#DDDD88'>Quiz created with MemeGen</font></a>!</font></td></tr></form></table><br /><br /><br /><br />You know I would.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111164577306439538?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1111537962101560062005-03-22T16:31:00.000-08:002005-03-22T16:32:42.103-08:00A.J.'s coming over in a few minutes. :) Staying until 9! Yay, fun happy times!!<br /><br />Also: I just got a cell phone. I am happy. HAPPPPY<br /><br />I FEEL HAPPY<br /><br />omg he's almost here.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111153796210156006?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1111352066886950492005-03-20T12:33:00.000-08:002005-03-20T12:58:32.600-08:00I updated yesterday, but oh well. You will all have to suffer through another update, all... two of you. That's right! I know how to exact torture. >:D<br /><br />I woke up at.. about 9:00 am today, I suppose. Somewhere around there. It was early... too early. There was something fishy about that time... I just couldn't put my finger on it. What? Okay, let's stop.. that.<br />So I woke up, and the first thing I do.. other than put on PJs (ha), is go downstairs to my computer. I have to admit it wasn't oh so bad being grounded, especially since I had done what any rebel, satanic, hethen would do. Yet, I just couldn't shake the feeling of finally being free. <br />Yes, a week is a long time. Thank you very much.<br />So, no more enters, spaces. <br /><br />Yes, Arabella's only 4 years old, she can't reach the dresses in the closet. MAN, THIS IS A CRUEL WORLD IT BE. :(((( <br /><br />Or something. <br /><br />Okay, my hair smells weird. I sprayed this stuff in it, and it's all like 'MWHAHAHHA' then it farts. :( On my head. :( How gross is that? :( Totally. .. what<br /><br />I got up in the middle of the night to go get a glass of water. While wandering through my house, a silhouette of a man lumbers up beside me. Before I can react, he has a piece of cloth around my mouth and rope around my hands. I try to run, of course, but he holds on to me. The sheer strength of this man easily over powers my own, and I am at a loss. He picks me up, and we head out the door, into his car. <br />He places me in the back seat, laying me down. Then he gets in the drivers seat and starts the car. My heart is racing by this point, sweat begins to bead on my skin. Where is he taking me...?<br />Finally, we stop. It had seemed like hours since the journey began, and very well could have been, for the sun started to show. He gets out of the car, but doesn't come to get me for a long long time. <br />After the wait, he's back.<br />Picking me up, we head over to a tree -- a huge tree. At the base of the tree, he steps on a certain root three times, then two. A door opens. We go inside. He carries me to an elevator, and we start going up. Not knowing what's going on, I try to get away, I try to save my life. Again, though, he is too strong for me.<br />When we reach the top, or at least what I thought was the top, we step out into a audience chamber. At the far end of the room, there is a throne, and atop the throne, there is an elf. We walk up to him, and I am set down on the ground, presented like a present.<br />Then evil hell hounds shoot out of the elf's mouth and devour me, and that's how I became satan. :)<br /><br /><table align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2><tr><td align=left bgcolor=#F6E5CE><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style='color:black; font-size: 12pt;'>Your Penis Name is: <b>Bavarian Beefstick</b><br /></font></td></tr></table><br><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/penisname.html"><b>Get your own Penis Name</b></a></div><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111135206688695049?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1111221163550083382005-03-19T00:24:00.000-08:002005-03-19T00:32:43.553-08:00We are accidents waiting to happen.<br /><br /><table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'><form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1060701205' method='POST'><tr><th colspan=2 bgcolor='#000000'><font color='#DDDD88'>Which Band Should You Be In?<br /> by <a href='http://www.couplandesque.net'><font color='#DDDD88'>couplandesque</font></a></font></th></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>Your Name</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'><input type='text' name='Your Name' value='Chloe McEntire' size='20'></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>Band Name</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'>System Of A Down<br /></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>Role</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'>Bassist<br /></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>Trademark</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'>Well-Worn Doc Martens<br /></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>Love Interest</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'>Well-Known Actress<br /></span></td></tr><input type='hidden' name='un' value='couplandesque'><input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1060701205'><tr><td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'><input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'></td></tr><tr><td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'><font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'><a href='http://memegen.net/'><font color='#DDDD88'>Quiz created with MemeGen</font></a>!</font></td></tr></form></table><br /><br />Fuck. Yes. <br /><br />Not been on the computer for a bit, and for good reasons, too. None that you shall know, though. Well... most... of you shall not know, for it is I, CHLOE, MASTER OF DOOM, FROM WHICH THIS MESSAGE COMES FROM, And.. and... I'm just friggin tired. <br /><br />School: good<br />Life: good<br />Things: good<br /><br />Well well well, really wish I could write more, really really wish I could. Tired, though. Too terribly tired. I wrote something the other day, and I liked it. Ha, how often do I like my writing? Often enough, I suppose.<br /><br />Also, I've decided.. that.. I can't really share any of me fears with any o' you. Not fer me likin' how things turn out. WHAT, WHY. What the fuck, "ye" and "yer" and "o'".... jesus. <br /><br />Oh, by the way, Jesus has a crush on me. *blush* I should have known, when he kept blessing my water at the reception, ooh how sweet. You know, I just might make a move on the Messiah one day, one day....one...day.....on.e...d...a.y......<br />That is, if god will let me. If god doesn't let me date Jesus, I think I'd just faint. Pfft, keeping two young people from love, that's just not right.<br /><br />And I know many people who would slap me down right now if they read or heard me talkin like this. What the fuck, date jesus -- part of god! That is, in accordance to a book. Just a book, one book. Nothing more than a book. :) <br />Well, to me.<br />Not to some...of you, maybe.<br /><br />Man, I'm tired. Go to sleep, go to sleep. Good night, good night. I'll see you later, seeing as the end of my sentence is up.<br />I have been dealt with appropriatly. <br /><br />Oh, and I shall e mail you back some time later, perhaps. I don't have the time right now, though it's funny how I have the time to write all of this. I'm tired, though. Too terribly tired. <br /><br />Goodnight, goodnight.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111122116355008338?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1110500505010852562005-03-10T15:44:00.000-08:002005-03-10T16:21:45.013-08:00Let's see what Chloe's mind can unleash in an unbridled thought process. Alright? Are you ready? Set... GO.<br /><br />One of my double matches has written me. I actually made a hotornot account when I was in a relationship, but now that I'm out, I'm taking it more seriously. Yet, I'm 14. Oh well. If they want to know, I'll tell them. I'm not expecting anything out of it, actaully. Good and bad, right? <br /><br />Steven's hot. NO, not Steve Harris, I really don't have an opinion on how that Steve looks. He's more of, or was more of a friend. This is a different Steve. His name is Steve, and that's all I pretty much know about him, besides the fact that he's hot. We met on the System boards, COINCIDENTLY just like Eric and I did. In no way am I going to branch things out that far, I promise. Didn't I just say that I'm not interested in the matching game? <br /><br />I wonder what it feels like just to take a glass bottle and smash it up against something. I've smooshed a lightbulb, I've THROWN a glass, but never have I taken a glass bottle and smashed it on the table or on a wall, or something. Then I wonder what it feels like to just go after someone with the sharp edges of that broken bottle. I wonder what that feels like.<br />I wonder, also, how I would be if I couldn't control my anger. I'm already scary enough when I get mad, but to let go entirely? I have no doubt that I would probably end up killing someone. And such is the human mind, without control. There is no good, there is no evil. There is only what we percieve. <br /><br />When I get older, am I going to be a slut? Most likely. Though I may be able to control some of my rage, I'm not sure about lust. I'll turn out to be a whore, just like my grandmother whom I so despise. I wish she'd die. She's old, anyway. If I had my way...<br /><br />I love my clarinet. <br /><br />If love WERE like a rose, the title of my blog now lost to the viewers, I wonder what my love would look like. That would depend on the person you're talking about. For Felicia, my love for her is a thriving rose, healthy in every way. For, as an example, my grandmother, that rose doesn't exist. Would it even BE a rose, should it have somehow been allowed to flourish just a bit longer? I don't think so.<br /><br />Even though I may push some people away, even call them names, say horrible things about them, I still love them. Way way deep down, though it may be. I don't seem to realize that through my words and actions, I have a power to crush people entirely and utterly. <br />Maybe things aren't so bad.<br /><br />Sometimes I wish I don't remember my dreams. <br /><br />There's too many people right now. There's always too many people, it seems. And when there's not too many people, there's not enough. o_O Or maybe I'm just picky. Choosey. A whore.<br />What?<br />Feel the raindrops.<br /><br />Oh.... okay. <br />I need to clean.<br />Clean.<br /><br />Goodbye! <br /><br />Felicia's gone somewhere right now. I'm not sure where she left to, but she said she'd be back. Maybe she's over at Charlotte's house, maybe not. YOU CAN NEVER KNOW WITH THIS PARTICULAR NINJA. <br /><br />I have whores as friends, have you noticed this? I mean, my school friends. I sat down at lunch today, and realize I was the only virgin at my table. It all just makes me wonder.<br /><br />Nothing we could do.<br /><br />I'm tired. <br /><br />SO GOODBYE AND STUFF.<br /><br />-gone-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111050050501085256?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1110411488514481262005-03-09T15:01:00.000-08:002005-03-09T15:38:08.516-08:00Ah, today was a day to reflect and grow. Eli and I have released our bonds given to us by the ever-present responsibilities of being in a relationship, to put it one way. This is a good thing, for both he and I, leading us to a better understanding of what a real relationship should consist of. Though, through these revelations, I have a feeling that I've only begun to see what reality has in store, haven't even skimmed the top. <br />My feelings on relationships right now, are just to sit back and observe. Maybe one day, I'll find out that I have the tools needed to reach a certain level in a certain relationship, but it doesn't feel so now. I am content with remaining as I am, comforted by my many good friends, with no real pressing need for something more in my life. There will be time, I'm sure. I am, after all, only 14 years old. <br /><br />However, I find that others my age, particularly the girls, don't take a step back and see things from a different angle. I had seen my relationship steadily decline, while another one of my friends keeps thinking she's in love with every guy she meets. I wish I could slap her, honestly. She's turning into, more or less, a slut, a whore. Nothing more than another piece of ass to these guys. First, it was Mark. She met him, and on that same day, they had sex. He's in prison right now, for stealing lots of goods. He's also 19. <br />Then there was Eric, who she thought changed her whole view on the world, gave her more of an "insight." He treated her like shit.<br />Then there was Mark yet again. She had made a mistake, so she claimed.<br />Then there was Chris, whom she gave a blowjob in a church.<br />Then there's Shelby, to which she fucked the first night she spent the night over at his house. <br />She won't stop.<br />I can see this, the rapid fall of herself, losing who she is. Yes, all girls go through the "I'm in love" stage, but to this extent? She even claims she's a whore. What now do I have to use against her behavior? How can I convince her that NO, these people do not love her as she thinks she loves them? She won't listen to anything I say, nor does she learn from her mistakes. <br /><br />There are so many things I don't understand.<br /><br />A bond between two people, can be just as easily broken as it was formed, depending on the depth of the bond. Felicia and I have gone through shitty fucking times, but we're still close, and we still love each other. My father and I have gone through even more shittier times, and our relationship has never been better (except for perhaps when I was teeny tiny). Those bonds reach into the very person I am, to the very building blocks of what is essentially me. Eli, however, doesn't come even half way to that. <br />How easy my choice would be, picking between two people, should they have been between someone like Eli and Felicia. How difficult it would be to choose between Fe and Father, though. I'm just rambling, with no particular point, but I hope I never ever have to make that one day. Something in me wonders if I just wouldn't seperate from the two. That's something I won't know, though.<br /><br />Just basic human interaction intrigues me. I want to know why and how, if that makes sense. I want to know what leads a person to do something, and what sparks just pure impulse. Merp.<br /><br />I suppose I can talk about the rest of my day now, eh? <br /><br />I woke up today with blood in my throat. I can't remember a lot about it, since it was early and I was still disoriented, but I remember specificly feeling that in the back of my throat. I didn't taste it, though, seeing as it wasn't in my mouth. Just... back there.<br />I'm a bit worried. Maybe it's the stuffiness of my room. :P I don't like waking up and thinking "OH GOD I'M GONNA DIE"""""""<br /><br />In band today, I listened to Radiohead repeatedly on Ashelie's CD player, yumm. And read, yes yes. More than halfway finished with The Legacy, now. Soon to start on the second book, hopefully. YOU KNOW WHAT?! WULFGAR JUST DIED. AND YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE?! I WAS KINDA SAD. <br />No, I seriously had to keep from crying during class.... *hides* <br /><br />Anywho, I suppose the rest of my day was noneventful. I had no money for lunch again today, but I charged. >:D Meaning, I told them "I.O.U." basiclly. Good, good. I will avoid this until I can avoid it no further... THEN I SHALL KILL THEM ALL WITH MY SUPER NINJA POWERS, sorry they lose. <br /><br />Now, I fear, I am tired. Off to bed with me! Nap time, sleep, rest, relaxation, etc.<br />:) <br /><br />Fin.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111041148851448126?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1110334533601512852005-03-08T17:41:00.000-08:002005-03-08T18:15:33.603-08:00Well, I started my day out a bit scary-ish, eh? I woke up around 5:30 gasping for air, because appearntly, my throat was like "HAHAHAHAHA NO AIR FOR YOOUUU," And proceeded to try and kill me. :P After fuck knows how long I sat there, it FINALLY gave in, and decided to let me live again, god. Then my body felt all hot, and I had to kick off the covers. >.< This is the second time, man. Second time! I hope I don't die. :D<br /><br />After my oh so exciting experience in bed (haha, Chloe made a funny), I got dressed and went outside to the bus stop. There I saw two birds doing one of two things. Either these birds were fighting to the death, or making babies. It was hard to tell, and reflecting on that moment, I'm still not sure. Let's go with both, eh? They were battling to the death WHILE making babies. ^_^ <br /><br />This morning I got music from Holly. We're supposed to do a piece for Spanish, along with some other people from band. Yes yes, I'm not IN Spanish, but I thought "Hey! An opprotunity to show off my AMAZING SUPER CLARINET SKILLLLLZZZ" so I agreed to help. I don't like the music, though. I don't like playing it with people, either. Bleh, I have that horrible fear that I'm going to mess up, so I just don't try. :O Surprised! I don't even know when we're supposed to do this...and I haven't practiced... So fook moi. <br /><br />I've been reading more in The Legacy, having finished almost half of it, and having of started on it yesterday. It's a damn good book, too. I just wish Drizzt and Catti-Brie would hurry up and fall even more in love, and her friggin dump that ass of a barbarian. MAN WHERE'S THE LOVE!?<br /><br />In English today, we took a practice test. It was like "SHORTY STORY SHORTY STORY QUESTION QUESTION QUESTION" or something along those lines. I think I did pretty good on it, or perhaps I'm hoping. I have an 88 in that class, though, WOOOOOOO!! Man, score for friggin bringing up your grades at the last second. XD <br /><br />So at lunch again today, I had no money. Instead, this time I used to go to the band hall and practice the stupid song. :( I can't play it, despite how friggin easy it is. :( Why do I suck? Who knows. :P I can just see it now, in front of everyone. *shudder* <br /><br />Then on the bus ride home... I swear to god, Bo was insane. :P We BOTH acted different on the bus, today, I suppose. He was overly perverted, while I wasn't receptive at all. Usually he's like "I banged your mom" and I'm like "oh, she's fat. I'm sorry." Then we both laugh and have a good time.<br />Today he was like "<insert perv comment here>" and I was like "eeww nooo." <br />Man, I confuse myself. o_O <br /><br />When I got home, I took a friggin nap. I was so tired, and I still am, kind of. I think I had a dream about Drizzt, hehe. WELL, I've read all of these books, how can you expect me not to? I already had a dream that I was a Matron Mother. It was only a matter of time... >.><br /><br />I woke up not too long ago, and learned of a family time. WOOOOOOO! Wonder what we're gonna doooo. No doubt Dad has something awesome in mind, though. ^_^ I love my Daddy, by the way. I am, and shall forever be, a Daddy's girl. That's just how things are. :P He's been there more than my mother has, and is more tolerant of my hormonal outbursts. So this means the whole weekend with my awesome Dad, and I'm sure it'll be spent well. :) <br />Chloe <3s poo.<br /><br />I'm done for now, bitches. This is the most I've written in my blog in a long long time. :( Which is sad, but also tiring.<br />Off to go take a shower, and have awesomely awesome smelling hair yet again! MAAHA!<br /><br />-gone-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111033453360151285?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1110249604468405602005-03-07T18:18:00.000-08:002005-03-07T18:40:04.470-08:00I feel refreshed. :) It's like....someone hit the refresh button on the Chloe! But really, she just took a shower. WITH NEW CONDITIONER, FUCK YES. Then then then newwww stuffff to maaakkee my hair not soooo frizzzzzyyyy.<br /><br />Drama queen. Picture perfect, numb beligerance.<br />Narcissistic.<br /><br />Ahh, we went to Wally world today, yum yum. I gottt my hair stuff, floss, and pens + pencils. ALSO A HUGE ERASER. At then end of our adventurous adventure at Wally friggin World, we were ready go exit the dungeon...when...*BEEP* the warning went off. We sat there fore 10 minutes trying to figure out what exactly had made the little beeper thingie go off. AT LONG LAST, WE HAD FINALLY FOUND THE MISCHIEVOUS LITTLE CULPRET. It was a bottle of Niquil that hadn't been scanned properly, what the hell. They didn't even check the reciet, nor made us pay again. Hum, that makes me wonder what all I'd be able to gank from good ol' Wal-Mert. Just not stuff that's often stolen... HMMMMMMMM (she kids, she kids).<br /><br />Other than that, I suppose my day was pretty calm. I found out I didn't have enough money today at lunch to buy two little thingies, I forget what they're called. You know, they cost friggin 1.25 A PIECE. AAA FRIGGIN PIECE. In 7th grade they were no more than 75 cents. GOD I HATE INFLATION. <br /><br />You know, a thought crossed my mind. How many counterfeit dollars have I actually used? Is USING it illegal, or just making them? Because, you know, some of us are INNOCENT. INNOCENT I SAY, OH AMBASSADOR. What? Europe? I'll gladly move there. ^_^ (and sneak drugs in my huge overly large anus, as soon as I get around to eating a lot).<br /><br />Clarinet, my only friend. I PLAY YOU! But you don't mind. You are mine! Haha, pervert.<br /><br />I like words like "buffet" and "ballet" and "rendezvous"... you know, words that we've adopted that makes no grammical sense. It's like "BOLOGNA, WHAT!!?" Mwahhhhahaha, it's so neat. YES I AM FIVE YEARS OLD. SORRY, GOD.<br /><br />You know what I hate? I hate it when you take a shower, then there's.... really mooshy ear wax in your ear. I mean, you clean your ear out and all that, BUT IT STILL HAPPENS! WHAT THE FUCK. Also, I don't like how you can scratch your skin after the shower, AND SKIN CELLS WILL COME OFF AND FIND A PlACE UNDER YOUR FINGERNAIL, eeww. I mean, you're clean, and that's great. It's just dead. Skin. Cells. They're so hard to rid of, too.<br /><br />Oh, JOSH WOOLLEY, SIR, WHAT'S THAT DISEASE WHERE THE SKIN MAKES TOO MANY SKIN CELLS, AND BECOMES LIKE A HARD OUTER SHELL. IT HAS CRACKS IN IT AND ALL, AND USUALLY THE BABIES WON'T LIVE VERY LONG. WHAT'S THAT CALLED, JOSH? CHLOE MUST KNOW, SHE MUST. MWAAHAH. Thank you. :D<br /><br />I love every one of you. WITH ALL OF MY HEART. <br />(also: I don't like these people. >:( GO AWAY.) <br /><br />Kay, night.<br /><br />-gone-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111024960446840560?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1110064456591894892005-03-05T15:14:00.000-08:002005-03-07T18:17:40.246-08:00Ha ha ha<br />f a k e o u t<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111006445659189489?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1110064083074582682005-03-05T15:03:00.000-08:002005-03-05T15:08:03.076-08:00Mwaaaaaaaaaahahahah!<br /><br />Mmm... fun times last night. :) Wish everyone could do that. ^_^ I enjoyed myself. <br /><br />So................................................................................................................................................................................................ Can I break the page? Hmmmmm...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-111006408307458268?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1109980024020386002005-03-04T15:31:00.000-08:002005-03-04T15:47:04.023-08:00Guess what? <br />I am so awesome. <br /><br />Today was the day the teachers decided to let you make up your homework (besides coach richardson, of course, but I don't have that bad of a grade in his class). In French, my grade was a 59, because I hadn't turned in my workbook, or any of my vocab. BUT SEE, I had LOST my workbook! :( But then I found it, so yay! <br />Anyway, workbook and vocab are basiclly the only homework we do in that class, The only way I survived was by getting really good test grades, and by ocassionally turning something in. Since today is so close to report card time, I got to turn stuff in. Guess what my grade is now in French. >:D 74. FUCK YES. <br />I worked my ass off in English, too. I do homework for that sometimes, more often than french, and I just read a lot, so that adds to my grade. But, in english, it went from a 78 to an 88! Yaaaay!! I'm not sure what my other grades are, but they aren't too bad, I'm guessing. I got ungrounded by getting my teachers to sign a thing telling my parents that I'm a fucking ninja. Or... something along those lines. ;) <br />I'm just excited because I get to see people again! :D:D:D<br /><br />Blech, Eli asked me if I wanted to go bowling on Saturday. I told him that I was probably going to be with Felicia, seeing as I won't be able to see her for a long long long time. He sighed, and gave me THAT look. Yes, that look. I got so mad. I told him sorry for wanting to spend time with my fucking sister, who I might not SEE EVER AGAIN AFTER THE SUMMER, god damn that shallow boy. >:(<br /><br />Anywho, off on me way!!<br /><br />DANIEL, DAN DAN!! I finished Sojourn! I FEEL HAPPY. IIII FEEL HAPPY. *whack* <br />Anyway, so so so so what next? I've got Legacy of the Drow. I kinda want to start reading it RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND, but no. Nono. ;) Tell me your opinion, O Mighty Daniel. ^_^<br /><br />BYES<br />BYES GOODBYE<br />SEE YA<br />OH MY GOD I'M HYPER.<br /><br />BYE.<br /><br />-gone---<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110998002402038600?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1109909985935543312005-03-03T20:17:00.000-08:002005-03-03T20:19:45.936-08:00Felicia, I have to say, IS THE MOST FRIGGIN AWESOME SISTER ANYONE CAN HAVE. I'M SORRY, IT JUST WORKS LIKE THAT.<br /><br />Thanks to FE, I am NOW TOTALLY NINJACOOL WITH MY BLOG. Yes, that's right. Midget Raven. Felicia came up with that, too. Felicia = artsy. MWAAAHHAHAH!<br /><br />I love you, Fe! Thank you thank you thank you tytytytytytytyty (<---- internet lingo at it's best). <br /><br />All of you can worship us now, thank you. Leave some money while you leave, too. Thanks.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110990998593554331?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1109890513165671782005-03-03T14:08:00.000-08:002005-03-03T14:55:13.180-08:00<table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'><form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074762867' method='POST'><tr><th colspan=2 bgcolor='#000000'><font color='#DDDD88'>Who is your inner god/goddess? by wesblueeyes</font></th></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>What would you like your name to be?</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'><input type='text' name='What would you like your name to be?' value='Chloe' size='20'></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>Sex</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'>Female</span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>Age</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'>9,766,025</span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>Preferred Sphere of Power</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'>Art</span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>Favorite Spell</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'>Summon Celestial Diredonkey of Flowers</span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>How many disciples you have</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'>4,945,595,131</span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>You dwell in</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'>on top of the highest mountain within a iron tower</span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>This is what you look like</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'><img src="http://www.kvasir.no/smil/morobilder/img/hamster.jpg"></span></td></tr><tr><td colspan='2' bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black; text-align: center;' align='center'><table width='100%' cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 width='300'><caption><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>Chance you will rule the multiverse: 85%</span></caption><tr><td bgcolor='#000000' height='5'></td><td bgcolor='#000000' height='5'></td><td bgcolor='#111111' height='5'></td><td bgcolor='#222222' height='5'></td><td bgcolor='#444444' height='5'></td><td bgcolor='#666666' height='5'></td><td bgcolor='#888888' height='5'></td><td bgcolor='#AAAAAA' height='5'></td><td bgcolor='#CCCCCC' height='5'></td><td bgcolor='#EEEEEE' height='5'></td><td bgcolor='#FFFFFF' height='5'></td><td bgcolor='#FFFFFF' height='5'></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#000000' height='5'></td><td bgcolor='#FF00FF' height='10'></td><td bgcolor='#FF00FF' height='10'></td><td bgcolor='#FF00FF' height='10'></td><td bgcolor='#FF00FF' height='10'></td><td bgcolor='#FF00FF' height='10'></td><td bgcolor='#FF00FF' height='10'></td><td bgcolor='#FF00FF' height='10'></td><td bgcolor='#FF00FF' height='10'></td><td bgcolor='#FF00FF' height='10'></td><td bgcolor='#FFFFFF' height='5'></td><td bgcolor='#FFFFFF' height='5'></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#000000' height='5'></td><td bgcolor='#000000' height='5'></td><td bgcolor='#111111' height='5'></td><td bgcolor='#222222' height='5'></td><td bgcolor='#444444' height='5'></td><td bgcolor='#666666' height='5'></td><td bgcolor='#888888' height='5'></td><td bgcolor='#AAAAAA' height='5'></td><td bgcolor='#CCCCCC' height='5'></td><td bgcolor='#EEEEEE' height='5'></td><td bgcolor='#FFFFFF' height='5'></td><td bgcolor='#FFFFFF' height='5'></td></tr></table></td></tr><input type='hidden' name='un' value='wesblueeyes'><input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1074762867'><tr><td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'><input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'></td></tr><tr><td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'><font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'><a href='http://memegen.net/'><font color='#DDDD88'>Quiz created with MemeGen</font></a>!</font></td></tr></form></table><br /><br /><br />YES. YES I DO EAT MY BABIES. YES THIS IS AWESOME. OKAY. OKAY LOOK. I AM A FRIGGIN GERBIL. WHAT THE FUCK, I EAT MY BABIES. Yesssssss.<br /><br />So, in band today we did nothing pretty much. Mr. Watt put on our concert to let us listen to how we sounded. We sounded awesome, by the way. It made me smile! Pete, Marrick, and I were all singing our parts. Liz kinda stood there and laughed at us.... pfft. Though, I was surprised, if not of the quality of our sound, then just of the WAY the music sounded. It's different when you're sitting in the midst of all the sound, than when you're out there listening to it. <br />In Civics, we had another review game. Yesterday, the girls won with over 10 points lead. Today, though, was a different story. It ended up being 35 to 10. Boys won. You know, I think Coach some how rigged the dice he gave the humans with penises, though. Almost EVERY roll they made was an out. Pfft. (the game was modled after baseball, if you rolled certain numbers, they either mean a homerun, a single, a double, a triple, or an out.) Stinky boys.<br />In English we worked all hour on making up some of our work. I borrowed Heather's folder to see if I'd be able to use that to help me make up any of my starters, yay! I got a couple of assignments done that period, bringing my grade from a 78 to an 84, woot! Now all I need to do is write a few summaries for the six books I've read this 9 weeks. :P Fun times. <br />In Physical Science, we had a substitute teacher. He was an old, silly man. Our assignment was the Chapter Assessment, so that took the majority of the hour to do. While on one of the writing questions, I asked him about math. AND YES, math does explain everything within the physical universe, dear boy. It is NOT just an opinion. Bah!! <br />That's my day, pretty much. Justin let me have a chocolate bar in French today, just so long as I pay him the money tomorrow, since they cost a dollar. Woot. I've got the money in my pocket, now. If I don't remember to bring it, he's not going to be too happy. :P <br /><br />So, about math, and about this whole discussion I've had with Eric, and Pete, and Marrick, how do I explain? There is always an answer -- to everything. JUST because we do not KNOW the answer, doesn't mean that the answer isn't out there already, and perhaps unatainable, it still exists. This means there is no unanswerable question, seeing as the answer has already been. Right? <br />But what do I know. :P <br />I am inferior to your thinking ways, oh mighty one. I understand your point well enough, but then you choose not to even look at mine. Huh. Funny how that works. <br /><br />Enough of my complaining! <br /><br />I made a cute little bug out of the candy wrapper. Hahaha, when I first opnened it, I saw this golden wrapper, right? So Grant and I were like "YES I TOTALLY WON A TICKET TO WILLY WONKA'S CHOCOLATE FACTORY, FUCK YES." Then we proceeded to talk about Johnny Depp, Mrs. Madame and I. God, he's so hot. <heart> <br /><br />I know you, you know me.<br />One thing I can tell you is you got to be freeee.<br />WOOOOOOOO. <br /><br />Also: yay!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110989051316567178?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1109808601796659022005-03-02T15:56:00.000-08:002005-03-02T17:24:33.350-08:00<table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'><form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074624728' method='POST'><tr><th colspan=2 bgcolor='#000000'><font color='#DDDD88'>Your Stripper Info by <a href='http://www.livejournal.com/users/radioface/'><font color='#DDDD88'>radioface</font></a></font></th></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>first name</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'><input type='text' name='first name' value='Chloe ' size='20'></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>age</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'><input type='text' name='age' value='14 ' size='20'></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>Stripper Name:</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'>Zelda</span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>Specialty:</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'>climbing the pole</span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>Customers say:</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'>"Is she 14?"</span></td></tr><input type='hidden' name='un' value='radioface'><input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1074624728'><tr><td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'><input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'></td></tr><tr><td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'><font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'><a href='http://memegen.net/'><font color='#DDDD88'>Quiz created with MemeGen</font></a>!</font></td></tr></form></table><br /><br />HAHAHAHAHHAHA, I swear to god, I put a space after my name, and that's what it resulted in. The first one mentioned my name none. Heeehe.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'><form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074622752' method='POST'><tr><th colspan=2 bgcolor='#000000'><font color='#DDDD88'>Get to know the REAL you by <a href='http://www.livejournal.com/~_poisonoak'><font color='#DDDD88'>crash_and_burn</font></a></font></th></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>Your Name</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'><input type='text' name='Your Name' value='Chloe ' size='20'></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>You Are A:</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'>Sex-slave</span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>Your Favorite Band/Song</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'>Evanescence - My Immortal</span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>You Like To Read:</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'>The backs of cereal boxes</span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>You Firmly Believe In:</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'>Free love</span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>Everyone Thinks You Are:</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'>A complete loser</span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>You Were Conceived:</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'>On the 30-yard line</span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #FFFFFF;'>You Will Marry:</span></td><td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'><span style='color: #000000;'>A respectable person</span></td></tr><input type='hidden' name='un' value='crash_and_burn'><input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1074622752'><tr><td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'><input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'></td></tr><tr><td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'><font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'><a href='http://memegen.net/'><font color='#DDDD88'>Quiz created with MemeGen</font></a>!</font></td></tr></form></table><br /><br />Interesting....... TO SAY THE LEAST. What the fuck. At least I'll marry someone respectable, though... MWAHAHAHHAHAH! C'monnnn, lawyer! C'moonnnnn astronaut!!! C'monnnnn SCIENTISTS WHO FINDS CURE FOR CANCER! Fuck yesssssss. <br />But other than that, my little "get to know the real me" thing sucked balls. >.<<br /><br />We went to a band competition yesterday down in Springdale. There was a scoring system they used, if you got a one, that's the best. If you got a four, that's the worst. On stage, we got ones on all of our songs, perfect. Then, though, we had to go backstage and sit in a room all cramped together.<br />This room was the sight-reading room.<br />Given to us, was a piece called "Aragon"... We got eight minutes to look over it. After the eight minutes were up, we had to play. GOD DID WE DO HORRIBLE. We got a three in that area.... eewww. <br /><br />I'd elaborate, but I'm tired. :P<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110980860179665902?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1109629459071047302005-02-28T14:23:00.000-08:002005-02-28T14:24:19.073-08:00Why do I even write in my blog anymore?<br /><br />I don't know.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110962945907104730?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1109457209777007562005-02-26T14:24:00.000-08:002005-02-26T16:22:45.520-08:00Went out today with the family. It's been so long since I've been able to actually spend time with any of them like that. It was a good time, to say the least. We went out to the Dixie Cafe first, yum. Leaving that place, we all felt like we won't have to eat for at least two more days. Good stuff.<br /><br />After eating, we went to Treasure House Books. Good place, good place. Father got me the books for Legacy of the Drow, yumm. I'm not sure if I should go ahead and read these right after I finish Sojourn, but I don't think it matters much. The guy at treasure house books said it would either be this, or another one. I went with this. <br /><br />Then we went to Wal Mart. Good ol' Wally World. People were selling puppies out there, and they were cute. But alas, father did not let us get one. Go figure. :P While in Wally World, I got a purse. Yeah... <br /><br />So besides that, hope everyone's doing good. <br /><br />Guess I'm gonna go work on something now. I was going to finish Chapter one of my stupid little story thing, but then decided to take it down from my deviant art account -- the prolog, that is. I don't think I'm gonna be putting anything else up, because, simply, it all sucks. Sorry.<br /><br /><b> I am going to die Wednesday, July 16, 2053 <br />accoring to Felicia's blog. </b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110945720977700756?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1109298600012779462005-02-24T18:27:00.000-08:002005-02-24T18:30:00.016-08:00<b>Paranoid</b><br />Paranoid personality disorder is characterized by a distrust of others and a constant suspicion that people around you have sinister motives. People with this disorder tend to have excessive trust in their own knowledge and abilities and usually avoid close relationships with others. They search for hidden meanings in everything and read hostile intentions into the actions of others. They are quick to challenge the loyalties of friends and loved ones and often appear cold and distant to others. They usually shift blame to others and tend to carry long grudges.<br /><br /><b>Antisocial</b><br />A common misconception is that antisocial personality disorder refers to people who have poor social skills. The opposite is often the case. Instead, antisocial personality disorder is characterized by a lack of conscience. People with this disorder are prone to criminal behavior, believing that their victims are weak and deserving of being taken advantage of. They tend to lie and steal. Often, they are careless with money and take action without thinking about consequences. They are often agressive and are much more concerned with their own needs than the needs of others. <br /><br /><b>Avoidant</b><br />Avoidant personality disorder is characterized by extreme social anxiety. People with this disorder often feel inadequate, avoid social situations, and seek out jobs with little contact with others. They are fearful of being rejected and worry about embarassing themselves in front of others. They exaggerate the potential difficulties of new situations to rationalize avoiding them. Often, they will create fantasy worlds to substitute for the real one. Unlike schizoid personality disorder, avoidant people yearn for social relations yet feel they are unable to obtain them. They are frequently depressed and have low self-confidence.<br /><br /><b>Dependent</b><br />Dependent personality disorder is characterized by a need to be taken care of. People with this disorder tend to cling to people and fear losing them. They may become suicidal when a break-up is imminent. They tend to let others make important decisions for them and often jump from relationship to relationship. They often remain in abusive relationships. They are overly sensitive to disapproval. They often feel helpless and depressed.<br /><br /><b>Obsessive-Compulsive</b><br />Obsessive-Compulsive personality disorder is similar to obsessive-compulsive anxiety disorder. People with this disorder are overly focused on orderliness and perfection. Their need to do everything "right" often interferes with their productivity. They tend to get caught up in the details and miss the bigger picture. They set unreasonably high standards for themselves and others, and tend to be very critical of others when they do not live up to these high standards. They avoid working in teams, believing others to be too careless or incompetent. They avoid making decisions because they fear making mistakes and are rarely generous with their time or money. They often have difficulty expressing emotion.<br /><br /><b> End the emo </b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110929860001277946?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1109111663681337862005-02-22T14:15:00.000-08:002005-02-22T14:35:54.120-08:00And I feel fine. :) <br /><br />Mmm, finally got all of our Stocksquest.com porfolio turned in. I don't know if Jessica and I are getting full credit or not, though. We were supposed to have bought 13 different stocks, when she and I only had 11. :\ I think he'll understand, though. The printer at school was seriously fucked when we tried to print out all we needed, so maybe something in there fucked up. Either that, or I just didn't pay attention. o_O<br /><br />I finished Exile in English today. :) I liked the ending, where Drizzt and Guenhwyvar walk out onto the surface, and under the night's sky. Yummm. I need to get started on the third book here pretty soon. I like these books a lot, by the way. Thank you, Dan! :D<br /><br />At lunch, nothing really happened. I was sick after I had eaten, and tired on top of that. It really felt like I was gonna hurl every time I coughed. Then we went outside, and I passed out. It was really really really weird. I hadn't even realized I was out until I woke up, then when I did wake up, I didn't realize I was at school. At first my thoughts were incomprehendable to even myself, then I started to wonder what the fuck was going on. After I bit I went "woah" and everyone laughed, what the fuck. :P Yeah, thanks Eli. Strangly, though, after that I felt refreshed and good to go. ^_^ <br /><br />In French, Mrs. Monteith and the rest of the class went over our vocab words. After that, though, we started talking about the trip to France. It costs 3000+ dollars, and there is no way in living hell I'd be able to ever go. She tells us to get a job? Pfft, if I got a job, the money'd be going towards college, not a week long trip to europe. :( I don't think she understands that. :P<br /><br />Ahh, now I'm uber tired. I wanna do some stuff, but what is there to do? Not a lot, besides sleep. Sleep is goooood. I'll wake up around 8 or so, I imagine. Woot! <br /><br />SO, this has been yet another session with the Chloe. I hope you enjoyed your stay, and don't let the door hit ya on yer way out. Folks. <br /><br />-gone-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110911166368133786?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1109038760699283632005-02-21T18:17:00.000-08:002005-02-21T18:19:20.700-08:00So. Today is Monday.<br /><br />I had a band concert.<br /><br />We played.<br /><br />WOOPDIFUCKINGDOO.<br /><br />I came home.<br /><br />I ate.<br /><br />I sat in this chair.<br /><br />I'm writing this. <br /><br />I'm looking at the screen.<br /><br />I'm going to go to bed soon.<br /><br />I'm so bored.<br /><br />I'm not going to plead with anyone any more.<br /><br />I'm not going to.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110903876069928363?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1108968671100015902005-02-20T22:50:00.000-08:002005-02-20T22:53:13.620-08:00<p><div id=vpdiv><embed name="RAOCXplayer" src="http://www.collegeriot.com/movies/upload/1059721103.wmv" type="application/x-mplayer2" width="370" height="335" ShowC."0" ShowStatusBar="1" AutoSize="true" loop="true" EnableC."0" DisplaySize="0" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/"></embed></div><br /><br /><br />By no means do I think this is new, or that any of you have not seen it before. <br />I just like it. So there. <br />You know what else I hate? Too many people. I'd name one, but she reads my blog. <br /><br />You're not funny, by the way.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110896867110001590?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1108939786849232302005-02-20T14:40:00.000-08:002005-02-20T15:05:36.693-08:00no<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110893978684923230?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1108847117662647702005-02-19T12:55:00.000-08:002005-02-19T13:05:17.666-08:00This time I dreampt I was a Matron Mother. Everyone was gathered in this huuuge cavern type thing, with seats readily available to us. On a ledge off to the left, a higher matron mother gave out honors to other drow who had done something significant. <br /><br />After just a short list of people, she called my "name" out. Then for some odd reason she started to describe what I looked like. I wore a poofy red dress (not so surprisingly like the bridesmaid's dress), I had my hair braided and back, annd that's about it I guess. THEN she described this little glass ball that I used to center all my powers. Okay, this was weirdish.<br /><br />In my hands I held a tiny sphere made of glass. It had the ability to be extremely flexible and lightweight. I found that I had other balls and such assorted accessories within a pouch that hung to my side. I took out a teeny tiny itty bitty little ball, opened the slightly larger glass shpere, and set it in there. Immediatly it grew in both size and power. Yumm, I really liked that for some reason. o_O<br /><br />After they had finished describing me and whatever it was I did that deserved honor, something happened. No one in the huge cavern could see for about 3 seconds. During those three seconds, the speaker asked for Matron [whatever my name was] to step up and go up there. So I rose. When the thing cleared, and everyone could see again, TWO other drow females were standing ready to go to the speaker.<br /><br />No one could decide which one was really me. I find that silly, really. These other females were dressed in low quality combat clothes, and were dirty. Gross. Nonetheless, everyone was at a loss. <br /><br />The speaker, not knowing what else to do, called for us all to go up there. <br /><br />..... Gotta go. I'll write more later. :P<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110884711766264770?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1108832251317417162005-02-19T08:38:00.000-08:002005-02-19T08:57:31.320-08:00Bah, to hell with my deviantart story. People can do well without another addition to the ever-growing population of writers on that site, especially one who can't write at all. :P <br /><br />Today today, I don't know what we're going to do today. I can't even remember where we're supposed to meet. I do remember, however, that Russell's been sick. Upper respitory bronchitis, what he had. They say he's getting better, but still. :( I'm just glad that Lorissa didn't catch anything. That poor girl, who knows what would have happened if she had gotten it, though I don't know if you can catch it or not. o_O I'm not all too familiar with that area. :P<br /><br />So, woke up about an hour ago by Wesley calling Felicia. :P She got all girly in like two seconds, awww. But that's to be expected. She doesn't get to hear his voice all that often. :( MWAHAAHAHAHHAHA or something.<br /><br />I tried on my bridesmaid's dress, right? It's a perfect fit.... excluding the bossum area. I mean god! It either WANTS me to be naked, or it's stupid and thinks that all women have huge HUGE ta-tas (as wes calls them). Gross. Sooo, we're gonna get THAT fixed. Woo.<br />Plus, I've decided, if and when I ever get married, all of you are invited. But, you can only come if you agree to wear what I dress you up in. >:D hehe. Giggle. Snicker. Sigh.<br /><br />I think I cut my eye last night. O_o Damn fingernails, always getting in the way. I was messing with my eyelashes or something, and my finger was all like "AAAH MY MINIONS ATTACK NOW! MWAHAH." So then they found me, and I ended up twitching on the floor. Woooo. :P<br /><br />Yay for Denny's and lots of retards! Ooo, but there was this one guy.... ;)<br /><br />Anyway, Constantine wasn't that bad of a movie. We went to go see it last night, and all that. For something in the religious sense, it was nice. ^_^ I like the whole heaven/hell thing. ^_^<br /><br />Anyway.... ANYWAY MEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMMEMEMEMEMMEMEMEMMEMEME.<br /><br />Low self esteem comes with age. It's always worry that floods your mind about how these people that you've been around for years perceive you. I suppose. Or at least something like that, right? I just don't want people to know things about me. Like... how I can't play alone. In front of the whole band. I don't want them to know that I make mistakes, or that I'm good (ha) or whatever.<br /><br />Whatever<br /><br />Foldgers in your cup!<br />I've had that song suck in my head for the whole morning. I'm betting it's Wesley's fault. :P It's ALWAYS Wes's fault. :P Duh.<br /><br />So I'm off to continue on with the boredom. Nothing to do online, really, except surf. Wooooo. Nothing to do here -- yet -- so wooo. :P <br /><br />-gone-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110883225131741716?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1108655791957517412005-02-17T07:49:00.000-08:002005-02-17T07:56:31.960-08:00Last night was really weird. Meaning, my dream of course. No, I'm not really pregnant.<br /><br />My dream, right? My step mom and I were both pregnant, along in the same months, too... which was around 9 months. For some strange reason, though, I couldn't remember ever having sex, and thus I couldn't find out why I was pregnant. My father was really pissed about it all, telling me I'm a whore (ha, wonder where that came from) and all that stuff. He ended up leaving me at home, while he took my step mom to the hospital.<br /><br />Then, Felicia comes over. She's not mad at all, and if anything, she was happy. She started asking me questions, like "how does it feel" and stuff like that. :) She stayed there and talked to me for a long time. <br /><br />A little while later, some people pull up in our driveway. They came out -- with guns -- and held us hostage. :( I was so scared. :(<br />Then my dream ends, woo.<br /><br />Having that dream made me wonder about a lot of stuff. Though, I don't want a child any time soon, it's something to think about, right? :P<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110865579195751741?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1108602880878392282005-02-16T17:03:00.000-08:002005-02-16T21:29:51.600-08:00So here's a copied and pasted form of a result I recieved from Tickle.com. I don't know if this is a trusted site, and though it might be, I truely doubt it. But, here goes anyway.<br />----<br /> Congratulations, Chloe!<br />Your IQ score is 122<br /><br />This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others.<br /><br />Your Intellectual Type is Word Warrior. This means you have exceptional verbal skills. You can easily make sense of complex issues and take an unusually creative approach to solving problems. Your strengths also make you a visionary. Even without trying you're able to come up with lots of new and creative ideas. And that's just a small part of what we know about you from your test results. <br />----<br /><br />I doubt. :P But, anyway, that was a good....booster in my self esteem for like 2 minutes, until I realized.... I'm retarded anyway, and my IQ is only the potential, not what I apply. <br /><br />So, I'll let you all in on the thing Eli had to talk to me about at lunch today? Wanna know what it is? Do you really really wanna know? Truely? Probably not, but oh well.<br /><br />Eli's step mom thinks I'm a slut. A whore, as are closer to the words she used. Not because I did anything, not because she thinks ill of any girl that comes close to her son, but because of Ryan's mother, who had told her so. In case you hadn't known this before, Ryan's mother hates my guts. She's called my house before, threatened to call the police, told my father I was a whore, said I "spread it around like peanut butter", and lastly has yelled at my father as well. <br />So, in an attempt to find out more about me, she found out lies. Fucking. Lies. Ryan's mom also told her I was a lesbain. Yeah, makes a lot of sense, don't you think? Now, Eli's step mother doesn't want me near him. Doesn't want me talking to him. He can't talk ABOUT me, or anything. <br />.... that's...not good.<br /><br />Oh the fuck well. <br /><br />Bah, besides that, my day was.... a day. So fucking tired, though. Lately my energy has just been sapped for one reason or another. I couldn't even keep my eyes opened for majority of the time at after school band practice. I'd say I need more sleep, but that can't happen. Bah! BAH HUMBUG DAMMIT. Or something.....<br /><br />Anywhooot, I promised my French teacher that I'd send her some Radiohead songs. :D Off to gmail, duh duh duuun!! <br /><br />-gone-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110860288087839228?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1108568323321636522005-02-16T07:27:00.000-08:002005-02-16T07:38:43.323-08:00What?<br /><br />Okay, so anyway. I had some really good stuff to talk about last night, because I couldn't go to sleep. Right now, though, I can't remember what any of it was. I WAS going to go into a whole big long fucking post, but oh well. It's not like anyone would want to hear my ranting anyway. :P <br /><br />So... Eli just told me that he needed to talk to me at lunch. Joy. OH yea, I know you all will be able to share in my suspense. Yeah okay. :P I'm just worried. But, what happens happens, right? I guess so.<br /><br />Jessica's over here on HER gmail account, and writing to ifarted.com. Hehehe, she's talking about a lot of...stuff.... that I'm sure would be better left unsaid. Let's just go with, she farted and someone died. :( It was a little kid....trapped in...a bubble! OH YES THAT'S RIGHT. <br />Every time you see me, Hasmir is in trouble. I like to chew gum, and I like to blow a bubble. One time, I blew, a bubble, so big, inside of the bubble, was a little kid. Little kid come out, and he say to me "shwhat?!" I said "GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY HOTDOG. THAT IS SOMETHING can't touch." <br />^_^<br /><br />You know on the roller chairs, how they have a lever underneath that allows you to lower or raise your chair? I keep wanting to reach under this chair and do that...but.. I can't. BLEH ON THE SCHOOL. Or something.<br /><br />This will be a longer post, longer than I have ever ever posted in school! MWAHHAHHAHA! The feeling of "hehe" is gone now, though. It's not longer of any importance. It's just me doin something like I always do, or something. OR. SOMETHING. Cheese.<br /><br />You know, I find that in different enviorments at different times, I have a different attitude for my post. As in... right now I'm acting as a normal 14 year old. At Fe's I act like I'm all adultish. At home, I'm a jumbled mess of adult/kid. By no means do I say I'm mature, just that I've got that perspective. Do you know what I'm talking about? I'm guessing only I know what I'm talking about, which is both a good thing and a very very bad thing.<br /><br />Without the ability to communicate, we'd all die. :( This is a point that's been proven many times over, said too many times, and should probably be laid to rest. It's nothing new. <br /><br />Bah.<br /><br />No more for you!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110856832332163652?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1108507080183631702005-02-15T14:30:00.000-08:002005-02-15T14:38:00.186-08:00So, how's that new bike working?<br /><br />You mean the diamondhead?<br /><br />Of course. Why, are you working on another bike?<br /><br />No, no I'm not. What would make you say that? *shifty eyes*<br /><br />Just... you seemed to not know what bike I was asking about, as if there were more than one.<br /><br />No. <br /><br />okay.<br /><br />.....<br /><br />...<br /><br />Anyway, how's that coming along?<br /><br />It's good.<br /><br />... That's all?<br /><br />What?<br /><br />Alright. Nevermind.<br /><br />Do you happen to have any plutonium?<br /><br />....... When you sleep, where do your fingers go?<br /><br />I'd rather not answer that question.<br /><br />That's gross.<br /><br />What?!?<br /><br />Nothing. Ew.<br /><br />Stop saying "ew" if it's nothing.<br /><br />You know, nothing can't happen. As in..."nothing" can't really exist. <br /><br />Why not?<br /><br />Because, think about it. There's always something. There's never nothing. Nothing can't exist. Ever. <br /><br />Alright.<br /><br />I thought you would have seen what I was talking about...<br /><br />Nope.<br /><br />Fine. Wanna go grab some coffee?<br /><br />You know, coffee in french is "café", but then again, café in french is "café" as well. Pourquoi?!<br /><br />It's an idiomatic word, then? <br /><br />Can there be idiomatic WORDS? I thought it was just expressions, like..."it's raining cats and dogs". <br /><br />Maybe it's like english. We have words spelled the same that mean two different things. <br /><br />Perhaps. But these are french people. I thought they were supposed to be better than us english people.<br /><br />Who ever said it was a bad thing?<br /><br />Well... no one, but don't you think it'd confuse someone? That's bad.<br /><br />That's not bad unless you want them to be confused.<br /><br />Maybe.<br /><br />What?<br /><br />okay.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110850708018363170?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1108420399872658852005-02-14T14:27:00.000-08:002005-02-14T14:33:19.876-08:00So here's a list.<br /><br />-Chocolate<br />-Rose<br />-Bear<br />-Kisses<br /><br />This is what I got from Eli today. <heart> The chocolates were goooood, and the rose smells so pretty. I love roses. I still love my bear, too, even if Bo did break the heart off of it's hand. :( See, he was making the bear HUMP the heart, and somehow, someway, it broke. :( He said sorry, and stole a chocolate for me, though. That makes up for it, right? Of course! ;) <br /><br />Shelly, one of my friends, had gotten this HUGE, STUFFED, catipiller. Yes. That's right. It was huge, and stuffed. She and I couldn't believe how big it was. I mean, how could it fit?!? A penis that big is just scary. Aww, but Ryan bought it and gave it to her. Ryan and Shelly have been going out for a year and a half, I beleive. Two years in September, she says. I think it's cute. ^_^<br /><br />Of course, I would. <br /><br />Right now, I am content with what I have, and what I have is life. I'm not so big into the daring, the adventerous, exciting life. I'm just happy, sitting right here, waiting for mom to get the kids in the car so I can go over and try on the brides maids dresses. Just.....fine. :) <br /><br />I still hurt, though. God damn sickness won't go away, it seems. My head is going to explode, and it'll be infront of you all!! MWAAHAHAHAHHA. Plus, I went to bed at 2 last night then woke up at 6:30, which doesn't make for a good day at school. :P<br /><br />AGAIN, our concert is a week from TODAY. :( <br /><br />Anyway, I'm off!! Goodbye to you.<br /><br />-gone-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110842039987265885?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1108345628414863092005-02-13T17:41:00.000-08:002005-02-13T17:47:08.416-08:00I feel sick. I feel like I have a fever, but FUCK if I know, because there is no way to tell.<br />My head hurts. <br /><br />You know, I really don't like Valentines Day. Or Christmas. Or most any other holiday. I don't like it when my fingers get really numb. I don't like it when it's bright outside, then you come back in, and everything looks really dark. I don't like it when people I'm not close to touch me. I don't like it when I ask someone to do something politely, then they decide to be rude about it. My effort was wasted. I don't like being surprised... sometimes. I don't like feeling like shit. I don't like too much attention, but I don't like too little. I don't like the fact that I'm hard to please.<br />I don't like me. <br /><br />I've done most of those things, within my list of things I don't like, to other people. Other people, other people.<br /><br />I'm tired.<br />MEMEMEME ME ME<br />ME LOOK AT ME. Me<br />me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110834562841486309?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1108169767198235872005-02-11T16:55:00.000-08:002005-02-11T16:56:07.200-08:00What's this? What's this?<br />There's color everywhere<br />What's this?<br />There's white things in the air<br />What's this?<br />I can't believe my eyes<br />I must be dreaming<br />Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair<br />What's this?<br /><br />What's this? What's this?<br />There's something very wrong<br />What's this?<br />There's people singing songs<br /><br />What's this?<br />The streets are lined with <br />Little creatures laughing<br />Everybody seems so happy<br />Have I possibly gone daffy?<br />What is this?<br />What's this?<br /><br />There's children throwing snowballs <br />Instead of throwing heads<br />They're busy building toys<br />And absolutely no one's dead<br /><br />There's frost on every window<br />Oh, I can't believe my eyes<br />And in my bones I feel the warnth<br />That's coming from inside<br /><br />Oh, look<br />What's this?<br />They're hanging mistletoe, they kiss<br />Why that looks so unique, inspired<br />They're gathering around to hear a story<br />Roasting chestnuts on a fire<br />What's this?<br /><br />What's this?<br />In here they've got a little tree, how queer<br />And who would ever think<br />And why?<br /><br />They're covering it with tiny little things<br />They've got electric lights on strings<br />And there's a smile on everyone<br />So, now, correct me if I'm wrong<br />This looks like fun<br />This looks like fun<br />Oh, could it be I got my wish?<br />What's this?<br /><br />Oh my, what now?<br />The children are asleep<br />But look, there's nothing underneath<br />No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them<br />Oh ensnare them, only little cozy things<br />Secure inside their dreamland<br />What's this?<br /><br />The monsters are all missing<br />And the nightmares can't be found<br />And in their place there seems to be<br />Good feeling all around<br /><br />Instead of screams, I swear <br />I can hear music in the air<br />The smell of cakes and pies<br />Are absolutely everywhere<br /><br />The sights, the sounds<br />They're eveywhere and all around<br />I've never felt so good before<br />This empty place inside of me is filling up<br />I simply cannot get enough<br /><br />I want it, oh, I want it<br />Oh, I want it for my own<br />I've got to know<br />I've got to know<br />What is this place that I have found?<br />What is this?<br /><br />Christmas Town? Hmm...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110816976719823587?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1108077005836799912005-02-10T15:00:00.000-08:002005-02-10T15:10:05.836-08:00I sneezed so many times today. No, it's not even funny. It's like...SNEEZESNEEZESNEEZESNEEZESNEEZE HAHAHAHA. :| <br /> <br />Coach today, warned us not to get on any site that wasn't related to what we were doing in class. >:D MWAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA! I suppose he saw me get on this site, because I swear I had ereased all that suggested I had done otherwise. Oh well. ^_^ No more writing at school for me! <br /> <br />Ahhh, only an hour on the computer for Chloe until she gets her grades up. As a matter of fact, I'll have to be going soon. I'm not complaining, though. I like to be able to read and, even, write. Last night I wrote two more poems. I need to stop that, though, the whole poem thing. When am I going to resume my story writing? Hopefully soon, I like creating events within my mind and transposing them to paper. ^_^ <br /> <br />Bah, I haven't eaten anything today, save for these vanilla wafers. No time in the morning for breakfast, no money for lunch, and nothing healthy for me to fix when I get home. :P OH well, let me sit here and eat these wafers, no biggie. O_o <br /> <br />Today, I finished Homeland. Dan, I shall be getting that book back to you a.s.a.p., because I don't want to have another situation unfold, such as the whole movie thing. I'll be getting those back to you as well. I mean, I haven't watched them, I'm probably not going to, so what's the point? If I've had them for this long and haven't watched them, it's only fair that I return them to you anyway. :) So you'll be getting your stuff back. Thanks, Dan, for letting me borrow them! <br /> <br />Our band concert is a week from Monday. We're playing three songs, one fast, one slow, and one slow/fast. ^_^ I invite you all should you wish to come, but you don't have to. Really, I think only my family wants to come, but oh well. :P <br /> <br />I'm really enjoying playing one of our songs, though, the Radetsky March. However that's spelled. I was 2nd clarinet part, but 3rd clarinet suits me better, it seems. My only problem is playing loud, and GOD knows Mr. Watt HAS to have his third clarinet sound. :P Eeh, another problem is that when he asks us three to play... .I get all teeny tiny. Bleehhh. MWAHAHHAHA. <br /> <br />I gotta go. I guess I'm going to go sleep, then read, then sleep some more, then watch TV! You totally needed to know what I was doing, since it served NO PURPOSE WHAT SO EVER! <br />mwahah. <br />joy. <br /> <br />-gone-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110807700583679991?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1107878175661595372005-02-08T07:48:00.000-08:002005-02-08T07:56:15.660-08:00Yet again, I am in school. 2nd period, Coach's class. I mean, I love Civics, it's just that this is boring, stocks and all. :( We're not doing so well, either. Oh well. <br /> <br />Anyway, Jess is trying to mess me up. It's not really working, except with... the whole NUMBERNUMBER HAHAHAHAH attitude there. Though, she's not being loud, or saying 'number number'.... She IS bumping my chair, though. Seeing as we have roller chairs, if I weren't such a ninja, I'd go flying. ^_^ I win! <br /> <br />Hello Chris. You can't read! Jess does not equal 'geez'. :D OH MY GOD SO MANY PEOPLE. Two people are a lot, right? OH MY GOD CHRIS STOP READING OUT LOUD AND MAKING FUN OF MY TYPOS. GOD. You're a buttface. AGH. No, not "eugh" -- "agh". hehe, you snorted. >:D <br /> <br />Ha, I love... school? No I don't. Merp. I LOVE DOING THIS, THOUGH! Makes me feel oh so super ninja-ish, even if that isn't the case. Don't ruin my fun! DON'T! I'm in my happy place right now. <br /> <br />Ahh, I can't wait until I grow older, and other things will be more...CHRIS, OLDER DOES NOT EQUAL ORDER. GOD. 56 yijef32bthygh <br /> <br />............. oh my god. That was just a pirate attack from Chris. STOP TAKIN IT UP THE BUTT. Eeew. No. NO YOU CANNOT WRITE ON MY BLOG. Get your own. AND STOP MAKING FUN OF MY TYPOS. <br /> <br />OH MY GOD <br /> <br />okay, I'm gone. :D <br /> <br />-gone- <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110787817566159537?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1107792368179603852005-02-07T08:02:00.000-08:002005-02-07T08:06:08.180-08:00MWAHAHAHHAHAHAH SCHOOL COMPUTERS MAKE ME GIGGLE!! <br /> <br />I can't actually get *into* my blog, however.Just posting. WHY does it feel so damn good to do this? <br /> <br />YES FOLKS, I AM retarded!! O_O I know, I know, it's hard to uh... see, but yes. Chloe = retard. <br />:D <br /> <br />So anyway, we're looking up (or supposed to be looking up) stock crap. Bleh. We're down a lot. :( We lost a lot of money, and we're in like 38th place. >.< BLECK ON YOU, I SAY! Damn H&R Block, too. I have to make a profile thingie, telling WHY I bought it, and it has to include the stupid logo as well as other things.... <br />Oh well, whatever. :D <br /> <br />BYE! Off to see what other things I can get into. >:D I feel so mischevious.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110779236817960385?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1107751338619996532005-02-06T20:39:00.000-08:002005-02-07T14:43:57.880-08:00Well, that was gay. :P <br /> <br />Awesome > Gay. <br /> <br />Sorry bout that. <br /> <br />Uhm. <br /> <br /> <br />Pooooooo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110775133861999653?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1107674723018653902005-02-05T23:25:00.000-08:002005-02-05T23:25:52.476-08:00I'm beginning to feel like my blog is cluttered. Like there's too much stuff up here that serves no purpose, that doesn't need to be here. I don't like it. Maybe it's my writing style, maybe it's the fact that I have some pictures up here. Maybe, though, it's the fact that my thoughts have been cluttered here lately. I don't know. <br /> <br />Anyway, perhaps what's making me so sick, besides womanly problems, is allergies. I wouldn't have even the slightest on how to tell what my allergies are, though. But if I go to a doctor, I bet I can get that all taken care of. You know what I can't take care of? The problems I have each and every month, that I can't avoid, that normal medicine doesn't work quite as well with. I had once gone to a doctor for that problem, and at first was going to be put on birth control to help with that. Good god my father had a fit. He appearntly thought, and he told me so, that I would go out and fuck. He didn't actually say "fuck", but he told me he didn't want me moody, and to go fooling around with "boys". So that was all to shit. I ended up being put on some anti-inflamitory stuff, I've forgotten what it's called now. <br />That stuff worked pretty well. I went to Cali soon after, and hadn't had problems until one certain month. See, I woke up so sick, that I had to take it immediatly , or I felt as though I would pass out right then and there. After I had taken it, though, my stomach fully protested, and proceeded to push it back up. I sat there for a looong long time just dry heaving, becuase I hadn't eaten anything. I don't understand, though, because when I took it before without food, it was alright. O_o <br />Anyway, you know how when you go somewhere for awhile, and you *always* seem to forget to take things with you? Yessir/ma'am, I had left my medicine there, because it's not something I think about too hell of a lot. :P Along with my medicine, I left my guitar. :| That was almost a year ago. And.... my mom still hasn't sent either one of those back. I really really need my medicine, even if I do get sick off of it every so often. :( I wish I had my stuff. <br /> <br />SOOOO, enough of me complaining. :P <br /> <br />To be able to write a book, or even a story, takes a lot. You have to create a world, however large or small it may be, and that takes skill, along with time. It's not easy to write outside of this world, with your own rules and events. It's not easy at all, and I find that really suck at it. It's easy to write within the rules and boundaries of this world, though. Well, I mean, everything's already written FOR you, and all you have to do is make up a series of actions and reactions that tell events that've occured. Not that hard, if you think about it. <br />By the way; yes, you can think about something too much. There's just no answers, no good answers for anything. If you sit and try to find an answer, for hours, for days, for years, you'll drive yourself insane. You'll drive yourself to the brink of insanity, and right into depression's arms. Though many would not like the idea, to stop thinking would be bliss.... or if not bliss, then at least some level of happiness, right? I mean, ignorence gives you peace and understanding, but not comprehending. It allows you the space for your own rules, and your own life, so to speak. <br /> <br />and (I'm going to be blunt) <br /> <br />What if "god" was just another explination for something we didn't understand? That we just didn't get? Like, no no no I know some people will be like "but he IS the answer!" but that's not what I'm getting at. <br />Something fictional. You know how back in man's more ignorent days, people would explain things like frogs by spontanios generation, thinking that they (and other creatures like them) would just rise from the swamp? What if god's the swamp. We're the frogs. <br />See, we're living within our enviorment, which is, essentially, "god", but that doesn't nessicarily mean that that is what created us. What if there's more to it. Not just some omnipotent being that has this unheardof amount of POWER, and is also conscious, that has created us. Because, in reality, how can something, as an individual mind, exist? How can it think and act upon its own? The mass, just the general explosion of power, would overload, would it not? I can understand something like that as a group, though. Power shared amongst many, and fed through different perspectives. <br /> <br />I don't know. I"m just rambling. I can't even remember most of what I've written, but yet I do. What? Don't start that crap, Chloe. Being all "philosophical" wasn't in your job description, right? You're a teen, act like it, dammit. Stop doing all of this. <br /> <br />Exactly. Stop. I need to stop. <br /> <br />Sometimes I grow afriad that I'm putting myself in situations that are far too advanced for my experience. It's like I shouldn't be there, at all. And it IS that I shouldn't be there, because I haven't gone that far yet. <br />Do you know what I mean? I'm being silly again. <br />ha. <br /> <br />-gone-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110767472301865390?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1107634934947987662005-02-05T11:53:00.000-08:002005-02-05T12:22:14.946-08:00Sometimes, in my mind <br />I can't see the world at all <br />There is only black <br /> <br />Color of my eyes <br />Turns from hazel to blue-sky <br />When all has faded. <br /> <br />I sometimes ponder <br />Why poop is so damn awesome <br />And yet, gross as well. <br /> <br />Is this obsession <br />With all things that are morbid? <br />No doubt, a mistake. <br /> <br />And there is no end <br />To the endless giggling <br />That has plagued us <br /> <br />See my empty cup <br />That has been there for so long <br />It sits no longer. <br /> <br />Laugh at what I say, <br />I know you really want to <br />But I enjoy this. <br /> <br />end <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110763493494798766?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1107582501771610332005-02-04T21:30:00.000-08:002005-02-04T21:48:21.773-08:00Hello. <br /> <br />I'm on Felicia's laptop right now. Did you need to know that? Does it enhance the time you've spent reading my blog? No, not really. Rather, I'm going on about this just to hear me talk. Or, rather, just to keep a constant stream of thoughts going. But I could to that any time of the day, so why write it down? Because I know that there will be people reading this, and that's the whole point, right? <br />Meh. <br /> <br />I've been sick today. Most of you know that..... but yet again, that doesn't really matter. I have a cough, among other things that.. people appearntly don't like mentioned. Or something..... I just suck. <br /> <br />Anyway, I hurt. YAY! <br /> <br />I really don't... want...anything. <br /> <br />Hope you got my e mail, by the way. <br /> <br />-gone- <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110758250177161033?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1107470350384204992005-02-03T14:39:00.000-08:002005-02-03T14:41:12.746-08:00<img style="width: 779px; height: 556px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v169/PickleMonkey/Dotdotdot/sick.jpg" alt="Hosted by Photobucket.com" /> <br /><span style="font-family:times new roman,times,serif;"> <br /> <br /> <br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110747035038420499?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1107399760095455532005-02-02T18:15:00.000-08:002005-02-02T19:02:55.853-08:00That's right. Instead of just editing the last TWO posts I made, I'm going to make a new one. Why not? This is a blog, a journal, the keeper of my thoughts. I don't just think once a day. :P Yeah.... <br />The last two posts aren't really supposed to be two posts. I wrote that in the morning, then want to publish it.... but something was wrong with blogger. So I reposted it, after it hadn't gone up for a few hours. Then I reposted it and....BOOM, double post. Now, I've deleted the other one in my account, but it doesn't show that I've done that on my actual blog. >:( damn errors. <br /> <br />To err is human. <br /> <br />You know what I've realized? It's really cold. You know what else? I hate that. I don't like being cold. Stick me in a 75-80 degree enviorment, and I'm good. Fuck, it can just be at least 70, I wouldn't mind. But this weather? I don't like. :\ oh well. <br /> <br />Sitting here on Felicia's laptop right now. :D I like typing on this keyboard, it's faster. It has to be because of how the keys have less mass, and are closer to the actual...thingies... and..stuff..... <br /> <br />ANYWAY I'M OFF!! <br /> <br />Ninjas rock. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110739976009545553?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1107377103020908332005-02-02T13:44:00.000-08:002005-02-02T12:45:03.020-08:00Snow. <br />A single snowflake that falls to the ground, is beautiful. It is like no other snowflake, it is its own. Traveling down to join the others, this snowflake gives a mystic feeling. Floating....silently, and awaiting. <br />It is beautiful. <br />When the snowflake reaches the bottom and joins the others, that is gone. It is no longer a single snowflake, but rather just a part of one huge whole. It no longer shares its unique beauty, but has melted and merged with the others. It is lost among normality.... <br />I don't like that... <br /> <br />It's the fear of being normal, of being average, of being like everyone else that keeps me trying to break out of the mold. I'm more like most of you than I would care to admit in person, and in a way, that's okay. In another way, it terrifies me. I hate the fact that I'm so easily read, that my thoughts and actions can be calculated. It takes everything out of it, for me. I just don't like it. Humph. <br /> <br />I'm glad we didn't have to go to school today. I stayed up "late" last night, and was rather tired this morning. I ended up only sleeping in to 9, though, which was okay. Tried to get on Everquest2, but that didn't work so well. Kithicor sever is down, as well as...all the others, I believe. Maybe it's just my computer, or maybe it's just because of the snow. <br />nevermind... it's back up. <br /> <br />Hmmm, eating cream of chicken soup right now. It's good, but good god. I wonder how much oil is in this. Then I'm drinking pepsi, which isn't any better... : <br />Aahh, Eli told me that outside was almost as beautiful as I was. I think I'm happy now. We had a little...."fight", but it wasn't really a fight. o_O Get what I'm saying? Oh well. Whatever.... <br /> <br />Now I hurt.... my stomach doesn't feel good, and food is suddenly unappetizing. I want to...sleep, or something. Bah. I hate my writing. >:( <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110737710302090833?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1107300621483058832005-02-01T15:30:00.000-08:002005-02-01T22:05:23.966-08:00<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v169/PickleMonkey/Dotdotdot/inthecornersthatareneverthere.jpg" alt="Hosted by Photobucket.com" /> <br /> <br /> <br />So photobucket has this nifty little feature that lets me directly link <br />photos onto my blog. :D I think it's neat! Mwahahahahha! I just <br />recently found this pictures while searching Google Images for 'never <br />there'. This is the first one. Pretty, eh? <br /> <br /> <br />I'm also updating my deviant art a lot. &gt;:D BWAHAHAHA. Http://lostintegrity.deviantart.com <br /> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span> <br /></span> <br /> <br />Dualisme <br />par Paul Gèraldy <br /> <br />Chèrie, explique-moi pourquoi <br />tu dis: "MON piano, MES roses", <br />et "TES livres, TON chien" ... pourqoui <br />je t'entends dèclarer parfois: <br />"c'est avec MON argent A MOI!" <br />que je veux acheter ces choses. <br /> <br />Ce qui m'appartient t'appartient! <br />Pourquoi ces mots qui nous opposent: <br />le tien, le mien, le mien, le tien? <br />Si tu m'aimais tout a fait bien, <br />tu dirais: "LES livres, LE chien" <br />et: "NOS roses." <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110730062148305883?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1107211003070733812005-01-31T14:05:00.000-08:002005-01-31T14:36:43.070-08:00God...dammit. It's an endless cycle, isn't it? Why aren't things getting better? WHY?! Things seem to be going fine, until a certain point. <br />Then everything's back down again. <br /> <br />I can't take this. I can't keep doing this. I'm so fucking tired. I JUST want things to be better. <br /> <br />No matter what I do, I can't seem to pull you out of it. I can't pull you out of anything. No matter what I say, or do, NOTHING is better. Nothing. I prove no worth. No one needs me. Why do I even go out anymore? It's like this with all of my friends. I make people laugh, but when it comes to the real situations, I'm worth SHIT. <br /> <br />Saying the wrong things, at the wrong time. Giving false hopes that aren't paid attention to anyway. I don't have this experience, I don't know how to deal with such things. I can't, I can't, I can't! God fucking dammit. <br /> <br />And now you're gone. I've caused it. All back in my face...... again. HOW DO I GET INTO THESE THINGS. What am I to do about it?! I can't fucking fix anything whatsoever. <br /> <br />Bull fucking shit. <br /> <br />I'm tired of leaning on you all. It's nice, I like it, but I want to be strong. I'd like to have a sense of security, ya know? That'd be nice. I'd like to go through little teeny events without having to cry, or through huuuge events without CRYING ALL THE DAMN TIME. It's becoem pathetic. Being in this state disgusts me. I wish it would end. >:( <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110721100307073381?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1107069624912479062005-01-29T23:18:00.000-08:002005-01-29T23:20:24.913-08:00I don't really want to talk to anyone. Not right now. It's not about that person, it's just that talking might make me realize things I don't want to. <br />And... I don't want to. I guess that's it. <br />I really don't want to. <br /> <br />Fuck. I'm tired. >:( <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110706962491247906?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1106968535592447622005-01-28T18:57:00.000-08:002005-01-28T19:17:48.976-08:00So.... How's it goin? I'm appeantly Russell's friend. WOOOO! <br /> <br />Aah, over at Fe's house right now. She just gave me a back massage, and it felt sooooo good. She got a knot in my back, and I swear to god I'm a new woman because she got it out. ^_^ Yay for feeling GREAT! <br /> <br />You know how people can get mad at each other and all of that? I know what that's like. My father and I, for example, have been through so much shit. The things I've said to that man, the things he's said to me, are just so horrible, that it would tear any weak relationship apart. Though, he and I are closer than we've ever ever been, BECAUSE of the shit we went through. We're so close, we can laugh and share jokes, still love each other and show it. There were odd moments, at times, when he and I could barely stand to look at each other. We couldn't talk to each other without some sort of underlying malice, or some hint of being uncomfortable. <br /> <br />It's really amazing how close you grow with a person after you and that person has been through some shit. <br /> <br />The thing though, is forgivness. It's hard to forgive someone, it's hard to see past all the stuff that's been said, or done, but it can happen. Put everything to the side, and let the old feelings of friendship come back. That's all that has to be done, simple as it seems. *sigh* <br /> <br />I never want to loose someone over anything at all. Unless they've done something horribly wrong, horribly horribly, liiiike...say, if they killed the friggin milkman's wife, then raped her dead body, THEN I wouldn't want to hang out anymore. :P That's just kinda creepy. Yet, if both parties were sort of "mad" at each other, there's always room to come back, right? <br /> <br />I know where I stand in this situation. I will not say sorry, though I will accept a 'sorry'. Just as long as I know, as you tell me, that things are better, that you're willing to try and fix things, then it'll be so. Prove to me you know where I was coming from, show me that you still care. I'll be here when you're ready. <br /> <br />I promise, if you push this any farther than it's gone, however, it shall be broken. If still you refuse, if you still push me away (and it is indeed so), then I CAN'T come back. Even if I wanted to, who can come back to someone's closed arms? No one, silly. <br /> <br />I'll still be here, kay? <br /> <br />~Chloe <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110696853559244762?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563355.post-1106625022251155872005-01-24T16:01:00.000-08:002005-01-24T19:50:22.250-08:00I can see that as the days pass, I grow more and more concerned with my future. I want to be a doctor, but I don't think I'll have the resources to achieve that. I don't know how my grades will fair, though I can try for the best. I don't know what sorts of scholarships there are out there, or how much they offer, nor do I know if the government is willing to give me a grant, and if so, for how much. <br />I hate it right now that my future seems to be uninsured. I want to make sure, however early it may seem, that I'll go into what I want, while still making a decent living. I know that with being a doctor would boost my income far over what someone needs as to live comfortably, but that isn't the point. Helping to better the lives of someone would be reward enough, and if it were possible to live while cheaply saving people's lives, I would. I can't, though. <br />I don't know what I can do. <br />My other options are to become a writer, or become a bum. I suppose if I find myself a husband who makes a good amount of money, I could become a housewife. Yet, looking upon the lives of housewives, particularly my step mom, who don't have other jobs anywhere else, gives to me an insight. I really don't want to do that. If you're content with staying at home and tending to the needs, then that's an extremly good thing! It's just, I don't want to do it. :( <br /> <br />So the rest is unknown, and I continue to travel through this passage, hoping that my luck will yet again save me from certain failure. I can't always depend on luck, though, nor looks. Not everyone can be wavered by charm or promises.... and that is where I fall. <br /> <br />Ah, well. Right now I stubbornly refuse to venture to anything but the present. Felicia and I are going to go get some Taco Bell pretty soon. <br />FIVE MILLION HOURS LATER. <br />Look! We're back. Fe and I went to taco bell, then to wal mart. I GOT MIKE THIS CUTE CARD!! But I can't tell you about it, for I don't know if he reads my blog or not. ^_^ I'm going to send it to him, though. He's a huuuuge redneck, and says that IIIIII have an accent. :( Tell me the truth. Do I have an accent? As in....a hickish accent? <br /> <br />Anyway, eq2 time. I'm tired. :P <br />LSKJDFLSDLKSHGSKJg <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8563355-110662502225115587?l=theentityismine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045022701490960897noreply@blogger.com3