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I’m just a 19 year old girl meandering through existence, trying to achieve my dreams… Though I’m still a little fuzzy on what my dreams actually are. I want to learn and do many things, but I need to work on my motivation and determination, as they’re severely lacking. This blog is to help me keep track of what I need to do, my dreams, inadequacies, triumphs and to release my overall negativity.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

A Scroll Down Memory Lane

Wow... I found some ooooooold blogs that I used to write on, from like 2004. I can't believe how much has changed since then, I'd forgotten almost everything from that time. It's really an odd feeling reading things that I wrote from so long ago.

I found some old songs I wrote, old poems, and even a very bad monologue I had to write in french. XD

Le caractère- Anetter.

Vieillir- 13.

Placer- l'Asile Insensé.

Le problème- Est insensé, veut que les gens pour ait cru qu'elle n'est pas.

Regarder- le regard en bataille, fatigué, déprimé et uniforme.

Les valeurs par-dessus tout- Sa conviction qu'elle n'est pas insensé. (Et son Bob d'ami.)

Avant que l'asile- la Mère a trouvé la séance de Anette dans sa pièce se dispute avec le
mur, avec les égratignures descendant l'arme.

La situation- Anette a obtenu a ajouté juste à l'isolement cellulaire à l'Asile insensé après essayer de se sauver. Donne vent et complaing à son ami, Bob. (Qui est un singe invisible de conversation.)



Anetter:

(Les cris aux ouvriers d'asile) je vous déteste ! me part seul ! me permets de va !

part de moi ! Je ne peux pas croire que je suis dans ici, encore !

Ce n'est juste Bob pas, vous savez ?

Parce que je ne vois pas pourquoi que je dois être ici, je ne suis pas insensé ! (Écoute) oh fermer en haut, je ne suis pas insensé..

(Les rhythmes) il doit y avoir une façon pour sortir d'ici, faire les croit we're...(listens)...

Croire que je ne suis pas insensé (écoute, roule des yeux)

Bob, je ne vais pas faire qu'ils veulent, parce que que ces besoin de secousses est pour moi aller à l'orientation, et et juste être un bon petit prisonnier.

(Les arrêts arpentent, les éclats) bien, que je ne ferai pas !

Ceci est l'amérique, je devrais’t doit venir ici juste parce que nous avons un petit combat ! (Écoute, alors les hurlements)

Non ! Je ne vais pas calmer Bob, je devrais’t est ici du, les adultes sont diabolique, ils mettent’t comprend. ..Never fera..

(Les soupirs) Bob, je mets’t sait ce que je’m va faire. ..It’s si dur est ici, nous devons sortir d'ici bientôt, l'I. DE I. ..

I met’t pense que je peux durer beaucoup plus long. Je me sens comme moi vraiment vais insensé parfois..

(Assied sur le lit, les regards en haut soudain aux yeux écarquillés) NON ! (Les gens d'asile entrent) NON ! BOB ! AIDE !

LAISSER ALLER ! Je’M n'ALLANT pas ! NON ! Je’M PAS INSENSE ! Je’M PAS ! ME PERMETTRE DE VA ! ME PERMETTRE DE VA ! ...(is a enfoncé et donné un coup) ..I’m pas insensé. ..I’m pas. ...(Is a exécuté de pièce)

And here is one of the old poems. Please remember this was back in 2004. Hahaha

As the clock chimes.


The clock chimes once.

The clock chimes twice.

Counting down to my demise.



The mourners are mourning,

Their loved ones parting.

As I lay here, slowly dieing.

Listening to the clocks slow chimes.



The clock chimes once.

The clock chimes twice.

As I wait hear.

Worn and weary.

Tired of this endless journey.

Waiting for my final curtain.

To be closed for all of time.


Alas’ the angels blow their horns.

As they slowly open up their doors.

Pulling me higher, higher still.

Watching my body grow distant, faded.

I leave this world.



Alas-

Alas, sweet world, goodbye.


Yeaaaaah...*cough* and here is an interview with a magic 8 ball... O_o

~INTERVIEW WITH A MAGICK 8 BALL~


Me: Hey, do you know my name?


M.B.: I was snoozing. Try again.


Me: Ok....Do you know my name?


M.B.: In life's big picture, it's not that important.


Me: Thats just rude. Do you know how rude you are??


M.B:You're out of it.


Me: I am not out of it. Are you?


M.B: Shuh.


Me: Is that all you can say?


M.B.: Not at this time.


Me: Oh, really?


M.B.: No way.


Me: You're really confusing, you know that?


M.B.: Perhaps.


Me: Okay, time for the interview


M.B.: Possibly.


Me: What do you mean, possibly?!


M.B.: You gotta be kidding.


Me: No, I'm not kidding, are you?


M.B.: You know better than I.


Me: Your a stupid 8 ball


M.B.: You didn't mean that.


Me: Okay, I didn't. But will you please answer my next question?


M.B.: With reasonable assurance, yes.


Me: Thank you.


M.B.: You betcha.


Me:Okay. How old will I be when the world ends?


M.B.: Ix-nay.


Me: what does that mean?


M.B.: Most likely.


Me.: Huh?


M.B.: Nope.


Me: So I wont be alive when the world ends?


M.B.: Well, duh!


Me: Are you always so rude?


M.B.: Not necessarily.


Me: Fine, then could you try being a little nicer?


M.B.: Not at this time.


Me: Bitch


M.B.: You gotta be kidding.


Me: No, your a bitch!


M.B.: Shame on you.


Me: Shame on me?


M.B.: Well, duh!


Me: Hey, all I wanted was an interview with you. Is that too much to ask?


M.B.: Definitely not.


Me: Then why are you being so rude?


M.B.: Even my dog knows that.


Me: Well, I'm not your dog. so why are you being rude?


M.B.: Who can say?


Me: YOU CAN!


M.B.: Have you tried seeking professional help?


Me: Yes, it didn't go so well, why?


M.B.: Surely you jest.


Me: wtf? no I don’t jest, stop talking wierd and answer my damned questions!!


M.B.: Okey dokey.


Me: Fine whatever, now you are going to answer this next question, right?


M.B.: Try flipping a coin.


Me: *flips coin* Okay I did, the coin said you’re going to answer my question.


M.B: With reasonable assurance, yes.


Me: Are people stupid?


M.B.: Absolutely not.


Me: Are people smart?


M.B.: Maybe, maybe not.


Me: okay, are YOU stupid?


M.B.: Do you feel lucky today, punk?


Me: Why yes I do! Do you?


M.B.: Nope.


Me: AHAHAHAHAHAHA, so you dont feel lucky?


M.B.: Not at this time.


Me: Okay, well since you dont feel lucky, I'm gonna come over to your place and break you!


M.B.: Perhaps.


Me: Perhaps? So your saying I can come over and break you??


M.B.: It depends.


Me: It depends on what?


M.B.: Whether pigs can fly


Me: WTF??..Whatever, I’ve gotta get going anyways


M.B. Right on.


Me: Bye.


M.B.: May a Foo Lion growl at you for saying that.


Me: ....o_0... so rude.


M.B.: Absolutely.


Me: Whatever...bye!


M.B.: Try again later.


That's one rude 8 Ball XD




I wonder what other blogs I have hidden out there. (and yes, all spelling is how they were originally on the old blog. I was a seriously bad speller back then. haha)

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