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And now, a visual representation of Night's thoughts :p
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Excuse the language, the machine that reads thoughts only works in Chinese.
...and incidentally, that's Japanese.
I should have figured, I can't read either. Always guess wrong.
idon't want to go to uni tomorrow, but i have to! :D
HOORAY!!!":banana: I finally wrote somthing again :nod:
THe muse she returns:D
:wave: welcome mariam and hello
Nothing works, so damned. But I'd like some of Aimus' chocolate. :)
I am thinking the greatest event in the world is less than a month away
Dancing bears,
Painted wings
Things I almost remember
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December
Oh yah!Quote:
I am thinking the greatest event in the world is less than a month away
Im thinking: I'd better get something to eat.
Thank you, David...
I'm thinking that I'm glad the PAM is on. And also that I ought to eat something . . .
huh, people are starting to log on now. Yippeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I think it's nice to know there are some things that never change. :)
I'm glad I'm not writing a test tomorrow!!!!!!
Thanks for the anime card, Samercury.
I'm sorry I don't have much time to chat but I'll catch up with you after my finals, if that's fine...
I'm proud of you and take care!
Love and hugs,
Beth.
Over, Over and Over!
Here's an interesting thought:..........
what thought???
It's a secret.........:D
I'm thinkin' of kids - the goaty ones. Write that on a list! (jaja!) HAHA!
Hope is but a timid friend
Who sat without the granted den
Watching how my fate would tend
Even as selfish-hearted men!
HAHAHAHAH:lol: finally After nearly 22 months I found it! :banana: Cries of Silence of course! I knew that :D
Man, is working two jobs this summer gonna suck.
Welcome to the Hotel Californica! Such a lovely place!
such a lovley face.....
:D
Thinking: I want to study... :lol:
Ok, not that credible... I want to play video games.
Thinking...
Why does this "friend" keep coming back time after time of us telling her that we're tired of just being her friend when it's convenient for her?
Why, no matter how many times we walk away, or tell her we don't care anymore, or avoid inviting her to a party, does she keep finding us and clinging on just because her other friends are busy?
I probably sound like some mean clique-chick right now, but there is a long story behind all this, and its a very repetitive story and gets tiring really fast. We've helped this girl through thick and thin, been her friend for so long, everytime consoling her for something her other friends have done...and each time we tell her that we are here for her, we are her real friends, we have ties that can't be broken by fickle things like the ties of these "party" friends...and she says she knows...but then goes back to those cruddy people...
we're done being her "convenient" friends...her backup friends when the others are doing suff without her...and we've told her this...and she keeps on coming...
erg.
I thought this would be left behind in high school. Boy was I wrong.
Hey, you asked what I was thinking...there it is :)
It's unbelievable what a pain in the hiney my mind can be at times.
Around the world is eighty days...
Why, did you sit on it?Quote:
Originally Posted by AimusSage
It's got really sharp edges :goof:
If life is an experiment, then we all are Scientists.
STUPID THOUGHT!
I'd like to spend the whole afternoon reading poetry rather than studying grammar theories.
Quote:
O soft embalmer of the still midnight!
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleased eyes, embowered from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine;
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close,
In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes,
Or wait the amen, ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling charities;
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes;
Save me from curious conscience, that still lords
Its strength, for darkness burrowing like a mole;
Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,
And seal the hushed casket of my soul.
To Sleep, John Keats.
I can't wait to go camping this weekend I can't wait to go camping this weekend I can't wait to go camping this weekend I can't wait...
There is nothing like rolling out of bed, stumbling blindly downstairs, and then trying to decide which kind of frozen pizza to eat for breakfast . . . I really don't think my life could get any more magical.
My words are broken again.