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The Mountain's Secret
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Name: Marie
aka: CityKat
aka: Bubbles
Age: 18 - eek! I'm old...
Birthday: December 13
Zodiac: Sagittarius
Location: The box that is campus.
Loves: RH;MIT, music, friends, the outdoors, all of my hometowns, critters, WAGGGS
Fellow Tin Soldiers
Blog Links
Chicken Soup For The Souless -What goes on in Jesse's brain, nobody knows...
In ThE Tub WiTh SquIsHy -Christina's log, so just keep swimming!.
Lean On Me -Regan's digital and cryonable shoulder.
Manitoulin Wannabe -The heart of the island's where her heart lies.
One Ring... -Ali's blog. Her straight forward is kinda crooked.
Random Thoughts -It’s Jeff! And the voices!.
Searching in the Darkness -Lex's blog, we'll force him to see dawn one of these days.
Somewhere Over the Rainbow -It’s Kuriosity!
Super Spidey -A cookie and a kiss.
The World of Cr0magnus -Tech Reincarnated
Undead and Confused -My favourite Cool Kid!
Moutains and Valleys
Fun Links
Chris's Site -Games, Pics, Jokes... He's got it. And BESS can't get him.
F-Concept! Oi!Oi!Oi! -Leader's only!... okay, and Josh and Bubble!
havesomehats -All I'm saying is; elephants, checkered people, and top hats.
Sinfest -Funny as Hell. Thanks to Lex for getting me hooked.
Too Far North (Awesome)!! -The best band there ever was! (Okay, that might be stetching it, but hey we love you guys!) It consists of a lack of independant brain power and a collective love for music!
Blog Shares -Who's winning today?
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Pour l’esprit de vos enfants,
Pour la vie et nos enfants,
Déesse je vous en prie.
Pour vos enfants capturés sans lumière,
Pour vos enfants qui perdent l’amour.
Déesse je vous en prie.
Vous qui nous avez gardés
Sauf, loin de la tristesse et
La méchante.
La méchante, lui qui nous mange,
Lui qui noircir la vie,
Né du naïf narcotique,
Narcotique de l’esprit.
Narcotique qui est la haine.
Déesse je vous en prie,
Vous, qui n’existe que dans nos cœurs,
Vous, qui est l’amour et les vents.
On tombe, Déesse,
Comme l’étoile des ciels.
Aides-nous Déesse, pour qu’on
Trouve les ailes sur lesquelles on vole.
Pour qu’on trouve nos cœurs,
Et laisse passer la nuit,
La tristesse,
Les larmes dans nos yeux.
Vous qui nous avez gardés,
Nous gardes encore.
Aide-nous Déesse,
Les sourires nous attendent.
Les étoiles, les esprits contents.
Aide-nous Déesse, aide-nous
A trouver nos sentiers.
A trouver nos esprits,
Nos esprits contents.
Déesse je vous en prie.
Je vous remercie Déesse.
With our brothers we will share all the secrets of our mountain, all the riches buried there.
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last modified Nov 19, 2005, 6:50 p
Sunday, February 29, 2004
Screwed!
The world is going to blow up! No... not really. I'm just really very screwed.
Jazz regionals on thursday, will be fun. Maybe we'll have a full band for once! Concert regionals on friday, won't be as much fun. Are screwed.
Guess what?!? I don't get to take music next year! Or in grade 12! Nor do I get to take OE! Dammit. I hate the 'suck it up princess' thing... So far my schedule looks like...
Bio - STEP
Chem - STEP
Physics - Laptop
Tech Design - Laptop
Math - University
English - Laptop
French - Immersion
Geography - Immersion
Band - 9th credit and the only thing that will keep me sane
And guess what else?!? I HAVE to take them all apart from the third science, which I need... Sounds fun doesn't it! 
*hugs*
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CityKat - 11:31 a
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Saturday, February 28, 2004
Did you know that 2 + 2 = 4? Well Apparently My Mother Does...
Urg. Seems everytime I have a party I get in trouble. Oh well... It's better than the homework I did all day.
Mental images today were horrid... Not good ones... Father was feeling my friends again... The guys to make matters worse.
I need a line segment. No it will not be Chris - not to hurt egos or anything. Am tired and will go now... Hopefully I actually post somehting of use soon...
*hugs*
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CityKat - 11:27 p
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Thursday, February 26, 2004
Foxtrot Charlie Golf Delta Alpha Echo Bravo
Father Charles Goes Down And Ends Battle
6 7/0 1 2 3 4 5
Battle Ends And Down Goes Charle's Father
2 3 4 5 6 7/0 1
Thanks REGS!
I need a shoulder to cry on... And a thought blocker... And my bestests.... And my tree... And this confusion to stop...
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CityKat - 7:41 p
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Shout Outs!
Here are my list of shout outs for today... Can you guess who you are?
Regan! *hugs* sweety, and good luck!
Him 1. Chocolate.... Candy...
Him 2. Wheeee! Party!
Him 3. Gimme my sax back! grr
Court! Have fun bowling! Pics!
Him 4. Funny faces...
Him 5. Not too sure who you are actually...
Him 6. Blue... blue is not good.
Amanda! *hugs* to you too! Can I have you boat?
Him 7. Miss ya!
Him 8. Hmm... are you coming or are you not?
Him 9. Hope you feel better. You're gf's the bomb!
Swetha! EEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Him 10. Hey.
Laurie. Faster!
Barb. Bonjour! Comment ça va?
Kait! Miss ya! Have fun!
Him 11. Would you get off the guitar already. Be nice to the newbies!
Ali! Miss yas! Manitoulan, can't wait!
Alex. Go TFN! Nice work with Him9.
CwiSsY! After Eights! Squishy...
Kyla! Gotta meet Mike.... *plans*
Him 12. Story! Story! Story! Miss yas.
Him 13. You be nice to my bestest. and stop whining!
Tara! Miss yas! Love yas! Gotta call yas...
Ash! Kick Kevin in the bum already! Whats taking sooo long?
Him 14. You might keep the inches where it counts, but keep them far from my girl.
Chels! Miss ya girl. Try to get some sleep.
Sara! You'll get first some day. And you'll rock!
Sarah! It's camp not cottage! And what are you doing letting Enisty beat you?
Enisty! Miss you... :'( Need to talk... Need some competition in math class...
Him 15. You canstop naming instruments now... Thank you!
Anyone I missed...
*hugs*
P.S. Need my tree... no not 1...
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CityKat - 7:26 p
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Tuesday, February 24, 2004
Thought you might enjoy this during the week from hell...
Here's to our wives and girlfriends:
May they never meet!
Here's to you as good as you are
and here's to me as bad as I am
As Good As you are and as bad as I am
I'm as Good as you are
As Bad As I am!
Here's to Eve the mother of us all,
And here's to Adam who was Johnny on the spot when the leaf
began to fall.
There are many good reasons for drinking,
One has just entered my head,
If a man doesn't drink when he's living,
How the hell can he drink when he's dead?
May you be in heaven 1/2 hour
Here's to you, here's to me, the best of friends we'll always be. But if we
ever disagree, forget you! Here's to ME!!
As you slide down the banister of life,
May the splinters never point the wrong way.
Here’s to temperance supper,
With water in glasses tall,
And coffee and tea to end with—
And me not there at all!
There are only two kinds of people in the world, The Irish
And those who wish they were.
Four blessings upon you...
Older whiskey
Younger women
Faster horses
More money
Let's drink to California, way out by the sea,
Where a woman's ass, and a whiskey glass,
Made a horse's ass of me.
When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So, let’s all get drunk, and go to heaven!
Here's to the perfect girl, couldn't ask for more.
She's deaf 'n dumb, oversexed,
and owns a liquor store.
Women, Can't live with 'em,
Pass the beer nuts.
Here's to the women who gave me this
It hurts each time I take a piss
If she's around when I get well
I'll get it again sure as hell.
Here's to you, I love you.
I love you because you're good
You're good because God made you.
And Goddamn I wish I could.
Ya ya ya ya... I'm part Irish... And no part of me is a drunkard. However, they're funny! So cheer up. Will post the more sentimental ones tomorrow, for now have fun and enjoy!
*hugs*
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CityKat - 9:07 p
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Monday, February 23, 2004
"When their neither up nor down, their somewhere inbetween."
R E S P E C T
Funny, I learned that those letters are a way in which to live life a while ago. Which explains why I was so mad this morning. Any person on this planet can tell you the significance of a flag being flown at half mast. But can they explain why this morning the flag wasn't at half mast. With the passing of a friend to many in our school, and a public aknowledgment of this the flag should been flown at half mast. Sadly at lunch a friend and I had to go request that the flag be lowered.
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CityKat - 4:48 p
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Puppetmasters and Vents
"All the world's a stage" Lately some of the things I've seen on We;;blog have proved just that. I ask people to realize that not everyone is serious about what they post. I ask you to realize that we are the puppetmasters of the play. I ask you to realize as well that emotions and tones cannot be conveyed by those who have no art with words, and those with no time or will for art.
Please I ask you to take into consideration the manner of the person who has posted, and to interpret to the best of your skills. If you interpretation is something like 'fuck you' and those words are not bluntly put, then perhaps your wrong. Perhaps the puppets have lost their strings.
I ask you to realize that these sites are ones that their authors write for many reasons, one of which is for themselves. The authors reading this will agree that not always is the post for the audience, as is a play. Sometimes we are not puppetmasters, but musicians. Playing for ourselves. Venting for our sanity.
Please before you blow up in someones face over something they said or you interpretted, remember that they don't always mean it. They may be playing you a puppet, they may be ignoring the unclad audience.
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CityKat - 4:39 p
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Why him and not her?
Okay, double standards are pissing me off.
What the heck are peoples problems???? Why do they feel the need to make rude comments, horrid jokes and be plain old rude and nasty? Walking down the hall today with Regs and Jesse, me with Regs hockey stick and Jesse with her bag (a huge ass one, as all hockey bags are) I had to try to explain just that. Some stupid ass guys, who are of course popular and hot (*cough*no!*cough*) feels the need to blurt out somehting I didn't catch, but understood very clearly, to Jesse. I don't mean to make Jesse feel bad, or to make him look like an ass. As he took it as he should have, with dignity, and kept walking. However, Regs and I were left wondering what the heck the need was to say thos things.
Then I pointed out, as it is true, that had Regan been carrying her own equipement it never would have occured... WHY? I mean if you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all! Thumper.
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CityKat - 4:29 p
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Goddess Receive
I didn't know him, however with the stories I've heard from friends I know he was a great guy.
May the fire of hearts return to the ground.
May the wind of time cease and make naught a sound.
May the water amd tears flowers beget.
May the Goddess's earth recieve and Never forget.
My sorrow, tears and prayers thou shalt recieve.
*hugs*
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CityKat - 4:20 p
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Sunday, February 22, 2004
Theory!
I really don't like theory (music theory). It involves work, not music. So it's not really that bad, but I don't like homework. However in my music career, we had to do it. In fact for the duration of grade six, it's all we did! I now understand why.
So my brother has his trombone out, and is playing random chromatic scale notes at random variables and calling it the concert B-flat (yes I know NEVER write it, but find me a damn flat symbol and I won't) major scale. Oh fun... it hurts my ears. He's explaining how these are quarter notes because they're twice as fast as these, which are therefore eight notes... Man would I have loved for my keyboard and it's wonderful metronome to have been upstairs...
Next he starts playing real music. Of cours because he's never been introduced to theory this isn't possible. Starting with some really easy ones, he messes up. Too bad he can't read rhythms (yes I did spell that word a few times before I got it right). So a quater note turns into an eight, and a whole beat into a sixtenth note. A half rest into as much time as is needed to go to the bathroom, because of course this is where the trumpets solo. WTHeck?!? Please oh please oh please, it's common time. A quarter not gets ONE beat. The notes themselves tell you howmany beats they get. If 1/4 is equal to 1, the 1/2 is equal to? 2! and 1/8 is 1/2... Don't you love that math.
"Marie how does this go again?" He points to Jolly Old St. Nick... Ummm let me think.... four quarter notes followed by a whole note... That would be... well hold a note for 2 beats, then play three consectutive beats. Now go take a break because the flutes solo. Okay play again, four beats in a row and you're done! And if he can't count the rhythms, he sings it every Christmas! Child please oh please oh please learn the song!
Now I know nothing about trombones, and very little about the bass clef. But when the notes on the page go up and the notes you play go down, you're doing something wrong! It's that simple.
Please lets all learn to love, respect, and fear music teachers. Because if they deal with a bunch of students like my brother, they need love. Their patience deserves our respect. And by gosh, they have got to have an enormous amount of feelings bottled up and under emense pressure, so run. Run very far away, because they should be feared.
*hugs*
P.S. Ali, Tara, if either of you sees Mr. Maule, Mrs. Wilson or Mr. Obrian bow down... They've got to be the worlds best teachers... and yes Mrs Lesk too... But you're a little far away.
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CityKat - 5:05 p
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Saturday, February 21, 2004
STORY!
Nathan updated the story! WHee! Yay! bOO yA! Ignore the horridness of the spelling and grammer, and the out-of-characterness of some of the people... He wrote it yesterday because I wouldn't shut up.
I get to babysit tonight! Really excited, those boys are sooo adorable! Am currently wishing I could practice... We're screwed with regionals, and I have no sax to practice my parts... Dammit.
Might update later...
*hugs*
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CityKat - 5:02 p
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Thursday, February 19, 2004
Can I kill him? Please.
Okay, I'm sorry I still don't understand. For those of you who need back ground info, here it is:
We simulated a political and democratical election in history class. One guy - Alex decided that his campaign promises were as follows...
1. Lower the drinking age to 14, less minors drinking = lower crime rate.
2. Legalize pot, same reason as above.
3. KILL all homosexuals (including those bi's that refuse to convert), this is backed up by a special task force with permission to shoot at will. This is because homosexuals serve no purpose either by God's will or that of science, and therefore diminish the economy.
WTHELL?!? I understand a teenager wanting to lower the drinking age and legalize pot. But the third! AND to boot he says that he is doing it for the good of the Canadian people, not because of his own feelings. Shut the fuck up! (please excuse my language) But what the hell are you talking about?!?! The five basic human needs are shelter, food, leadership, security or safety, and COMPANIONSHIP. The form in which that companionship comes in is not specified. In the case of some it will be lovers of the same sex, but what do you care?!? A person's sexual orientation in no way degrades the community! It in fact strengthens it, with individuality, spirit, love, leadership, and independence. Just because someone likes someone of their same sex doesn't mean that you have the right to kill them!
Someone finish making my point for me while I go find a punching bag.
*hugs*
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CityKat - 7:27 p
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Tuesday, February 17, 2004
Sick, Tired, Bored, Not Quite Happy
Lemons! Yum!
I can't breath through my nose. it's a miracle I can play. Of course I was far too quiet and WAY out of tune today... Eek . Am increadably bored... Hey random lyrics! Yay!... Here's One by Randy Travis... Ya ya ya.. It's country I know! So su! Haha... Random hyperness! Damn mood swings...
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Three Wooden Crosses
A farmer and a teacher,
A hooker and a preacher.
Riding on a midnight bus,
Bound for Mexico.
One was headed for vacation,
One for higher destination,
And two of them were searching for lost souls.
That driver never ever saw the stop sign,
And eighteen wheelers can't stop on a dime.
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them,
Heaven only knows.
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind,
It's what you leave behind you when you go.
That farmer left a harvest,
A home and eighty acres.
The faith and love of growing things,
In his young son's heart.
And that teacher left her wisdom,
In the minds of lots of children,
Did her best to give them all a better start.
And that preacher whispered,
"Can't you see the promised land?"
As he laid his blood stained bible in that hooker's hands
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them,
Heaven only knows.
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind,
It's what you leave behind you when you go.
That's the story that our preacher told last Sunday,
As he held that blood stained bible up,
For all of us to see.
He said "Bless the farmer, and the teacher,
and the preacher - who gave this bible to my momma,
Who read it to me."
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them,
Now I guess we know.
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind,
It's what you leave behind you when you go.
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway.
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CityKat - 8:29 p
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Monday, February 16, 2004
...
I've been sick, tired, bored and depressed all day... urg. When will it end? That and I'm trying to keep up with Ali who's average post time seems to be once a minute... Jeez! Have to go make a fool of myself now, ttyl.
*hugs*
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CityKat - 5:15 p
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Saturday, February 14, 2004
"tIGHT tIGHTS!"
Had fun today... Woke up too early as the sun was far too bright to sleep through. Damn couch in front of windows. Got home and had to clean. Really don't like cleaning when I want to be wakign Court up... Called her 15 minutes after she woke up at 1 this afternoon. She came to the mall with my mom and I. Ditched my mom and looked for hoodies as my mom wants to burn my Mustang one. Uh oh. Didn't find any... We then came here and filled up on caffiene, in the form of Pepsi, and Pringles. Watched RH:MIT avoided dancing as it was cold and we were lazy. Curled up in blankets and shivering we were. Then her dad came... damn the game tomorrow or she might have stayed the night... grr . Now I'm back to contimplating the two poems I have just resently written... The one from Wednesday reflects upon Thursday far too well... Maybe I'm physcic... Going to be bored and sad and confused and lost and crazy again.
*hugs*
Read Poems! And thanks Chris.
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CityKat - 8:02 p
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Thursday, February 12, 2004
I have entered the state of confusion.. don't worry I know my way around.
No wait... I've never met this confusion before. It's different from the rest...
I feel as if I was dreaming, and in that dreams all I could ever wat was given to me. Sadly, I have woken up.
Now stop reading this post and comment on poems before my head gets chopped off!
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CityKat - 10:06 p
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10 hours and counting...
Okay so it's 513 and I've been at school for ten hours now. Currently watching Shrek on JR's laptop, fooling around on my own and being very lonely and bored. Still too lazy to even think about having gone to Steve's.
Here's whats going to happen, a friend wants comments on her poems and I will soon have my neck rung if she doesn't get any. I'll post the poems below and random people can comment. Sounds good? Good, because I like me neck.
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The Nobody in the Corner
I'm all alone
Nobody cares
Who would?
Who would care about the nobody
The nobody in the corner
I'm watching you
Watching as you work the room
Talk to every guy
Flirt with every girl
Every girl, except me
I can't stop watching
Your beautiful head turns in my direction
Finally, someone notices me
My heart stops as I drink in your incredible presence
Your gorgeous, dark eyes
Your long, lithe frame
You will come and sit beside me
Whisper into my ear those words I long to hear
Sweep me off my feet
Into a world where only you and I exist
And…
My dreams are extinguished
As you put your arm round another
You walk away
I'm still alone
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No One Listens
I'm here
Are you listening?
You're not
I'm all alone
No one cares
No one hears my pleas
I'm invisible
Utterly unseen
Unheard
Alone
The knife glistens in my hand
The blade catches the light
I see its beauty
Its power
I feel its want for my life
To slice through my skin
To drink in my blood
I lower it to my wrist
Rest it against my skin
I ask the Goddess for an easy passage
I slice it through my skin
Through my pain, I feel its joy in killing
My blood drips onto the floor
You burst through the door
Through my dizziness, my half-open eyes
I see your double take
You rush to my side
But it's too late
I feel it
I feel my life draining away
I see your tears
I hear your scream as I slide to the floor
With what strength I have left
I lift my leaden arm up
To touch your face one last time
To wipe away your tears
"I love you," I whisper
I see your tears afresh
But it's too late
I'm gone
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Limited
I'm sitting alone
Solitary
Away from the hubbub of the rest of the world
I have nothing to do
So I let my thoughts wander
You start strolling through my mind
I start to get butterflies from thinking about you
Your gorgeous eyes
How they are my doorways
Into a world that belongs
Solely to you and I
Your gorgeous smile
How it lights any room you enter
How it always manages to cheer up my darkest days
I'm thankful
Thankful you've stayed with me this long
The future is bleak
Tears form in my eyes
As I gaze at your sleeping figure in your bed
A nurse comes
She checks the monitors around the room
The tears spill down my cheeks
As I remember what they said
Your time is limited
I look down at you one more time
I watch your chest lower
As the last breath leaves your body
You're gone
*hugs*
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CityKat - 5:06 p
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Tuesday, February 10, 2004
Good Day!
Had fun today. Am mad at concert band... they're idiots... well I'll take my part of the blame - so we're idiots! This week is far too busy... I'd rhyme it off, but I'm attempting to not think about it...
*hugs*
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CityKat - 10:27 p
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Sunday, February 8, 2004
Not Past nor Present nor Future
I sit here dreaming that you are beside me, that you are here to share with me whatever may come to pass. I sit here imagining a scene in which we are together, laughing and smiling, talking and debating. As we sit here, my mind wanders, you ask me what is wrong. How do I tell you? What do I say? Now that I sit here with you beside me, and my dreams have been fulfilled I wish I am somewhere else. I am at camp on the eve of July 25, and I am dancing with my grandfather one last time. I am down at the canteen, and Grandpa is sneaking me the last of the Popsicles from Grandma’s freezer. I am back home, it is early in the morning, and the seven teenagers gathered are just falling asleep when someone yells “Michael Jackson!”. I am with Tara, Ali, and Reena and we are all walking around, balancing dinosaurs on our heads. I am with Ash and Matt and Tara and as we walk back from swimming the frustrated male hormones force Matt to scream ‘PMS’. I am sitting on the lowest branch of my tree listening to the birds sing and forgetting my problems. I am at Court’s house, and the 9 of us are gathered around all singing the same song, all caught up in the moment of joy. I am at Grad, and as the last true minutes of ATM’s being flow by, we are outside in the rain, our shoes sit somewhere – lost, our smile shine bright on our faces. I look in your blue eyes, and I am with you, but not here on the edge of nowhere, we are at the lookout above Rattlesnake Point holding each other close in fear of falling. I wish that all of these memories I could share with you. I could live them again.
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CityKat - 12:41 p
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Thursday, February 5, 2004
Boom!
That loud silence that is around when people are thinking about stuff, well it’s been around all day. And I’ve been stuck in thought, the loudness driving me to hide from confusion and thunder, the silence giving me the peace of mind and solitude to think. So what I’m thinking? What’s the problem with facing thought? The problem is thought makes me think and thinking makes me realize things. Things I never want to come true. Things that are already true and I don’t want to face. I’ve been hiding I guess, hiding in the here and now, or the past. Never in the future in what may or will be. Hiding in my world of happiness and joy, of love and compassion. Never in the reality of pain and suffering, never remembering to remember, always forgetting. When I’m in my world I see what I want and I want to reach out and grab it. When I’m in the real world all I see is that that something is too far away, beyond my grasp, maybe even taken by someone else. I’m not referring to one thing in general, the goddess knows I could go on for hours about some of the things I’ve been unwilling to think about. I’m speaking of everything, not one thing, and at the same time nothing.
*hugs*
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CityKat - 8:02 p
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Wednesday, February 4, 2004
Long time no post? It's only been since monday! And stuff like that only happens when I get passionate about something... and yes I have a folder full of stuff like it and no it's not being posted.
For those of you wanting me to post everyday, scroll down. I posted far too many times on the weekend and no one has looked at them, however I have a friend who wants comments on her poems from people who don't know her. There's another of her poems below.
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The Nobody in the Corner
I'm all alone
Nobody cares
Who would?
Who would care about the nobody
The nobody in the corner
I'm watching you
Watching as you work the room
Talk to every guy
Flirt with every girl
Every girl, except me
I can't stop watching
Your beautiful head turns in my direction
Finally, someone notices me
My heart stops as I drink in your incredible presence
Your gorgeous, dark eyes
Your long, lithe frame
You will come and sit beside me
Whisper into my ear those words I long to hear
Sweep me off my feet
Into a world where only you and I exist
And…
My dreams are extinguished
As you put your arm round another
You walk away
I'm still alone
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CityKat - 9:32 p
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(1) Lost In The Void
Monday, February 2, 2004
Memories
I found a letter I wrote this summer, to a friend the day after she left for home. I never sent it, but just maybe she will find it here.
Yesterday, Josh followed us,… down to the ‘jungle’. Where the ferns, waist high,parted to our coming, the trees towered above us with the magnificence and power of their age, and the grace of their knowledge, the subtle green moss gave way to our quiet and respectful steps as we wandered in awe through a land of dreams. We walked the bike path, where the four-wheeler had torn its way through ferns, trees, and moss alike. There I showed you my greatest of all fears, destruction, nothing remained on this path having been ripped through by a machine of cold metal with a rider who’s heart was just as cold as he ignored the beauty he destroyed.
Today after the coming of my father and his son and their plans to build and create wonder, the path down to our jungle looks like that sea of destruction, the trees lay broken, the moss torn away. Purple blood now flows where the berry bushes once thrived. And still worse yet, this trail doesn’t stop at the rock face, as I sit here on the face’s highest peak, I can see that it goes farther. It runs through the ferns we waded through, now they lay on the ground, yellow and trampled In runs through the trees, the most ancient suffered least with only branches torn to reveal the light pink of their hearts. The younger, lay broken, torn at the stump and thrown away without thought. It runs down the creek’s side, stirring the crystal waters making them brown and purple as the blood of both the land and surrounding berry bushes run through it on their way to nowhere. In runs through my heart as I stare at a barren land remembering the picture that we took just yesterday.
Am I the only one who sees the beauty here? Josh sees a fort, dad, he sees a game trail, a chance to hunt. Mom, she hasn’t even seen it and tells me that it’s life. I’m starting to think that you will be the only one I will ever show this place to. By the time others come it looks as if it will be gone. The bird’s are silent now, as with all the creatures. My mind is even silent, the only sound that rings within is the sorrow I feel, and the song that the goddess once played. The song that the birds sang, the wind whistled, the waters ran, the children hummed.
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Monarch’s Flight
Lost.
The ferns rise to your coming and gather all around.
The birches praise your arrival and show their truest colours.
Both big and small, the maples crowd, this; your abode.
Joyous with your appearance, the insects flutter and fly.
Confused.
The trees seem to grow, the sun shines brighter, and you know your home is close.
You cannot see from whence you came, the plants do not part.
Home.
One monarch lands on the nearest birch to show to you its brilliance.
You cannot see, left nor right; there is but more expanse.
Found.
Your mind wonders; your heart seems true. Home feels but steps away.
The monarch takes flight with the jay, and the sun dulls to your expression.
You have found your way; you know just where to go.
The soft moss greets as you sit in your true place.
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CityKat - 9:33 p
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(2) Lost In The Void
Poem Time
Okay people, we all know how hard it is to get opinions from friends. So I have been asked to post this and to get your opinions. Help me out please...
One Shot
Voices surround me
Teases
Taunts
Nasty nicknames
My companion as I fight through the halls
They don’t understand
Incapable of seeing past the superficial
My tattered jeans
Stained t-shirt
Ripped shoes
A sore thumb among designer clothes
They don’t see
All I have is me
That’s all I really need
Just me
But they don’t understand
My shin collides with a foot
Sending me flying
My books all over the floor
I fight back tears
I know they will pay
Pay for the hurt, the anger, the spite
I look at the gun in my hands
Thinking over what I plan to do
Them or me
We cannot both exist
One shot, it will be over
That’s all it takes
They’ll win
I’ll lose
One shot
Pointing it at my head,
My finger twitches on the trigger
One shot
One shot
“Goodbye.”
Celebriän Telemnar
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CityKat - 7:33 p
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(0) Lost In The Void
Sunday, February 1, 2004
The Results of my Boredom
footsie - you like to goof around and laugh with
the people you care about.
What Sign of Affection Are You?
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Ghost or spirit: You are a lost soul. Very calm and
sweet, you are often the one who asks: What if?
With a clever mind, you want to explore the
world on a different level. Without the
answers, you aren't ready to move on. You are
most likely very creative and find yourself
thinking things through on a different level.
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Your: Happy eyes! Your cheerfull, bright and always
want to try something new. Your inquisitive and
quite lovable. You have many friends and will
succseed in life.
What type of eyes do you have?
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You're chocolate. You're the old soul type, people
feel that they have known you their entire
life. Many often open up to you for they view
you as thoughtful and trustworthy. Although
people trust you, you have a hard time trusting
them. You prefer to keep your feelings bottled
up inside, or display them very quietly. It is
alright to open up every once in a while.
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Your soul is bound to the White Rose: The
Pure.
"I've been waiting in the dark for a long
time, shining my beacon of hope through the
shadow. If you see me, don't you hide your
eyes from me."
The White Rose is associated with purity, honor,
and chastity. It is governed by the goddess
Artemis and its sign is The Cross, or Agape.
As a White Rose, you are a person of your word.
You may have a strong moral code, but
regardless of your virtue, you always stay true
to yourself. To you, love is the most pure of
emotional forms and it's just a matter of
waiting for it to bless you. Some people may
say you are too idealistic, but it's only
because you don't want to mess things up.
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A GIRLY-GIRL. You dont have a lot of self-esteem
and people are always bringing you down for
being sad. What do they know, anyway? You feel
like youre too mature for your age and are
frustrated by the trend-followers who refuse to
accept you because youre not like them.
Your virtues: Intelligence, understanding nature,
modesty.
Your flaws: Lack of social life, inferiority
complex, timidity..
What kind of girl are you?
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Tree Fairy thats what you are
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Which Fairy are you?(for anyone many out comes)
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Birds Chirping: Sweet and mellow, you are the
familiar and pleasant sound of birds chirping.
You are very down to earth and love the
outdoors. You show a love for simple things,
like the quiet whisper of the wind and the
crackling of the fire. You make people feel
secure and are a great friend. (please rate my
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CityKat - 8:42 p
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(0) Lost In The Void
The Results of my Boredom cont.
You are one of the few out there whose wings are
truly ANGELIC. Selfless, powerful, and
divine, you are one blessed with a certain
cosmic grace. You are unequalled in
peacefulness, love, and beauty. As a Being of
Light your wings are massive and a soft white
or silver. Countless feathers grace them and
radiate the light within you for all the world
to see. You are a defender, protector, and
caretaker. Comforter of the weak and forgiver
of the wrong, chances are you are taken
advantage of once in awhile, maybe quite often.
But your innocence and wisdom sees the good in
everyone and so this mistreatment does not make
you colder. Merciful to the extreme, you will
try to help misguided souls find themselves and
peace. However not all Angelics allow
themselves to be gotten the better of - the
Seraphim for example will be driven to fighting
for the sake of Justice and protection of those
less powerful. Congratulations - and don't ever
change - the world needs more people like you.
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You feel happy, and loved. Nothing could be any
better for you....you may even have a loved one
in your life....go you.
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You have an entrancing kiss~ the kind that leaves
your partner bedazzled and maybe even feeling
he/she is dreaming. Quite effective; the kiss
that never lessens and always blows your
partner away like the first time.
What kind of kiss are you?
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Morpheus
?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??
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You're not dark!!! Did you take the quiz just to
discover that? I mean, you must be some kind of
angel to get this result between all the
darkness...
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What kind of dark person are you?
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CityKat - 5:18 p
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(0) Lost In The Void
I Tried to Say I'm Evil
Boredom = bored. = Wow, never would have guessed.
Well, there is the amusment of the numerous analogies and metaphors and inside jokes I have on this site... And I'm not done adding yet... Must rememebr to include a butterfly somewhere... Mayeb in the logo.
Congrats guys. It is a reference to One Tin Soldier, one of my favorite songs, and I didn'[t even know it was a real song until this June. Snickers taught it to us when we were like 7 and it's been in my head ever since, I must however admit that the lyrics have become somewhat faded and repetitive. Guess what else? It's a metaphor! And an inside joke! Too bad I'm the only one reading this who knows it... As Lisa, Houston, Krista, Brenna, and Krystal aren't it'll just have to stay a mystery.
Now that I think about it I swear someone spicked something I was drinking on Friday... I was extremely hyper. Oh well. If you care to know my cousin and aunt have gone back to a warmer climate - Plattsville. It's next to Kitchener, which is south of Toronto, which is four hours south-west of Sudbury.
Okay time for a funny mental picture. I doubt anybody but Jesse met my cousin, but picture a 14 guy who's punk. Trucker hat, Black spike earrings in both ears, plaid old-guy pants, collared shirt under way-too-small t-shirt, army style boots laced up tight over his bone-like legs and over the pants, chains all over. Now add a left ear that is cherry red and far too big. Looks like an elephant's ear actually. I say I'm dense, but this numbnut stayed outsie for an hour waiting with my other cousin to get into a dance on Friday night, with no hat but the trucker ball cap (that saved the other ear from the same fate... somehow...) Wish I had a picture, it was the funniest thing I've seen in a while.
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CityKat - 1:33 p
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(0) Lost In The Void
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