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Black Rose Immortal
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I dragged this lake looking for corpses
Dusted for prints, pried up the floorboards
Pieces of planes and black box recorders
Don't lie (don't lie)
And I've been preoccupied with these sick, sick senses
That sense DNA on barbed wire fences
Maybe someday I'll find me a suspect
That has no alibi
New Year's Eve was as boring as heaven
I watched flies fuck on channel 11
There was no one to kiss, there was nothing to drink
Except some old rotten milk someone left in the sink
And there's no ring, there's no ring on the phone anymore
There's no reason to call I passed out on the floor
Smoked myself stupid and drank my insides raisin dry
But at the right place at the right time
I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine
I won't have to quit doing fucked up shit
For anyone but me
At the right place at the right time
It will have been worth it to stand in line
And you won't have to stop
Saying "I love cops" for anyone but me
Your private eye
I dragged this lake looking for corpses
Dusted for prints, pried up the floorboards
Pieces of planes and black box recorders
Don't lie (don't lie)
And I've been preoccupied with these sick, sick senses
That sense DNA on barbed wire fences
Maybe someday I'll find me a suspect
That has no alibi
But at the right place at the right time
I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine
And I won't have to quit doing fucked up shit
For anyone but me
And at the right place at the right time
It will have been worth it to stand in line
And you won't have to stop
Saying "I love cops" for anyone but me
Your private eye
Your private eye
But at the right place at the right time
I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine
You won't have to quit doing fucked up shit
For anyone but me
And at the right place at the right time
It will have been worth it to stand in line
And you won't have to stop
Saying "I love cops" for anyone but me
Your private eye
-Private Eye by Alkaline Trio
last modified Jun 14, 2006 at 1:46
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Is it possible for teenagers to control their sex-drive hormones?
If they can... why should they bother?
Well why didn't you mention that in the first place?
Because I was never in first place...
Feeling mighty low... but what else is new. It'll pick up before long. It always does...
I don't really know why I'm writing anything here. Guess I'm just bored.
Healer Idealists are abstract in thought and speech, cooperative in striving for their ends, and informative and introverted in their interpersonal relations. Healer present a seemingly tranquil, and noticiably pleasant face to the world, and though to all appearances they might seem reserved, and even shy, on the inside they are anything but reserved, having a capacity for caring not always found in other types. They care deeply-indeed, passionately-about a few special persons or a favorite cause, and their fervent aim is to bring peace and integrity to their loved ones and the world.
Healers have a profound sense of idealism derived from a strong personal morality, and they conceive of the world as an ethical, honorable place. Indeed, to understand Healers, we must understand their idealism as almost boundless and selfless, inspiring them to make extraordinary sacrifices for someone or something they believe in. The Healer is the Prince or Princess of fairytale, the King's Champion or Defender of the Faith, like Sir Galahad or Joan of Arc. Healers are found in only 1 percent of the general population, although, at times, their idealism leaves them feeling even more isolated from the rest of humanity.
Healers seek unity in their lives, unity of body and mind, emotions and intellect, perhaps because they are likely to have a sense of inner division threaded through their lives, which comes from their often unhappy childhood. Healers live a fantasy-filled childhood, which, unfortunately, is discouraged or even punished by many parents. In a practical-minded family, required by their parents to be sociable and industrious in concrete ways, and also given down-to-earth siblings who conform to these parental expectations, Healers come to see themselves as ugly ducklings. Other types usually shrug off parental expectations that do not fit them, but not the Healers. Wishing to please their parents and siblings, but not knowing quite how to do it, they try to hide their differences, believing they are bad to be so fanciful, so unlike their more solid brothers and sisters. They wonder, some of them for the rest of their lives, whether they are OK. They are quite OK, just different from the rest of their family-swans reared in a family of ducks. Even so, to realize and really believe this is not easy for them. Deeply committed to the positive and the good, yet taught to believe there is evil in them, Healers can come to develop a certain fascination with the problem of good and evil, sacred and profane. Healers are drawn toward purity, but can become engrossed with the profane, continuously on the lookout for the wickedness that lurks within them. Then, when Healers believe thay have yielded to an impure temptation, they may be given to acts of self-sacrifice in atonement. Others seldom detect this inner turmoil, however, for the struggle between good and evil is within the Healer, who does not feel compelled to make the issue public.
There's something just funny about the English teacher talking in french.
Paying more attention now in English, since it's the one class I need to pass so I can get the hell out of this school.
It's strange, maybe it's just the teacher, but 90% of English and writing English pieces is organization and structure. I love it. Yeah, that's my Virgo side showing through. The other 10% is simply picking up a Thesaurus and fitting words that sound good together. Aesthetics.
Of course, that doesn't necessarily exclude unorganized work. If you call it work. (And judging, of course, that it is unorganized.) Yet another great thing about English. Being an offhand writer, I'm finding myself falling more in love with English and its nuances everyday.
Still doesn't mean that I'm passing English though. ;)
My life sucks because I don't have a DSL connection in my room.
Skipping Anatomy because I lost my presentation. Well, have to see the Vice Principal eventually. Probably getting suspendered.
"Lonely... I am so lonely... I have nobody... to call my own."
Damn that song is addictive. GET OUT OF MY TEETH.
Going to the Red Cross tonight. Hope I can find it alright.
Donating platelets Wednesday. Two hours of having a needle the size of a small straw stuck in your arm for two hours. The blood pumps out, is centrifuged so that the platelets are seperated from the blood, then the cold blood is put back into you so you don't pass out from lack of blood. One could just gather the platelets from a unit of blood as they are, but it would take many units of blood to get enough, and they wouldn't be able to use those units for other purposes, other than individual cells.
Platelets are in high demand, especially in Sudbury. After donating, they are only usable for 5 days before they're no good. Cancer patients, and especially hemophiliacs are in need of it. Platelets are responsible for the clotting of blood when a person is cut and such. A suitable platelet donor could donate once a week if needed, but are typically only asked to do it once every two weeks at most.
Also dropping off unrelated bone marrow donor registry. Drilling into the hip, extracting a litre of bone marrow, and giving it to someone. Yay. The chances of that happening are very slim though. There are people who have been on the registry for years and have never been contacted. It's typically a last-case resort if there are no family members around.
But first, blood tests, followed by clinical exams, physical tests and the like. I can't wait. Whee!
I actually find this all somewhat exciting. I enjoy helping people by martyring my body. (in a sense)
Oh right, need to remember to buy Crayola magic stuff...
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