The City Is At War
AdorationOkay, vacations are fun and all; the beach is marvelous/magnificent/incredible/[insert article of your choice here] BUT.
Yes. A but.
When you have no internet access, is not so much fun. I had no email, no interwebz, no nuffin for a week - and I came back to over 200 emails, 800 deviations, and 900 messages. -faints- So yeah. Left the beach, now up in sunny (not) WI with my dad and little bro. Mom stayed down in NO for reasons no one cared to explain to me, but we have her on the webcam sorta kinda.
Also, we walked in and found a dead chipmunk and its mate. The mate was alive, and standing over the dead one, and my brother's like, "Awww, she wouldn't leave him!" and of course I'm thinking, "Dude, it died of starvation, the other one was probably getting ready to go all cannibal or something." Not that I said it out loud.
BUT after we put the dead one in the garden and put out a trap full of peanut-buttery goodness for the live one, my dad showed us the surprise - a new PS3!
So we have Lego games, GH World Tour, Rock Bands 1 & 2, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, and a few more. Plus we brought up like twenty DVDs. And then bought one WHICH IS LABYRINTH WHICH I AM WATCHING RIGHT NOW. I spy sparkles, and we all know what that means...DAVID BOWIE TIEM PLZ~
Anywho.
Apparently I'm getting involved in activities at the local school and park in our lovely WI town. Okay. Riiiight. Unless it's tennis or fencing, count me OUT. Although they have a photography seminar in Madison next month that might be pretty cool.
Just started rewriting my novel that I lost. >_< I'm really upset, but trying to see it as an opportunity to make a better story. Gragh.
Just checking in to let you people know where the HELL I've been this past week.
Ciao!
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"There are all kinds of breaks in rock 'n' roll. There's broken bones. There's broken noses. Sometimes even broken hearts. But like my friend told me...it's all part of the game." --Gerard Way
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This is a late parrot. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you hadn't nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies. It's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. THIS IS AN EX-PARROT.
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''And in the end.. the love you take is equal to the love - you make''
Thanks so much for the
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gabbi
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the ants go marching 4 by for the little one stops to pay his whore...
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This is a late parrot. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you hadn't nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies. It's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. THIS IS AN EX-PARROT.
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the ants go marching 4 by for the little one stops to pay his whore...
Member of [link]
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“Why would something be wrong? What have you heard?” He seized his mother’s shoulders, crying, “Who’s been talking to you? You can’t believe them, Mom, it’s just a pack of vicious lies!”
In other news, great. How're you?
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This is a late parrot. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you hadn't nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies. It's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. THIS IS AN EX-PARROT.
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“Why would something be wrong? What have you heard?” He seized his mother’s shoulders, crying, “Who’s been talking to you? You can’t believe them, Mom, it’s just a pack of vicious lies!”
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When life gives you lemons you make grape juice , then sit back and let the world wonder how in the seven hells you did it.
Kisame fangirl, got it?
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Gimme some tights and I'm taking your towel!
then, at some inevitable moment will the soul of the sufferer be dissolved, and flow forth in a dark but transparent stream, bringing all its mysteries into the daylight.
nathaniel hawthorne
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This is a late parrot. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you hadn't nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies. It's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. THIS IS AN EX-PARROT.
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