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Name: Lily Country: Australia Birthday: 10/2/1987 Gender: Female
Interests: I like chasing after dingos, mate! Expertise: Veterinarian assistance Occupation: Medical Industry: Medical
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Member Since:
4/20/2004
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| Woah.... I am a bum... I havent written F-O-R-E-V-E-R!!!!! Hahahahahha... Well, lets see what is new.... ummmm... I went to AMOR... with "families" that trip is always fun, NOT... there was this little girl.... AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH.... she was soooo freaking annoying...she sat in out van and would not stop talking both ways... it was G-ey! Then when I came home, I got a little tummy ache from the burritto that was yucky! hahahah it sucked like a donkey.... I GOT A JOB! yeah buddy, I work at a retirement home... hahahaha it kinda sucks but it pays more than minimum wage so that is great!! Well, i am gonna go... bye | | |
| Well, this weekend was grand.... On Friday, I went to a Casting Crowns concert in Phoenix.... there was like 8 million people there.... well, not really... but there was A LOT of people! It was in the stadium that the Coyote's play hockey.... oh boy.... we were at the very top so we could hardly see! It was kinda funny.....but then we went closer to the stage... yeah... we got home at like 2 in the morning..... GREAT FUN.......... On Saturday, I went to see the grudge............. good golly miss molly.... it was freaking scary... I couldnt even keep my eyes open for 10 minutes... I dont reccommend seeing that! It was scary... Anyways, that was my weekend... great fun!!! | | |
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Okay... so there is this guy named Jack... and everyday he asks why I wear a "chastity" ring (as he calls it) and everyday I tell him... but somehow he doesnt seem to get it! I guess that is just the nature of how he works... Yesterday in Chem, he laughed about it and said, "Kym and her "chastity" ring!" I just shook my head and he wondered why...he said,"There's nothing wrong with it, I'm just......" and I said, "Yeah, you are just a hormone enraged teenage boy..." time passed by and then he proceeded to ask me if i would have a boyfriend... i said, "yeah, I am just not gonna be a slut like every other girl...." and he said, "yeah, there are too many of those kinds of girls in this school... and at Yuma too..." Wow!!! He ACTUALLY agreed with me... it was crazy! So that about sums up my lovely experiences with Jack.... of course, today is a new day and new questions will probably come with it! Great fun! | | |
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Hey people!
Ben is a gay poopy head! Tomahawk Man, Longfellow, brutal, a little bity church, virginia was his cousin! John Tyler? Who's that!? sabataged.... mask of the red death...$14.00... not that much... he proposed in the cemetery???!!! What kind of freak is he?! "God, help my poor soul!" Oh, Lenore, nevermore!!!!! you lie! Trochaic Octameter?? A Literary Landscape...The hand of friendship has no color... stand up for what is right even if you're standing alone.... 30 years from now, it won't matter what shoes you wore, how your hair looked, or the jeans you bought, what will matter is what you learned and how you used it...
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Here is a song...it's by Simon and Garfunkel... hahahahahahahah... that is funny! no really its a good song!
Hello darkness, my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left it’s seeds while I was sleeping, And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone, ’neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of A neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking, People hearing without listening, People writing songs that voices never share And no one deared Disturb the sound of silence.
Fools said i,you do not know Silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you, Take my arms that I might reach you. But my words like silent raindrops fell, And echoed In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed To the neon God they made. And the sign flashed out it’s warning, In the words that it was forming. And the signs said, the words of the prophets Are written on the subway walls And tenement halls. And whisper’d in the sounds of silence. | | |
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