Post Two-Hundred and Twenty.

Peace Blogger.

I'm digging Tumblr, now.

Post Two-Hundred and Nineteen.

There used to be a time when I would question the purpose of death. I believe the first real time was in, I believe, 4th grade. A girl in my class, once of the nicest girls ever at the time, died in a car accident. I didn't understand it. Sure, I knew people died all the time. But, I never expected such a thing to happen so close to me.

Though, now, I see that death is necessary for life to continue. I honestly see the process of life and death as something similar to the Circle of Life, if you will--or even the Gaia hypothesis (please note Final Fantasy VII, or even freaking Avatar, and my total credibility (;). Anyways. I see it as that we are neither created nor destroyed. Once we die, we return to the planet as energy, in sorts, and reborn as whatever needed to keep the equilibrium.

I'm not quite sure why I was thinking about all this right now. Maybe it's the Mucinex.

Post Two-Hundred and Eighteen.

Isn't this song supposed to be a happy one? Honestly, whenever I hear it... all it does is make me cry. Those few months weren't worth it. We should've just been friends. But, hey... no regrets, right?

School's almost out. Graduation is next Sunday. Everything always goes so fast. I feel as if I haven't accomplished all I've wanted to. It is as if preschool was only yesterday.

This just means that it is time for change. It is about time I start improving.

Post Two-Hundred and Seventeen.

There's so much music that I haven't listened to in ages.

Post Two-Hundred and Seventeen.

Post Two-Hundred and Sixteen.

Do you ever feel like you fake half of your life?

All the time. It's moreso a feeling of something along the lines of an outer body experience. I consider my life to be like a poorly written sitcom that I'm watching on the telly. Most of the time I don't think about what I'm saying and don't bother to really listen to what people are talking about.

So, to answer your question... I'd go with yes, in a sense.

Ask me anything

Post Two-Hundred and Fifteen.

Time to let go of material possessions.

I wish I could pull off something as rad as that.

Post Two-Hundred and Fourteen.

We're all growing up.
We're all getting lost.
Hell...


We're almost all grown up.

Post Two-Hundred and Thirteen.

I'm thinking this is my inner demon of sorts.

Post Two-Hundred and Twelve.

I find life to be like a crowded room.

I'm only looking for one person. The one that will never give me the time of day again.

A crowded room can feel awfully lonely.

Post Two-Hundred and Eleven.

No matter all that is going through my mind, I can't find it in me to post.


...


Some things are left best unsaid to all, I'd say.

Post Two-Hundred and Ten.

Sometimes, caring can put you in quite a predicament.

Post Two-Hundred and Nine.

A lot has happened lately.

Hmm, to begin with... I HAVE A NEW BABY SITER, BITCHES. Be jealous. Niko Rose. September 20, 2009.

That's all for now.

Post Two-Hundred and Eight.

So, I've come to the conclusion that how I react to some situations can be misleading.

Just because I didn't freak out doesn't mean that I wasn't concerned or didn't care. I do care. I am concerned.

It's just... I'm still internally processing this information, quite honestly. I didn't want to freak over what he said about you, because there had to be a reasonable explanation. I listened to what he said by word of mouth, though I highly doubt there was any discrepancy towards what he really said and what was told to me. I listened to what you had to say about what he said. I highly doubt that what you said wasn't the truth, either.

Though, I'm still a bit curious... a bit left with questions. But, I believe that's for another time, possibly. Or maybe I'll just continue to wonder.

In conclusion, don't get an idea that due to how I reacted, I don't care for you as much as you thought I might. I probably care more than you think I do. But, that's also for another time. You'd be surprised.

Post Two-Hundred and Seven.

Shirt number three. You'll get it back when I feel like giving it back.


When you let go,
That's the only loneliness known.

Post Two-Hundred and Six.

I'm in love with this cover.

Post Two-Hundred and Five.

NOT FINISHEEEEEEED!!!



A steady hand of surgical precision
Slice and dice, and a flick of the wrist
One fell swoop; a cut after another
Blood spatter leads to beautiful patterns
Music plays; a classical number
Find myself lost in a hypnotic fashion
Movements keep time with the tempo
All’s revealed; Showtime now
Scalpel down; wipe the forehead
Maniacal grin and bloodlust eyes
I reach in, hand bare
Wrist disappears with the
Sloshing of fluids and the
Squish of entrails

Post Two-Hundred and Four.

Post Two-Hundred and Three.

The Loyal Keokuk High School Morning Library Crew have started a petition to get Rita to have to be in earlier like she used to.


Rad, indeed.

Post Two-Hundred and Two.

So, until further notice, my blog will be used as a means of printing my papers at school. I haven't set up my pc to the server printer yet. (:


Emily Clark
Cody Lambert
English Comp 105
Period 1
9/02/09
Dialogue
“Yo dogg!”
“Wut’s up?!”
“Where my money at?!?”
“I spent it all. It’s mine!”
“Hommie, don’t me making me angry and wutnot.”
“I ain’t afraid of you.”
“Don’t make me get my 9, fo’sho.”
“Bring it. Don’t make me get my baby daddy!”
“Fine, go get his old honkey ass!”
“It’s on like Donkey Kong!”
“Fo’ shizzle!”