Are all females confusing? A question asked a million times I'm sure, but alas I must add my name to the list. And mind you, I'm asking anyone and everyone, are all females confusing? Do they go to special classes to be that way, or is it natural? Either way, it burns. Hehe, anyways. How's everyone been? Myself... fine. Tired ever since I started playing soccer again. I was invited to join a U19 soccer team and I gladly accepted. Since I am only 16 thats a great thing! U19 means Under 19, for those who aren't familiar with the term. That means that the league consists of players age 17-19. I would normally be playing in the U16 league but a previous coach of mine is now coaching a U19 team and invited me onto it. They have had two games so far, I was on the team for one of them but because of my late regestration I wasn't allowed to play.... Liability issues. I hate paperwork. I've been practicing with them and everything for about two weeks. It's great, I'll get to play in a game this up coming Saturday. I'm excited. Well, yah.... That's it from me. The only news I've got exciting right now. Enjoy..... well, everything!! Hehe, peace.
-paul-
I don't know why, but ever since Jackle Laughed at me the FYF template's been wierd. I would fix it... And I tried... And I think it just made it worse. So once I got my own computer back I'll attempt to fix it... but until then you'll just have to deal with it. :)
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Read more Mookie Said I could »Well yesterday I went to a friends bday party and it was ok. Best part was I saw a special someone there, the music was bad, the cake was too sweet and the only party game was twister... so yea. She DID get a new pet snake though (found it in the woods) Lets see.. this is a forced blog sooo.. umm... I have no clue. I'm still working on that Fiction that im writing but its still not posted yet. I've hit an intellectual rut and I don't feel like writing. Maybe my English teacher will give me a day from class to get my juices back. I mean.. I DID do a five page narrative paper when all we had to do was about a page. Phhhbbb.. lets see.. what else... Oh, a new Era in FaitH So TONS of fun awaits ^___^ I'd make a comment about kidnapping some in game kids but that wouldnt be appropriate with the Michael Jackson case still out there. Well umm thats about it. Other than that days have been Wake, brush teeth, put on school clothes, school, home, computer, shower bed. Well I'm outta here like a lunch in a balemic.
Merry Met and Blessed Be
she could feel his heart beating through the heated skin of his chest. she kissed the place where she thought it could be found and was rewarded with a sleepy smile. she couldn't figure out why they were so hungry for love during the night and so bitter during the day. she couldn't figure out why during the day she thought she didn't love him as much. why she sometimes flirted with her boss. she didn't want to think about it. those things didn't belong here, not at this time, not while she was lying next to him. in fact they didn't belong at all.
it didn't change the reality. when she had gotten back to work she had sat down in her cubicle, specially designed to torture its employees with its carpet covered walls and no doors. she couldn't say for sure if she was valued at her job, she felt like just another pencil pusher, except she pushed keys not lead. looking at the clock she realized that she had made a subconcious effort to get back to the office by two. it was always at two that her boss called her into the office to... well, flirt. he called it taking account of the business environment, but that's not what it was and they both knew it. before she left at a 1/4 to 3 he asked her out to dinner, as usual, and she said no, as usual. with her hands on the doorknob she felt it was harder to say no this time, the word seemed lodged in her throat. her boss had moved closer to her until she could feel his breath on her neck. he kissed the junction beneath her ear where jaw bone and muscles meet. it was an intimate gesture and when it was over she knew that she did not like the place where she stood between the door and this man's chest.
Sol's are coming up and I ain't to happy bout it. Sol stands for Standards of learning. These "tests" decide if you pass high school. But they ask these questions that are worded in such a way that they make no Freakin sense.
Just random stuff, Mookie was bothering me to blog so I figured I'd blog about nothing in particular. Things going ok. Failing a few of my classes but I'm trying to bring them back up. Shouldn't be too hard with my charm *smiles and teeth shine* *laughs*Things are also going ok with my girfriend, I don't think that I could honestly be happier. Umm.. lets see.... I'm probobly going to a workshop thingamajigger at the Arts Institute in D.C. for a week. Going to see if mom really wants to shell out the 66 thousand for me to go there after high school. Hmmm.. umm... Well I'm working on another Fiction story. I've thought about posting it here but I've decided to wait until I get a few chapters done and well.. you can just go to my fictionpress account to read it. Well I'm outta stuff to talk about right now.. umm.. yea...
Merry Met and Blessed Be
his nose bled slightly on the canvas and he knew then that he had too much. he had only wanted to drown out the thought of her. sometimes the image of her on those sheets was so vivid that he thought he could reach out and touch her. and that was when he wasn't high on drugs. he didn't wipe the blood from his face or the canvas, but instead painted over it. they were one. he sat down on his couch thinking about that. what did it mean to be one like that? he remembered when they first met he had been sick for days afterward: sweating in a fever that could not be explained, incoherent mumblings that either ended or started or were only her name. she had come to see him.
how quickly things had spoiled. he wondered if he could love so much that it be harmful to his health, to his life. he craved this disease like water for chocolate. he stood up on shaky legs and pulled out a new canvas. this one he painted well into the day in shades of blue and brown, painted until he felt like his fingers were frozen. and when he was finished he looked around him at his work and wondered if this was it for him: days full of temper paint and nights heady with her. it wasn't a bad combination - but it wasn't a good one either.
Well, I went to the beach this weekend. That was pretty awesome. I spent a lot of time walking around and just listening to the waves. I rode my bike for 6 miles on the last day. That was pretty crazy. Almost the entire time was me just being lazy and milling about. Heh, well.... uhm, yah. I'll ttyl. Peace.
Recently I saw a program that looked at the myths and realities about 'personal safety', and one aspect they talked about seems perfect for FYF:
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it wasn't just sex, not with the way they moved. it was love. could it be anything else. it cried out 'love' with every caress and every drop of sweat, every sigh, as they swam across the bed. the thought had come to her unbidden during the day with the sun beating down on her head as she stepped out of the supermarket. she put the blame on the sudden shift from cool and dim to hot and bright. she paused, the keys near the car door: it was like day and night, respectively.
sitting in the car, her forehead on the wheel, hands on her neck, the way he did it. does it. she felt something in her calling to him. it was the heart of all hearts in a woman, and it made her think of going to see him at his studio. she could already see them on the couch, relaxed after a snort of blow, hands on the same plane so close but not quite touching. only at the tips, it was always only at the tips during the day. She pulled herself together and out of the parking lot. foolish thoughts when she knew she had to get back to her job.
It's no wonder that Adults (when I say adults I mean old people that think they know everything) think that teenagers are so umm.... not intelligent. I've been sitting here in MSN Chess and for the past hour there has been an ongoing arguement about who is better; England or America. In the end I told them all that they should jus shut up because it will never end. America helped majorly to end WWII, but without England, D-Day would have been for the most part, unaccomplished. A lot of them were just throwing around things that a second grader could have argued, like "you guys came from england" and "america could nuke you guys so fast.." *sigh* Its no wonder that the human race is the way it is. At one point someone even brought out "in england the average penis size is eight inches and in america it is six..." Thats what made me snap to right this. Adults for the most part are right. Teenagers are nothing more than a sack of horomones that argue about whos penis is bigger, and try to use that to argue over political matters. I hate stupid people...... They lower the general standard for those of us that can have a complete thought using correct grammar and form intelligent thoughts without reffering to the size of one genitalia or resorting to that. Geez.... And just think.. this is in a chess room... I can only imagine what horrors await me in poker....
Merry Met and Blessed Be
The idea: Once in a while the moderator is going to ask the FYF staff what they think about a subject. I think it'll be interesting to hear various opinions and viewpoints.
For the FYF crew: When these come up, everyone take some time to think about how you want to respond, and when you're ready go ahead and give us your thoughts in your own post. Ideally, we'll hear from each of you within a week.
I'll post the first Speak Up subject sometime in the next few days.
Hurts like a you know what. But its a fun game especially if you go first. I faced this Korean Kid in school one day and he wasn't very bright because he challenged me and he wanted to go second. So me being me I kicked him square in the family jewels, the gonads, the dingleberries, the nuts, the balls, the testicles, the almonds de la pantolones. He went down hurting. It was so hilarious. Needless to say he quit.
this is the house that guilt built. look at its broken stairs and ripped wall paper. In the light of the sun it reaks of delapidation. you can hear the screams as angry words are tossed about easily. words, they mean nothing, so you can't hurt them, but they are not the things that matter really when it comes down to the grain of things. Cars in and out of the driveway all across america. all aross this wasteful land where we lock our doors to lock ourselves away from what we think is dangerous. in the light hours, subtle crimes are committed. not crimes against the state but crimes of love where we ignore those we care about and turn our backs on the smallest sign of difference. well, indifference is boring.
when dusk falls the walls change, the screams are different. there are no cold shoulders but warm palms, kissing palms, an palmers' palms do touch in holy palmers' kiss. no torn wall paper, only torn sheets and broken hearts when the light of morning come from the east. would these blessed nights last longer if the sun rose in the west, if we put more heart into the night during the day? who is to say. maybe the ripped sheets, tangled with evidence and boasting it proudly. some lie made and some stay the same, make your bed and lie in it.
This man from the U.K. sold ever last possesion he owned, including his clothes. He did this to gamble double his money with one spin of the roulette wheel. He did this at Las Vegas today and put all his money which totalled $135,300 on red. The casino rented him a suit to wear. The event was recorded by Sky One Television. Click here for more info
A presidential canidate has been jailed for telling a cop he would "kick his ass and cut off his dog's head".
Pin Pin LeLapinIts soo very disturbing.. its awesome.
Merry Met and Blessed Be
Lost and Lonely
amid a ship of dreams.
With elves and fawns,
with winter dawns,
and things which have yet to be seen.
Though there are many things,
there all just a part of me.
There talking,
and walking.
Only because I will it to be.
Here in this fruitful place,
its such a barren land.
no discoveries,
or memories
everythings so bland.
Its to this world that I escape
from this desolate place.
A world of sorrow,
it'll be the same tomarrow.
A world I dare not face.
But in this world I am king.
The unsung hero of this plane.
Nothing mean,
no obscene.
Until it starts to wane.
Conciseness returns to me.
I find myself awake.
Crying
and sighing
Again to the place I hate.
Even though I hate my dreams,
I hate this place even more.
This violence,
no silence.
Hatred to the core.
I cannot wait till I return,
to the place that I control
No violence,
the silence.
The place that rests my soul.
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Jus a lil poem that I've written. I thought that some of you would enjoy one of my few completed thoughts. Well, tell me what you think. Also any thoughts ona titile would be nice, all my creative effort was spent in writing it and the origanal title was jus stupid.
Merry Met and Blessed Be.
If you look to the left you can see bio's on our authors and their favorite links. And now if you look to the right you will see the recent posts and links to all the Munuvians.
Now as you can see from the plane the template looks rather good...
Or at least it does until you look at an entry individually. Go on, have a look, just click a link in the Recent posts. See the problem? Yeah well so do I and I don't know how to fix it. So you know what I say?
Read more As We Fly Over »THEY SAID IT COULDNT BE DONE!! THEY SAID THAT IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE!!! BUT ILL SHOW THEM!!!! I'LL....
Read more THEY SAID IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE!!!! »One nation is the known the world over as the lovable losers. No its not the Chicago Cubbies it is France. Yes France. France is the one nation that you can count on to lose or just give up. It all started with Napoleon's March to Moscow. They got beat. They had elon or the Fighting Spirit but they soon lost it to the Russian Winter. When Napoleon died and the Monarchy was replaced they were okay. Then came the Franco-Prussian war which lasted only seven months. They were humiliated and lost an important territory. Then came World War 1 and they were eaten alive by the machine guns of Germany. True they held out in that war but it was only because of the Battle of Verdun. But in World War 2 they adopted a new salute, and a new flag. They gave in real fast. So fast in fact it left England alone against the Nazis and if it weren't for the Japanese England would be speaking German.
In short France sucks because they can't fight and they are gay. Hence the phrase "Gay Paris". Next post will be something on England. Let us see what I can pick on them about.
Use a spell checker (Sorry Kidli, you're my example)! Either type the post in a word processor and then copy over, or get this and you can check it on the browser. I don't care about 1 or 2 misspelled words, thats life, but it shouldn't be ridiculous.
BAAAH! My spelling is shot to.... well I can't say that. all well. Well I think you'll all get the idea. Wow, my grandmother was just watching CNN and I'm just amazed at this country. :-/ Arguing over gay marriage when people are dying over seas, out economy is starting to slump again... Some people I just don't understand, if gay people want to go and get married, LET THEM!!!! It's not like there marrying you (unless your gay in which case I'm sorry ;) ) Theres more important things to worry about the the sanctity of a religious ceremony in a country in which your supposed to be free to do that kinda of stuff. I mean... Were starting to turn into a dictatorship in which theres more than one dictator. Well I'm going to stop ranting about that. Nothing to do around here. I hope that I can go paint-balling Monday at mikes and go to Davids (CHIBI!!!!!) today and spend the night and play HALO! Well, thats it. I suck at this blogging thing soo.. umm.. yea... >.> <.<
Merry Met and Blessed Be
this beautiful decay
like rotting flesh
sweet as silk petals
blackened spots on the veins
stuck in your mouth
at the roof of the cave
no lights, no path
the way made by our feet
we leave them to follow
After slaving away for the past couple of days, even with my hurt hand, I have managed to finish the template. Its got the 3 coloums and I am happy. *Grins* Now real posting can begin. (Not by me but by others, I'm still nursing my hand)
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Banjo Patterson
t was a man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town,
He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down,
He loitered here, he loitered there, till he was like to drop,
Until at last in sheer despair he sought a barber's shop.
" 'Ere! shave me beard and whiskers off, I'll be a man of mark,
I'll go and do the Sydney toff up home in Ironbark!"
The barber man was small and flash, as barbers mostly are,
He wore a strike-your-fancy sash, he smoked a huge cigar:
He was a humorist of note and keen on repartee,
He laid the odds and kept a 'tote', whatever that might be.
And when he saw our friend arrive, he whispered, "Here's a lark!
Just watch me catch him all alive, this man from Ironbark!"
There were some gilded youths that sat along the barber's wall,
Their eyes were dull, their heads were flat, they had no brains at all;
To them the barber passed the wink, his dexter eyelid shut,
"I'll make this bloomin' yokel think his bloomin' throat is cut."
And as he soaped and rubbed it in, he made a rude remark:
"I s'pose the flats are pretty green up there in Ironbark."
A grunt was all reply he got; he shaved the bushman's chin,
Then made the water boiling hot and dipped the razor in.
He raised his hand, his brow grew black, He paused awhile to gloat,
Then slashed the red-hot razor-back across his victim's throat;
Upon the newly-shaven skin it made a livid mark—
No doubt it fairly took him in— that man from Ironbark.
He fetched a wild up-country yell might wake the dead to hear,
And though his throat, he knew full well, was cut from ear to ear,
He struggled gamely to his feet, and faced the murderous foe.
"You've done for me! you dog, I'm beat! one hit before I go!
I only wish I had a knife, you blessed murdering shark!
But you'll remember all your life the man from Ironbark."
He lifted up his hairy paw, with one tremendous clout
He landed on the barber's jaw, and knocked the barber out.
He set to work with tooth and nail, he made the place a wreck;
He grabbed the nearest gilded youth, and tried to break his neck.
And all the while his throat he held to save his vital spark,
And "Murder! Bloody Murder!" yelled the man from Ironbark.
A peeler man who heard the din came in to see the show;
He tried to run the bushman in, but he refused to go.
And when at last the barber spoke, and said " 'Twas all in fun—
'Twas just a little harmless joke, a trifle overdone."
"A joke!" he cried, "By George, that's fine; a lively sort of lark;
I'd like to catch that murdering swine some night in Ironbark."
And now while round the shearing-floor the listening shearers gape,
He tells the story o'er and o'er, and brags of his escape.
"Them barber chaps what keeps a tote, by George, I've had enough,
One tried to cut my bloomin' throat, but thank the Lord it's tough."
And whether he's believed or no, there's one thing to remark,
That flowing beards are all the go way up in Ironbark.
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