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30 September 2004 @ 02:45 pm
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27 September 2004 @ 06:33 pm
How odd!!

Amy Lee,Alice In Wonderland Dress
Your Amy Lee's "Alice In Wonderland"
dress!
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---What Article Of Clothing Worn By Amy Lee (From Evanescence) Are You?---
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Bluestocking
Oh dear, you are Bookish, aren't you? You are a
highly intelligent and witty bluestocking,
whose beauty is hidden behind spectacles. Your
dress sense is eccentric and a little
unfashionable, and you consider yourself plain.
You have very little use for men, who find your
knowledge of Shakespeare, interest in politics
and forthright speech formidable. You are
undoubtedly well-off. The only reason for your
presence in a novel of this kind (which, I
might add, you would not dream of reading,
although you have occasionally enjoyed the
works of Miss Austen), is your mother, who is
absolutely determined that you will make a good
marriage. Rather than defying her directly,
you are quietly subversive, dancing with anyone
who asks you, but making no attempt to hide
your intellectual interests. The only person
who can get past your facade is the man who is
witty enough to spar with you, and be amused at
your blatant attempts to scare your suitors
away. While you will, no doubt, subject him to
a gruelling cross-examination to find out
whether his respect for your intelligence is
real or mere flattery, you may be sure that he
is your match, and that you, he AND your mother
will all live happily ever after


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Jenns REsults

Belle of the Ball
Lucky you - you are the Belle of the Ball. Looks,
wit, charm, accomplishments and money - you
have them all. You are the toast of Society,
and have received offers from no fewer than
three Dukes. There is no-one who does not love
you on sight. Sound good? It isn't, because
to compensate for these riches, the author has
something very nasty indeed in store for you.
I mean, she does have to write a novel here,
and you can't expect to be happy all the time.
So, you have a Dark Secret. Or perhaps a
Secret Love for the only man who does not
appear to desire you. Or maybe you will be
kidnapped, or become embroiled in a scandal, or
be wagered and lost by your brother in a card
game. The possibilities are endless, but you
may be certain of two things. 1) You will not
get through this book without some kind of
scandal being attached to your name. I'm
sorry, but that's just how it is. 2) Whatever
it is, he (the man of your dreams, that is)
will fall in love with you, rescue you, slay
your opponents, defy your detractors, marry you
and live happily ever after. This is a romance
novel, after all.


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signing off, Fred
 
 
Current Mood: mellowmellow
Current Music: The Rasmus (Thanks Jenn!)
 
 
 
10 September 2004 @ 07:37 pm
So...

This is a tribute to Alboose

Its a horrible icon, but I found it amusing...go figure




 
 
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Current Music: Gravity-APC
 
 
19 August 2004 @ 04:27 pm
POE POE POE!!!!

THE BELLS- Edgar Allan Poe


Hear the sledges with the bells-
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
II

Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
And an in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
III

Hear the loud alarum bells-
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor,
Now–now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows:
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells-
Of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!
IV

Hear the tolling of the bells-
Iron Bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people–ah, the people-
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All Alone
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone-
They are neither man nor woman-
They are neither brute nor human-
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells-
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells-
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells:
To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells-
Bells, bells, bells-
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

THE END



Brilliant Man!
 
 
Current Mood: determineddetermined
 
 
 
18 August 2004 @ 03:50 pm
Hello all...

How are you?
Your days go well?

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Current Mood: Thisthatandtheother
Current Music: hum hum hum
 
 
 
Allo!

How are ye?

Today was relatively chipper...except for a few minuscule details that aren't terribly important as of the moment.

Let's see...

Walked into school...pestered Mr. Morone (Ou est Meester Mo?...yes thief knows the story)

Was amusing...

Scampered off to ceramics...and the most EXTRAORDINARY thing happened....
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..........................WE SPOKE ABOUT THE ART OF CERAMICS...AND THE PROPERTIES OF CLAY AS A MEDIUM!!!!

HOORAY! FOR i WILL NOT BE WASTING AWAY DURING FIRST PERIOD...DISSOLVING MY BRAIN INTO A PUDDLE OF FORGOTTEN MUSH!


..thats quite enough...right?

Okay...

Went to french...was disturbing...

French vocab test, consisting of 90 words, was not at all conventional, and was immensely painful...

*shiver* Maybe the rumors are true...

While we were 'sweating our way through it she starts murmuring under her breath...in
this demonic possesed voice...one that wasn't anything akin to the nice 'I understand that you've had a bad french experience for the past two years' Mrs Youngman that we met on the first day of school.

It was something to the effect of...

"And...like Oedipus, you will walk through the hills of Tarterus..blind and alone..."

Yeah... *screams* *bashes head against desk as if attempting to rid it of an evil plague*

It was, once again, slightly reminiscent of something in Harry Potter...

Don't ask why...I don't have an answer for you...


Anyway....

Went to Psychology

Was relatively uneventful..but interesting nonetheless...

Took notes on APA ethics guidelines

Watched movie involving experimentation, saw many many kittens, giggled, became overly euphoric, got weird looks from those around me, even Britt, that says something...


Was fun
Still laughing


went to Pre-cal

am jubilant

Math isn't death
..but isn't a healthy life either


Came home... began writing entry...will write more later

Luscious is on mind


fRESCA IS THE DRINK OF THE CENTURY I TELL YOU....!!...!!!....!!


i WILL BE BACK

hEE
hEE
hEE
 
 
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Current Music: beethoven...ah....classical....oh the perspective