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Me: >.> I just lost my revised blurb, fudgemuffins.
Me: If you were talking to me whim. I don't care who you bring.
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Deon: Minx says I do. Don't I?
Me: Whims, did you want Phoebe, too? Think you said Cal?"
Me: >.< No. My kiss. His kiss. Hipster Kid. Urp.
That sucks, Van.
I meant Dante. :3 Writing Aureline makes me feel so much better about myself.
Untitled As Of Now
Black sailed ships mark the distance.
I cannot see the colour of their eyes, not even count how many they are, but they are familiar. Too familiar. The sight of those black dots fills me with grief.
So Troy has fallen.
We saw the plumes of smoke from that once splendid city rise, a smoky grey against the serene night sky. Dotted with stars, the sky was. A lovely black velvet shrouded in mist: the origins of the ancestors of the golden gods.
Since he and that horrible red-haired man sacked our city ten years ago, since he took me to the Achaeans’ camp on the shores of Troy. I remember watching the waters when he was out fighting, leading his Myrmidons in the war. I remember how the water changed shape and colour and texture, from azure to lapis lazuli to a flat grey. The colour of his eyes. His mother, supposedly, had been a goddess, a daughter of the Old Man of the Sea. Nereus. I did not believe him until he killed my father, my three brothers. He killed Adrastos. He did it beautifully, dancing with his spear, lithe as the panthers they have on Mount Ida in Troy. He was a streak of glorious Death and could only be divine. If he had been human I would have strangled him with my bare hands in my fury.
I remember Briseis. Her lovely long dark curls, the porcelain skin. The hut we shared with him. Her large liquid eyes, her quivering tone as she subjected to his every wish. She did not fight against him like I did. She did not challenge him. I challenged him. I hated him. I spent seven years in that filthy war camp. It was seven years of seeing our friends and cousins of Troy die at his hands.
He held me with those hands. Stained with Trojans’ blood. He kissed me with the mouth that yelled insults from the battle line, sneered at Hector, at Paris, even at his own king Agamemnon.
The ships are closer now. With a sickening lurch of dread I realize the possibility that they’re here to sack us again. It is mere panic, however—there is no way we could have amassed any treasure worth taking since the raid.
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My computer yesterday: Oh hey, she's worked half an hour on coloring [Drake] without . I'mma spazz on her now. BOOP. *internet explorer + mozilla firefox crash* *photoshop stops responding* *Word stops responding*
Me: WTF.
Me: I know but asking if you want Phoebe, too.Hipster kid kissed you?!?
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Yes. Yes he did. In his car today after school, after reciting The Jabberwocky, one of my favourite poems, as well as A Boat Beneath A Sunny Sky.
"Still she haunts me, phantomwise/ Alice moving under skies/ Never seen by waking eyes."
And then he kissed me.
And then I ran.
Me: I have never heard that one before. Kissing then running, interesting. (More like awkward!)
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Me: TEXT HIM!! K. Pop to grounds, too.
Me: I is boreded so I shall leave now or soon.
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still not hungry.
LOL MY MOM JUST SENT ME THE CHINESE PARENTING VIDEO.
kay.
byez
Iviana (The Sign Painter!) wrote: "Me: *huggles Silvy*"Me:maybe I should just rant...i'm back from movie night!! Despicable Me was good.
Me: I saw that like, the day it came out. It was good.
Me: I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE (how many more times do I need to say LOVE) LOVE Despicable Me!!!!
Me: Gonna wait on timing to enter into grounds scene. :)
Me: Hi Van.
Vonne: :)
Me: ...
Miles: HER MIND SAYS--
Me: *glares*
Vonne: :)
Me: ...
Miles: HER MIND SAYS--
Me: *glares*
Me: I want to RP so I am not bored to death. My life is boring.
Me: HAI FREGE. ^^
There's a kid in my class named Miles. He swears a lot. o.O
There's a kid in my class named Miles. He swears a lot. o.O
Me: Mine is full, in a boring way.
I never do any fun shit, except for fencing.
I never do any fun shit, except for fencing.
Me: That sounds like Miles.
Miles: *rolls eyes* I'm not that bad!
Miles: *rolls eyes* I'm not that bad!
Me: This is what my Miles would say: "Damn this sh*t, I'm not that f*cking bad." And he would throw a random one in there, too. xD
Me: I take that back.
Miles: That actually does remind me of someone.
Me: *whistles*
Candice: Frege isn't that bad. She swears a lot, but never says 'bad' shit.
Miles: That actually does remind me of someone.
Me: *whistles*
Candice: Frege isn't that bad. She swears a lot, but never says 'bad' shit.
Me: Does anyone want to roleplay with Vonne once last time before she become possessed and insane?
Me: I swear, too, but Miles won't make sense. ;-; He'll just send a streamline of swears.
Me: hai, guys! Why does muddle school have to be full of drama? It's awful. >.<
Me: Haha, it was funny in grade four, in gym. We were playing Capture the Flag, and I just got touched. So naturally, I yell out really [really, really, really, really] loud (loud enough for you to have heard it on the other side of the field, perfectly)"DAMN IT!"
Gym teacher: e_____________O *is disturbed* FREGE! I didn't know that you swear!
Class: *laughs head off*
Gym teacher: e_____________O *is disturbed* FREGE! I didn't know that you swear!
Class: *laughs head off*
Me: I think Middle School is awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is full of drama, but I love that drama.
Me: Posed Grounds, Creek and waiting on Trails. Woot.LOL Frege.
Me:
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL FREGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL FREGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: I avoid drama, but eventually it's gonna catch up to me. :/ The only 'drama' I can deal with is stress over projects and assignments.
Me: I was just checking my email.
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.Let's see if you send it back.. We all know or knew someone like this!
One day, when I was a freshman in high school,
I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.
His name was Kyle.
It looked like he was carrying all of his
books
I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?
He must really be a nerd."
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.
They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.
His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.
He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes
My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.
As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.
They really should get lives.
" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"
There was a big smile on his face.
It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.
As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.
He said he had gone to private school before now.
I would have never hung out with a private school kid before..
We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.
He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.
I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends.
He said yes.
We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.
I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!
" He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.
When we were seniors, we began to think
about college.
Kyle decided on Georgetown , and I
was going to Duke.
I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.
He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class.
I teased him all the time about being a nerd.
He had to prepare a speech for graduation.
I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak
Graduation day, I saw Kyle.
He looked great.
He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school..
He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.
He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
Boy, sometimes I was jealous.
Today was one of those days.
I could see that he was nervous about his speech.
So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"
He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.
"Thanks," he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began
"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.
Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...
I am here to tell all of you that being a
friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.
I am going to tell you a story."
I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.
He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.
He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.
He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.!
"Thankfully, I was saved.
My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.
Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions.
With one small gesture you can change a person's life.
For better or for worse.
God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.
Look for God in others.
You now have two choices, you can:
1) Pass this on to your friends or
2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.
As you can see, I took choice number 1.
"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is mystery.
Today is a gift.
It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND.
If it comes ! back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.
WHEN YOU RECEIVE THIS LETTER, YOU'RE REQUESTED TO SEND IT TO AT LEAST 10 PEOPLE, INCLUDING THE PERSON WHO SENT IT TO YOU.
.
.Let's see if you send it back.. We all know or knew someone like this!
One day, when I was a freshman in high school,
I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.
His name was Kyle.
It looked like he was carrying all of his
books
I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?
He must really be a nerd."
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.
They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.
His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.
He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes
My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.
As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.
They really should get lives.
" He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"
There was a big smile on his face.
It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.
As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.
He said he had gone to private school before now.
I would have never hung out with a private school kid before..
We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.
He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.
I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends.
He said yes.
We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.
I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!
" He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.
When we were seniors, we began to think
about college.
Kyle decided on Georgetown , and I
was going to Duke.
I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.
He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class.
I teased him all the time about being a nerd.
He had to prepare a speech for graduation.
I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak
Graduation day, I saw Kyle.
He looked great.
He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school..
He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.
He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
Boy, sometimes I was jealous.
Today was one of those days.
I could see that he was nervous about his speech.
So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"
He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.
"Thanks," he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began
"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.
Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...
I am here to tell all of you that being a
friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.
I am going to tell you a story."
I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.
He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.
He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.
He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.!
"Thankfully, I was saved.
My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.
Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions.
With one small gesture you can change a person's life.
For better or for worse.
God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.
Look for God in others.
You now have two choices, you can:
1) Pass this on to your friends or
2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.
As you can see, I took choice number 1.
"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is mystery.
Today is a gift.
It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND.
If it comes ! back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.
WHEN YOU RECEIVE THIS LETTER, YOU'RE REQUESTED TO SEND IT TO AT LEAST 10 PEOPLE, INCLUDING THE PERSON WHO SENT IT TO YOU.
Me: OMG LOVE!!! That's lil Wayne's saying. Yesterday is history
tomorrow is a mystery
Today is a gift, that's why they call it the present.
Me: I think it is.
I have to go. FML. Thanks, gods, for the 'best part of my day' slash not really because it was worthless.
I have to go. FML. Thanks, gods, for the 'best part of my day' slash not really because it was worthless.
Me: That isn't lil Wayne. He's copying someone else.Don't think lil Wayne existed in 1902 :P
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K. Pop to grounds, too."
Me: I don't want to. I think I really hurt him. And plus my phone has been taken away for 2 years now. e__e I'm not getting it back anytime soon.
Hi guys. While Frege was on I was doing Latin translations. They help.
Me: xD Yeah, that totally isn't lil Wayne.
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Deon: Minx says I do. Don't I?
Me: Whims, did you want Phoebe, too? Think you said Cal?